Sandor's home was nothing like Sansa had imagined. The dirty man cave of masculinity was instead a modern, cool toned apartment which was clean and full of things organised. Sansa looked for a woman's touch, wondering if he had a hidden girlfriend, roommate or still lived with his mother. But the grey sofas, home crafted table with thick faux fur ikea rug spoke man but felt too clean against the scarred man. The other men never entered the apartment, Beric told them not to, they dropped her stuff at the door and said goodbye to her one by one, Guy and Gendry pulling her into hugs.
Sandor said nothing and walked into a door at the other side of the room, disappearing. Sansa stuck near the door and took in the room. It was full but seemed unlived in, everything clean and perfect; unlike the occupant.
"You can sit ya' know." A rough voice spoke out away from her eyeline, making Sansa jump. He leaned against the doorway and watched her creep over to his sofa and sit stiffly, not taking her coat or bag off. He left out a heavy sigh and walked into his kitchen, remembering she liked tea. Sandor liked coffee but felt like tea suited her, subtle and sweet.
Kettle boiled, bag brewed and soon Sansa took that first sip. Her body seemed to relax into the sofa, the stresses of the day washing away from her. Sandor watched her close her eyes and sigh, content even when alone with him. Sandor was aware of how his scar affected people around him, women would look at him with fear, men disgust and both would mix in pity. The women who pursued him like the danger, not commitment, and he's never pursued a woman he fancied with fear of rejection. He'd had flings with women looking for a night with a beast of a man like him but never did he feel any affection other than lust for them. He now looked at Sansa with affection, but she looked like a heartbreak on legs to him. Far too perfect for him. He was battle torn ex soldier, body and mind scarred while she was a pretty rich girl, who had felt equal pain to him with only internal scars. He wanted her in a selfish way, knowing she could do better.
"My room is through there." He finally filled the silence. He gestured towards the room he had disappeared into. "I'll take the sofa."
"No I couldn't ask y-" She started.
"Don't chirp at me, just take the bed." He interrupted, waving away her protests. Sansa bit her lip, wanting to protest more.
"Thank you." He grunted as a reply.
The wind rattled the window as Sansa tossed and turned. Her bed felt too big, cold and foreign to her. Sandor's room was yellow, which surprised Sansa, it had pictures of him and Beric with a large ginger that kinda seemed familiar decorating the wall and a large pastel coloured bookcase filled with books of all degrees, and a couple of DVDs hidden in the corner. She liked this room, but It did not help her sleep.
So much had happened that day she couldn't steady her mind, she kissed Sandor, Theon may have gotten a lead on Jon, Ramsey found The Brotherhood, the guys came to help her and now she was laid in Sandor's bed as he slept meters away. She couldn't focus on one thing, but the kiss seemed to stick. She's never liked someone like this, her other crushes had been childish and manipulated by her whims and others around her. These feelings for Sandor was pure, she wanted him to hold and kiss her and do things she's never done before, her feelings felt adult but also childish at the same time. She at that moment wanted him to walk through the door, climb under his quilt and hold her close, letting her sleep but instead he lay on the sofa, lightly snoring. 'At least one of us can sleep' she thought bitterly.
With that a boom of thunder crashed from the sky, shaking the house lightly and a flash soon followed. Sansa screamed. Within seconds Sandor appeared at the door, half asleep and half dressed in black pajama pants. Every inch of his fine chest, deeply etched with muscle and faint scars, notable in the dark light, his dark hair hung over the scarred half of his face.
"What the fuck happened?" He huffed out, body unprepared for his quick reaction.
"The-the thunder i-it-" She spluttered out.
"For fucks sake its just some bloody thunder girl." Sandor snapped, he didn't sleep much so being woken but something as silly as thunder bothered him greatly. Sansa sniffed, trying to hold back her tears which ignored her and spilled over with a heavy sob. Sandor watched her begin to cry, he couldn't figure out if it was for the thunder of for him, but either way he felt instantly guilty. He instinctively moved to the side of the bed and pulled her close in a lazy embrace.
"I-I" She tried to explain herself, her dislike for the claps of thunder, how these tears were all the emotions of the day escaping and not for his meanness.
"I know little bird." He comforted. "I'm sorry." She held him close, ignoring he was shirtless, hands flat on the bare flesh of his back. The little bird nestled against him. He leaned down and placed a gentle kiss on her hair as he run his fingers up and down her spine. He'd never comforted people like this before but he seemed like he was doing okay since she gripped tighter. They just sat there through the thunder.
