Chapter 4

Sandor kept to his word the next night. He did not pull Brienne into darkened corridors nor did he try to come to her room. While she was glad he respected her, she also longed for him to be lurking in wait for her. The girls would leave in the morning and she would be able to focus on other things. She would finally be able to bring him to her bed. She was already enjoying the carnal thoughts that came to mind as she walked down the dark corridor to her room. He hadn't been able to stay away tonight, though. As she passed the smaller passageway, a hand reached out and pulled her aside. She knew it was him immediately and didn't fight as he pushed her into wall and kissed her. Her hands wrapped around him.

"I thought the last time was supposed to last." She chided as his mouth left hers to move down her neck. He was pleased she wasn't in her armor tonight.

"I was wrong." His lips recaptured hers and his tongue pushed into her. One of his hands was latched to the back of her neck and the other traveled down between her legs. He cupped her womanhood through her breeches and rubbed her with the heel of his hand. She groaned into his mouth. Her hips ground into his hand, desperately seeking more friction.

She pulled her mouth from his, "You are making it very hard to turn you away."

"Good." His voice was strained and he pulled her hand to his throbbing cock trapped inside his clothes. "I don't want you to turn me away."

"Sandor..." She whined. He hadn't heard a sound like that come from her and he was pretty sure she hadn't either.

"I promise I won't stay and occupy your night. Just be with me for a little while." He knew this could be his last chance. She didn't know she was leaving in the morning, but he knew and he may never see her again. She looked at him, clearly torn between duty and desire. "Please?"

That last word broke her resolve. She slid away from the wall and took his hand to lead him to her chambers. It wasn't large or grand, but it was bigger than the cabin on the ship. The bed was larger too. A fire was already burning on the far side of the room. Podrick always got one started before stationing at Sansa's door despite Brienne telling him he didn't need to. Once they were inside and the door closed, Brienne found she was almost as nervous as the first time. Sandor, however, was not. He made quick work of removing her cloak before tugging at the rest of her clothes. She tried to keep up with him, removing his clothing as deftly as he was removing hers. Soon, the both stood naked before each other. She closed the gap between them and pulled him into a burning kiss.

He pushed back against her, forcing her to move with him until her legs hit the side of the bed. He lowered her down to sit on the bed. He continued moving towards her so she had to scoot back until she was laying across the bed. He seemed pleased with this as he kissed her neck and moved lower on her body. He stopped at her breasts and took one in his mouth and the other in his fingers. She arched her back into him. She heard him chuckle against her skin. He moved his mouth to her other breast and gave it the same treatment before moving again. He nipped and kissed her strong stomach as he moved. Finally, he reached his destination. He dove into her core like she was sea. She groaned and her hips writhed. She was careful not to buck up into him this time. His tongue pushed into her and flicked inside her. She had to cover her mouth to keep a cry from leaving her. He moved his tongue inside her a few more times before moving to her little bundle of pleasure. He caressed it gently and slipped two fingers into her. She couldn't stop her hips from jumping at the sensation. She was losing her mind, she just knew it. He felt so good working her body. Her hips rocked against his fingers as he stroked her. He could feel her walls tightening around his fingers. He loved that he could fray her nerves so quickly. He sucked her little nub into his mouth, drawing her release from her. She tried so hard to be quiet, but a deep cry escaped her throat anyway- though muffled by her pulling the pillow over her mouth. Sandor slowed, but didn't stop his movements so she could ride out her pleasure. He pulled his fingers out of her and moved up so he was level with her face. She was flushed and her eyes were barely open. She looked up at him. His beard was wet from her. She pulled him down to kiss her. She couldn't get over how strange it was that her taste on his lips could turn her on so much.

The kiss grew heated and she bit his lower lip. He growled at her and grabbed her chin, pulling her mouth wide open. His teeth clacked against hers and their tongues battled for dominance. Soon, he released her chin. She took the opportunity to speak.

"Fuck me." Her voice was low and filled with need.

"Are you sure that's what you want?"

"Gods yes." She was shocked at her own boldness. Apparently, it wasn't the wine.

Sandor didn't need to hear anything else. He moved off of her and flipped her over. She yelped in surprise. He was standing next to the bed and he pulled her hips towards him so she was on her hands and knees. She wasn't quite sure what to expect, but the newness of everything was exciting.

Sandor leaned into her back, "You may be a nice, noble, high-born Lady, but you're getting fucked by a Hound." He growled at her and bit into her hip.

Brienne shivered. Why was this so appealing? What had happened to her? Gods, she had never thought this would be her, waiting on her hand and knees in anticipation of a man thrusting into her...

She didn't have long to wait. His hand moved up her back to push her upper body down into the furs on the bed and he pushed into her roughly. She cried out into the furs. He thrust into her forcefully, over and over again. She was so tight around him. He loved the feeling of her wrapped around his cock. He held her hips to change the angle whenever he desired and to pull her closer to him with each thrust. She was moaning and crying out into the furs. He slowed his movements and reached a hand down to her shoulder. He applied enough pressure for her to understand he wanted her to come up to him. He pressed her back against his chest. His right hand moved between her legs to torment her nub. Once they were settled in their new position, he began thrusting harder again. His left hand was on her chest, pulling her against him. She couldn't help the sounds escaping her, nor the fact that they were getting louder.

Sandor's hand moved up to her throat and squeezed, strangling the sounds trying to escape. "If you're not quiet, your little squire is going to come to your aide."

