This is pure smut and I'm not sorry :-)

They were on his couch, the pretense of her coming into his home to use the restroom and then to have one last beer was long forgotten. Her head was light with a slight buzz, she felt giddy and happy from their date and the couple of beers she'd had. She was giddy enough to plant a kiss on Sandor's lips when he turn to face her. The question he'd been about to ask died on his lips and he wasted no time wrapping his arm around her waist and deepening the kiss.

Sansa wasn't quite sure how it happened but she found herself straddling his lap, his large hands holding her hips just far enough away from his manhood that she wouldn't press against it. They kissed like that for what felt like hours, his hands squeezing her hips and thighs, while her own hands roamed over his muscular shoulders.

This is hot, Sansa thought and almost giggled at the juvenile phrase. It was though, it was the hottest kiss she'd ever had. There was something about the way Sandor held her that promised more, like he was holding back. As if he'd read her mind he pulled back, both of them panting, he very carefully pulled her closer until her sex was right on top of his bulge. His eye rolled back a bit and shut as he let out a low groan. Sansa's hands squeezed his shoulders and he opened up his eye again. He sent a look to the right, where the stairs led up to his second floor bedroom and then back at her again.

Sansa's heart beat furiously in her chest. She thought of herself shaking her head and crawling off his lap, going home to her empty bed, then she thought of going upstairs with him, seeing for herself exactly what he was holding back. She slid forward until they were pressed up against each other tightly and ground her hips, rubbing herself against his bulge, giving him a nod as she did and feeling quite daring and naughty.

Sandor growled, tangling one hand in her hair, he brought her lips to his and began kissing her again, his other hand went under her behind holding her to him as he rose from the couch. Sansa squealed and wrapped her legs around his waist. With hardly any effort he carried her across the living room, up the stairs and into his bedroom, kissing her all the while.

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His hand tangled in her hair gripping it tightly, she let out a small hiss of pain and he loosened his grip. He wasn't so gentle with her clothing, she heard the tank she wore snap and tear as he pulled it down along with her bra. He wasted no time taking her nipple into his mouth, lapping at the hard nub, any protest she had at the rough treatment of her clothing died on her lips as he sucked hard on her breasts. She couldn't help but moan.

Sandor brought his mouth back up to hers, pulling her under his solid body with one large hand on her waist as he kissed her breath away. It seemed to Sansa that Sandor knew exactly what he wanted to do, he systematically began removing her clothing and his, devouring her with kisses in-between motions. He didn't say a word, unlike other men, the only two other men she'd been with anyway, Sandor didn't utter sweet words, he didn't compliment her body or her beauty, he didn't try and talk dirty, he didn't say anything at all. He let his mouth explore her instead of talking, his eye roamed over her body hungrily.

There was no foreplay, she barely got a chance to really look at his naked body before he was on her again. The little she saw was magnificently sculpted, she wanted to do some explorations of her own but Sandor had other plans.

He pushed her legs open, settling in between them before griping his hardened member, aiming and pushing into her much quicker than she was ready for. She arched her back, doing her best to accommodate his large member. Another thing she should have known, of course this part would match the size of the rest of him.

"Fuck," he breathed out. It was the first thing he'd said since they started kissing.

Again, he gave her no chance to answer, kissing her as he lifted one of her legs over his hip. He kissed down her throat and began thrusting. There was no warm up, his thrust were deep and hard and they made her eyes roll to the back of her head with pleasure.

Even if she wanted to talk, she couldn't, her body was being thoroughly used and she loved it. If she had known what it could be like to be with a man like Sandor, she would not have wasted all that time searching for sweet words and rom-com kisses.

Her body was aching and hot, it was pleasure spiked with pain and she felt wanted, desired in a way she never had before. Sandor was acting as if he paused for any reason, even to take a breath, she would ask him to stop or simply disappear. There was an urgency to their sex, not only from Sandor but from Sansa herself, she chased her climax as it built up inside, no sound in the sparse room but their grunts and moans.

When her climax hit her it knocked the breath out of her body, she stiffened and arched, Sandor wrapped his arms around her waist and pumped into her her even harder than before, she could feel the rumbling through his chest as he growled into her hair, she could not make out the words over the ringing in her ears. Her body finally succumbed, letting waves of pleasure wash over her, wave after wave moved through her until pleasure became pain, until Sandor finally let out a guttural groan and stiffened on top of her. A second later he let himself fall to side of her, leaving her cold and empty.

