I would like to point out that while I have attempted to keep the characters to their same personalities, this deviates wildly from canon and has its own plot entirely. I've crated an entirely different world for them, partially based off of my own high school experiences, and have tried to write them as if they were the same characters thrown into these vastly different situations. I apologise if it is badly done, I've tried my best to make it both compelling as well as its own story rather than modernizing the plot that ASOIAF/GOT already has.
Also, there is so much sex in this chapter so if that's not a thing you're into…
When Sansa awoke the next morning, it was to a splitting headache and her stomach heaving. She quietly slipped out of Sandor's arms and hurried to the bathroom, hoping she hadn't awoken him. She fell to her knees and was sick in the toilet. She flushed it, rinsed her mouth with water and mouthwash that she found sitting by the sink, swallowed two Tylenol tablets, and then stumbled off into the kitchen to get a bottle of Gatorade out of the fridge. She sipped it slowly and nibbled on some crackers she found in a cupboard and thought back on the night before. Sandor had told her they could have sex today if she still wanted… and thinking about it, she knew she did. She had wanted him even before she was drunk and spending the night safely in his arms hadn't diminished her feelings in the slightest.
Once her stomach felt more settled, she crept back into Sandor's bedroom where he was still fast asleep flat on his back. Sansa unlaced the shorts and let them fall around her feet before stepping out of them. She shrugged her arms out of the sleeves of the hoodie, too, and slipped it off of her head. Having stripped herself bare, she climbed onto the bed and slowly pulled the covers away from his body. He shifted a bit, but remained asleep. The bulge in his basketball shorts entranced her and she ran her fingers across his abdomen before slipping them into the band of his underwear. She was lightly pulling them down when a hand suddenly enclosed around her wrist. She gasped and looked up at him to find him staring at her with a slight frown on his face.
"What the fuck are you doing?" he asked before he glanced down at her naked body and then back up to her eyes.
"I was just curious…" she said.
"Well fucking ask girl," he chastised her. "Don't just try and take a peep at my cock while I'm asleep."
"Sorry…" she blushed and tried to pull her hand away, but he held tightly to her wrist.
"I know you want to, so ask," he grumbled.
"Can I see it?" she inquired shyly.
Sandor released her wrist and pushed his hand back to his side. Sansa slowly pulled his shorts and underwear down. He was half-hard and big and she bit her lip as she looked at his cock, wondering how it would feel inside of her. She lightly ran her fingers over his length and noticed his abdomen twitch as he sucked in a sudden breath. The skin on his cock was silky smooth and felt nice under her fingers. He stiffened under her touch and while his cock grew hard and stood up from his body, it seemed to make the skin of it feel even more smooth. She rested her palm against him before holding him in her fist and stroking the length. His hips arched and Sansa moved to straddle his thighs.
"Last night you said we could have sex today if I still wanted to…" she began, biting her lip and looking down at him, unsure if he would want her.
"It's not a good idea, but if you want to we can," his voice was barely above a whisper and Sansa grinned down at him.
"I do want to," she told him enthusiastically.
She was tired of feeling like a baby, and Sandor was practically a man himself, if anyone could make her a woman by doing this act with her, it was him. She didn't want to be a child forever. She had heard her older brother Robb and her half-brother Jon talking with their foster brother Theon about what exactly happened during sex, so she at least knew what to do. The thought of doing such an intimate thing with Sandor Clegane was making her tingly and excited and she could feel a rush of heat between her legs.
Sandor nodded as if to tell her to go ahead, and placed his hands on her hips where she straddled him. He pulled her up and forward so that she was hovering above his cock. Sansa kept her hand on him and lined him up so he was pressing into her. It felt nice like that and she looked into his bright grey eyes for reassurance before slowly letting herself slide down onto him. It was tight and pinchy and it hurt but she kept going as she felt his fingers grip tightly into her hips. She tried to relax and as she did, she slid deeply onto him so that she was flush against him and as she did, she felt resistance give way within herself with a hot spark of pain.