She nodded. His hand stayed firmly on her throat. The involuntary panic her mind felt released adrenaline that lit her body aflame and it coursed through her veins. After a moment, his hand moved up her throat to her jawline and turned her head towards him. Her mouth was already open for him to occupy. His hand left her neck to help her hips keep a rhythm. Her arms moved behind her so she could touch his body. Her nails dug into his muscular ass. She could feel herself coming undone. She had to let go of him and lower herself back to the furs. She couldn't control what would come from her mouth when she came. Sandor moved down with her to keep his hand between her legs. She was writhing against him as he kept up a furious pace. He pinched her nub between his thumb and forefinger and she screamed into the furs. The smothered sound was like music to Sandor. She jerked against him as he drew her out. Suddenly he pulled from her with a groan and she could feel something hot on her lower back.. She concluded that he had finished himself onto her. She stayed like that, breathing heavy and resting her head on the furs.

Sandor found a pitcher of water and a cloth. He poured some water on it and wiped himself off of Brienne. The water was freezing and she hissed as the rag touched her scorching skin. When he was finished he stayed silent. She moved up to her pillow and collapsed onto her side to look at him. She hadn't realized how tired and wound up she had been until now. Now, she felt heavy and warm and so very tired. She watched as Sandor pulled his breeches on. He really wasn't going to try to stay. He had promised to leave, and he was. She couldn't help the disappointment she felt.

"What have you done to me?" She asked quietly.

"I just did what you asked." He smiled at her and knelt next to her bed and reached out to touch her cheek.

"That's not what I meant." She smiled back and leaned into his touch. Her eyes were heavy. Her voice was low and drowsy. "I never wanted a man. I never needed a man. Until I met you. Now, I can't get you out of my head. I long for you every night. You haunt my dreams when I sleep."

"You haunt every one of my thoughts." He whispered. His voice would go no higher. Not that it mattered- he was sure she had slipped into sleep as soon as she finished what she was saying. He stayed that way for a few moments before his hand left her cheek and he stood up to finish dressing. He looked at her one more time and whispered "forgive me" before slipping out the door.

The morning the girls were to leave had come. Brienne stirred in bed. She was still naked, but alone. Sandor had kept his word and hadn't stayed. She quickly got out of bed and dressed.

Sansa had told Podrick that Brienne was joining them and to ready her horse. He obeyed, though he felt that Brienne didn't know this piece of information. Sansa handed him a bag of clothes that she had smuggled out of Brienne's room the day before. The courtyard was mostly empty. Jon was there to see his sisters off. Sandor was there to be sure Brienne left. Then there were a few people just milling about. The girls were saying their goodbye's when Brienne came out to see them off.

"Podrick," She looked at him oddly, "why is my horse saddled?"

"Because you are coming with us." Sansa said.

"No, I am not. Arya will protect you on the road to White Harbor and beyond. Didn't Jon tell you?"

"You are coming with us." Arya repeated cooly.

"My place is here, fighting for your home."

"Your place is with us." Sansa said as she and Arya mounted up. "You swore to keep our council as well as protect us. We will be in a land that we have never been. Starks don't fare well in the south. We will need your council."

"She is staying here. We need her in the war." Jon spoke up. What had gotten into these girls?

"Yes, thank you." They barely needed her here, let alone somewhere safer. They did not need her more than Jon did. Jaime had been walking through the courtyard to his troops. He stopped nearby to watch their exchange. He was about to step in to state that she would be one of their greatest assests in the war when his tirade was cut off before it begun.

"She's going." Sandor stated gruffly.

Ah. Jaime thought.

"What do you think you're doing?" She damanded. Her anger was building now. Jaime could see that she was seething.

"I said, you're going." He repeated with the same gruffness.

"I told you once that you don't get to decide..." Whatever she had planned to say got lost when he cut her off.

"Don't make me watch you die." His voice was loud. He looked at her desperately before walking closer to her and speaking softly, "I can't bear the thought of watching you fall and seeing you go up in flames. Go with them. Or I will tie you to that horse and have them lead you all the way to Tarth."

Jon backed away. He chose his battles wisely and he knew this was one he wouldn't win. If she fought anymore, he would order her to go. He remembered losing Ygrite. If he could have ensured her safety, he would have done the same. She too had been a very capable fighter, but it hadn't saved her.

"I don't want to leave you." She said so quietly even he could barely hear her.

He leaned into her and whispered in her ear, "I know, you should have kept me in bed when you had the chance."

She blushed fiercely, but choked back something between a laugh and a sob. "Please don't die."

"You know I am hard to kill." He smiled at her.

"Jon..." She started, but he already knew.

"Go." He told her.

Sandor was still so close to her. She didn't care who knew now. She pulled him in and kissed him. Tears pricked at the back of her eyes. Everything was so uncertain. What if this was it? What if they lost? What if they win, but he dies? Gods, she didn't want to think of him dying. She wasn't ready to let go when he pulled away from her.

"You have to get going."

She nodded, but paused for a moment. She looked at Jaime and hoped he would understand what she was about to do. She untied her sword belt and handed it to him. "Take it. You always wanted some Valerian steel, remember?"

"I am not taking your sword."

"You will. You will need it more than I will. Live, and give her back to me."

She pushed it into his hands and turned to mount her horse. She forced herself to be composed once again, "Ser Jaime, in addition to yourself, try not to let my squire die. I am rather attached to him."

He laughed heartily. "We will try not to die."

They began to ride off when Sandor called after them, "Arya, don't let her come back here until this is over."

Arya nodded and took up the rear of the line.