They took a few moments to catch their breath.

"Are you leaving now?" Sandor rasped still panting slightly.

"What?" Sansa sat up angrily, "Sandor Clegane are you kicking me out?" her voice trembling with something between hurt and anger.

"No," he wasn't looking at her, only the burnt side of his face visible to her, his blank white eye staring sightlessly at the ceiling, "Just letting you go if you want." with one quick motion he gripped her and brought her over his hips, pressing his hardened member to her core. "I'm pretty sure I could go all night. Wouldn't mind trying."

Sansa's eye's widened, "Again? I…I thought men needed…you know…time."

"Not me," he pressed himself against her, "Never seen how many times I can go. Wanna help me find out?"

Sansa realized that she did, she really wanted to know what all night with Sandor felt like. She lifted her hips and sank onto him, groaning as he filled her sensitive sex.

"I'll take that as a yes." Sandor growled flipping her over to dominate her body again.

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It turned out when Sandor said all night, he meant all night. There was light peeking over the horizon when he finally declared they should shower and sleep. He took her every way imaginable so long as she could look at him. It was very important for her to look at him, and it was her pleasure to oblige, seeing Sandor loom over her with lust in his eye as he thrust into her was nearly as thrilling as feeling him inside her.

She showered first using Sandor's shampoo and body wash. When she walked out in only a towel she was happy to see that Sandor had changed the sheets, clean dry white ones replacing the sweaty yellow ones from before.

"Don't have much that would fit you but here." Sandor held out a white tee and boxer shorts.

Sansa smiled, "Thanks," she noted he didn't ask if she was staying, but she supposed she wouldn't have showered here if she wasn't. "I left you some hot water." she added as she watched him adjust the head in the shower and adjust the water temperature in his black boxers.

"I only use cold water." he answered. Sandor didn't close the door as he whipped off his underwear and stepped into the running water. Sansa smiled, she wasn't much for man butt, but Sandor's glorious behind was converting her.

She dressed in Sandor's clothes and got into his soft bed. It was nice to be surrounded by his things, and the scent of his linens. He didn't last very long in the bathroom, her eyes were just beginning to close with sleep when the shower shut off. She let one eye open a crack as she watched him stride into the bedroom naked as his namesday a towel in his hand drying his hair. She watched him pull on a pair of black sweats with no underwear.

She didn't dare hope he would put his arms around her when he slipped into bed beside her and he didn't, biting her lip she nuzzled into his side, suppressing a grin as best she could when he put his arm around her and pulled her close.

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Sandor couldn't sleep, he didn't want to sleep, there was a beautiful, funny, intelligent woman in bed with him, her body curled around him snoring into his chest. He let himself grin in the soft morning light. She kept up with him, all night. Nobody else had ever done that, nobody else had wanted to. He left every single sexual encounter he'd ever been in wanting more, and if truth be told he wanted more right now but he felt fulfilled, tired, and calm. He had a feeling that if he woke her up for more she wouldn't turn him away, she wanted him and he wanted her more than he'd ever wanted anyone. He didn't want to sleep and wake up to find it was all a stupid dream. What if he woke up in the morning to find he was still working for the Lannisters and he would spend the day following Joffery around and wondering why pretty smart women like Sansa went for douche bags like Joffery. No, he refused to fall asleep and mere seconds after coming to that decision he knocked out.

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He was awoken by a feather light touch running up and down his hard shaft. Sandor opened his eye to find Sansa Stark sitting up next to him in his bed with her hand down his sweatpants.

"Looks like you need help." Her cheeks were bright red with embarrassment as she tried to sound sexy. It was the hottest thing he'd ever seen.

"Might be." he answered noting the light in the room placed the time at about late afternoon, they had spent nearly two straight days with each other. He put his hand around hers helping her move up and down his shaft.

"You aren't too tired or…"

"No," she shook her head smiling "I'm not tired or busy, in fact I don't have anywhere to be until Monday morning.

Sandor grinned, "Good." he growled as he tackled her onto her back, relishing in her laughter and squealing.