It seemed like the story was repeating itself again. Here he was, waiting for Arya to pick him up from the airport to finish up his work for the Stark girls. They had gone to Mexico, found Arya and had finished things with the cartel she had previously been involved with but between him and the Dragons, they came out of there alive and with a clean slate for all of them thanks to Varys.

Everthin's done now, what now?

He had considered staying in Mexico or perhaps going to Nicaragua or Brazil or simply returning home to Scotland. None of these options had the little bird in it, precisely why he hadn't decided what to do with himself yet. There had been so much to do over the last two years he hadn't been able to tell Sansa howm much he desired her still and moreso how he wanted to stay with her. "Hey! Dog! Get in we're late!" he heard the annoyed howl of the wolf-bitch from a beatdown pick up. He smirked and pushed his duffelbag, patting Arya roughly on the shoulder to which she just smiled, shaking her head as she started the loud roar of the engine. "Where are you going now Hound?" Arya asked as she kept one hand on the steering wheel and drinking Arizona with the other. "I don't know, mayhap I'll stay and bug you for a while", he answered looking out to the cars and blue sky. "We don't need your help anymore" she said muttering. "Well you may not, but I know Sansa will have use of me somehow"

"You hope she does"

The rest of the ride for the next 30 minutes was deadly silent.

Finally he was coming back to her, finally! Her coat was heavy and warm around her, a cozy feeling setting itself at the pit of her stomach with the idea of him finally being here. It had been two years of frustrating attempts at him understanding that she wanted him, with the blood on his hands, with the scar on his face and the rough way he dealt with everyone around except her. She remembered the heated discussion they had had one night in the hotel room as he had gotten out of the shower bearing only some tight boxers around his trim self.

"Wow..." she mad muttered under her breath.

"What are you gaping at girl? I'm sure you've seen a man bare before so shut your beak and go to sleep" he had muttered flustered by her scanning eyes over his body, stopping once or twice on the bulge of his crotch.

"I can't help it jeez" she had said angrily as she turned stomach down on her bed, grabbing her pillow angrily, "Not my fault your handsome". It had been her greatest mistake. In a second he was upon her, his heavy weight pressing onto her back, hard bulge pressing into her lower back. One hand had wrapped itself around her neck squeezing slightly. The other keeping a tight grip on her left wrist. "You think I'm one of your pretty boys Sansa? I'm a motherfuckin' Hound not one of your pretty california boys, don't try and pretty me up so you can get a good fucking". He spoke every word angrily as his hips pressed into the cheeks of her buttocks, his hard manhood massaging the crease. She moaned slightly, "You're not a pretty boy Sandor, but you're my strong Dog, and that's what I need", she whispered as she began to respond to his movements. "I need you" she whispered frantically as one hand squeezed the pillow, her knees beginning to help her raise her hips in response to his hard, slow movements. "I'll fuck you bloody Sansa, make you beg for my cock" he whispered into her hear, pulling at her earlobe and caressing her neck as his now full erection pressed one more time into her "but not tonight". A moan of dismay had escaped her as he stepped away from her quickly. Pulling on a pair of pants away from her, tightening his boots and putting on a shirt. He had to step out into the cool air of the night.

He hadn't come back until morning.

Sexual tension and god knows what else had been simmering between them and the mere idea of not seeing him ever again caused a sharp ache to appear in the pit of her stomach and the deepness of her heart. Waking up everyday to that black hair, those passionate grey eyes and that hard smirk, had been the highlight of so many mornings as well as the safety of his embrace. She knew what she had to do.

Walking to the park in the gray dawn, carrying in her arms hundreds of ribbons she set out to the park where the promise had been made, her answer to spending the rest of her life with him, surrendering to be a part of him for the rest of her days, and he become a part of her.

I am yours as you are mine

"Hey" Arya patted his shoulder slightly, "Sansa told me you can't go to the house yet and this is as far as I can take you 'cause I gotta go fix some issues with the bank I'm saving all my money in". Sandor passed a hand over his face trying to figure out what the fuck she was saying but merely grunted in annoyance, stepping out into the cool dawn. "I'll bring your bag to the house later, don't worry" he considered it, making a mental revision of what he had in his bag, the DEA wouldn't be able to resist going after her is she had been detained for something as little of having in her posession a firearm without a serial number but he was clean. He nodded as he shut the door and his brow rose in confusion at where he was. It was the damn park. Why was he here? Remembering what Arya had said about not beig able to return home he had kept walking. Something yellow caught his gaze as he walked over the hill to the forgotten oak tree.

He couldn't believe what he was seeing. There were countless ribbons wrapped around the old trunk of the large tree, seemingly shining with their gleaming woven parts. Sansa was standing there, the rising sun making her hair look like the liveliest of fire. There he was standing like a fucking idiot but he couldn't move. Those ribbons had sealed his fate, had resurrected his heart. He was loved, he was cherished and he was desired, all of these by the slip of a girl in front of him.

Gods how he loved her. The spell was broken as joyous tears fell from her eyes, the brightest smile splitting her face. Taking shaky steps toward each other, nearing her, he outstretched his arms and grabbed the lapels of her coat. "Sansa..." he whispered roughly as he pressed his ruined lips to her, her arms wrapping around his neck tightly. There lips met softly, her lips caressnig his with all the passion and fever she could muster.

A slight tear slid down one of his eyes.

"I love you Sandor, with all of me, please stay with me...forever"

He barked out a laugh and carried her, spinning her slightly as he dug his face into her shoulder

"This is what it feels to come home, doesn't it Bird?" he asked panting slightly, "I'm going to hell for loving a woman like you, and you're coming for loving a demon like me"

"Home is wherever we go, and heaven on earth whenever we are together, we won't be in any hells anymore, ever again" she said fiercely.

They tightened around each other, looking at the rippling of the ribbons in the morning breeze.

He was wanted

He belonged

He was loved