This time she kissed him. After her heart dulled its pounding, she looked up at him and slowly rose to eye level of him. She placed two hands on each side of his face, carefully on the scarred side and pulled him into a passionate kiss. He didn't stop her, he instead placed two hands on her hip to draw her closer, she wrapped her legs around his waist, only breaking their kiss for a second before coming back in. Unlike their first kiss this had no hunger, they could kiss all night. Sansa felt hot, she could melt into him, his bare flesh against her stomach, his arousal between her legs it was all too much for the girl filled with innocence. The bulge against her thigh showed her he was attracted to her, did he want sex? She didn't know him well, but the attraction was there so maybe she should give in? Save Ramsey being her first. She ran her hand over his bare body, feeling every ridge, hair and scar till she reached the band of his pajama pants. She tried to slip her fingers under, like the women in her romance books did, but he stopped her by laying her down onto her back in a single movement. This time his lips were on her neck, leaving her mouth so make small sounds of pleasure.
"Baby steps little bird." He hummed in her ear as he ran his lips up and down her neck. She couldn't respond. She loved his body looming over her, encapsulating her. One of his arms held him over her, no placing no weight on her, as his other hand lifted up her right leg, his hand gripping the bare skin of her thigh, his knees between her thighs, nudging her sex every time she shifted under him. She tried to pull him closer, grind against his knee or do something to relieve the pressure building inside her but he didn't come closer, his knee would shift from her advances and he kept assaulting her neck with kisses and nips.
"Sandor.." She breathed, pained. "Please..."
"Not tonight." He replied, lips leaving her neck. He looked down at her, his long hair surrounding their faces. She looked at him in awe, the look of fiery lust in his eye but he didn't take her, he could have her but he just kissed her. She's been taught that real men take what they want; Sandor was a contradiction.
Sandor leaned down and kissed her one final time.
"Don't go." She whispered helplessly, she couldn't stand the empty bed. Sandor said nothing, he climbed under the quilt with her, holding her against his chest before giving her one more kiss on the head. "You never told me... how you got you scar."
"One sad story a day Sansa." He paused. "But I will tell you soon."
"Thank you Sandor."
"Goodnight little bird."
"Good night my Hound."
The Hound woke up to empty arms. Light spilled into the room waking him up, but the body he'd been holding all night was gone. He shot up, worried she'd ran off. He's slept till 10:30, the army had made him an early riser so he'd not overslept since he was 16 years old. He felt refreshed and it bothered him.
The sound of Sansa singing erupted his grumbling. The air smelled of bacon, toast and all things Sandor loved, She was cooking and singing in his kitchen after sharing his bed for the night and practically begging for him to take her; Sandor couldn't understand Sansa Stark.
After a stretch and placing on a shirt he dared himself to see what Sansa was doing. She was in front of his stove cooking, she had a pot of coffee on the brew with his table set with the dinner set he'd never even taken out the box. Juice, salt and pepper and cereal were placed alone with a jug of milk, and a tiny blue flower in a pot in the center. It looked like a family scene from a magazine, she must have a spent a while setting it up, she must have gone to the shop nearby to buy it all.
"Mornin'" Sandor spoke up, drawing the domestic goddess' attention. She turned around with a happy smile, hair washed, makeup on and fully dressed, all before 9.30am.
"Good morning Sandor!" She replied in a sing song voice. She was dishing up a full english breakfast with black pudding, sausages, bacon, all kinds of eggs and all the trimmings. Sandor remembered why he liked northern girls. He sat at the table, after his request to help was shot down. She laid down all the food, poured him coffee and joined him across his table.
She delicately squeezed some lemon into her tea before piling her plate high with food, just as much as Sandor and ate away, Sandor could hardly believe her. Sandor ate a lot, he was a big guy, and she could easily match him. She still ate like a lady but soon enough both their plates were empty. They both laid back, stuffed to the brim.
"I can't remember the last time I ate that good." Sandor chucked, he had the kitchen skills of a armless dog. Sandor laughed, starting to clear up.
"Get used to it." She winked at him. He watched her with a cocked brow. 'get used to it?' was she planning to stay longer than a few days? Sandor hoped so, he's had an amazing night's sleep and an even better breakfast, he didn't want to give that back. Also the beautiful red head making his house feel warmer.
Sansa was warned not to come into work that day so she was locked up in Sandor apartment all day. Sandor had a lengthy workout, mostly to relieve some tension from the night before, before heading off to work. Sansa made him something to eat, since she's noticed he'd buy a sandwich from his nightly break, she made a large sandwich with cheese, ham and tomato with honey mustard along with a muffin she's bought that morning, he seemed pretty pleased with it when she handed him at the door. She instinctively kissed his cheek and wished him a good night. Then she was alone, unsure of what to do. Then she remembered the book Guy mentioned. Maybe she could relieve some stress of her own.
Hey guys, sorry for the super long wait, i just moved out and i'm starting uni but i'm settled now :) thanks for all your patience.