Once she was relaxed on top of him, she opened her eyes and looked down at him. His hands were painfully tight around her hips and his face was screwed up as if he was in a great deal of pain. Sansa bit her lip and leaned forward to touch his face. Her lean changed their angle a bit and pushed him in deeper, which made them both gasp. Her stomach was flush to his abdomen as she ran her fingers through his hair and kissed him lightly on the mouth. She could feel him taking small pained breaths and wondered what was wrong.
"Are you okay?" she asked. "Does it hurt?"
"You're so tight," he ground out. "I'm trying not to cum."
"It's okay if you need to," she reassured him. "We can do it again after. We can do it all day, if you like."
Sandor's hips jerked up with a small moan and Sansa relaxed and let herself slide along his body a little bit before sliding back onto him. It seemed to make him feel good as he made little groaning sounds when she did it. It still hurt a lot, but rubbing against him felt really nice through the pain as well, so she did it a few more times before Sandor's hips arched off the bed and he pulled her tightly against him with a rough groan. He tensed and jerked against her and she could feel a flood of new wetness between her legs. When he'd finished, he let himself relax back into his sheets, panting for air.
Sansa smiled and got off of him. There was blood on his cock and she reached for some Kleenex on the bedside table before wiping him off with it. After she'd cleaned him up, she tucked him back into his shorts and underwear and gave him a kiss on the cheek before leaving the room. She wanted to stay in his arms afterward, but the mess between her legs diverted her attention and she went to the bathroom and cleaned up before returning to his room and pulling on his shorts and hoodie again. She got back in bed next to him and watched as he stared at the ceiling in thought. Sansa watched him for a while, holding her lower lip between her teeth.
"Was I any good?" she asked. "I mean, compared to other girls."
He shrugged wordlessly and she frowned.
"Maybe I'll be better next time," she quietly suggested, feeling self-conscious.
"I wouldn't know, Little Bird," he told her. "There have never been any other girls."
"You… you mean that was your first time, too?" she asked and grinned as he nodded his head in confirmation. "I'm glad you were my first."
Sandor turned his head to look at her and seeing that she was sincere, he reached out his hand and stroked her cheek before pulling her closer and softly kissing her on the lips. Sansa snuggled into his large warm body for a while longer before he got up to get breakfast.
After they had eaten, they spent most of the day having sex. Being new to it, it didn't take long between times for them to want more of it and although it was achey and uncomfortable at first, Sansa grew to like it more, and she certainly liked the faces and noises Sandor made when he came. She enjoyed knowing she was the cause of all of his pleasure and that she was mostly in control, as the teenage boy seemed rather helpless to the whims of his member.
It was mid afternoon and Sandor was flat on his back in the middle of the front room floor with Sansa slowly grinding her hips into his. It had felt nice enough all day, but as soon as she'd started off on top of him again, she could understand why people raved about sex. It felt better than it had before and her eyes fluttered closed as she moved her hips slowly against his. The heat between her legs that she felt every time they had sex, started to build and she couldn't hold back the sounds that spilled from her mouth. At first, she was embarrassed of making noises like that, but every time a sound came from her, Sandor's hands would contract around her waist and his hips would jerk up so she supposed he liked the noises. Sansa gasped and moaned as she moved against Sandor, the feeling building into what felt like a fireball in her pelvis. The friction built and she shook when the warmth seemed to explode within her and spread out to her limbs. She couldn't stop the moan that tore from her lungs and she squeezed her eyes shut as her inner muscles clenched and released around Sandor. She'd never had an orgasm before, but it was hard to mistake that for anything else.
When Sansa finally got home, it was nearly dinnertime and her whole body ached. She gingerly sat down at the table for the family meal and was in a mental haze the whole time, not even noticing the five times her father asked her to pass him the peas, or the look her parents gave each other afterward. She went to bed straight after and dreamt of Sandor's huge warm body against hers.