Two Chapters so soon?! I know, crazy isn't it? lol. Anyways, this chapter is a bit more adult themed towards the end so if you aren't wanting to read my attempt of writing sexy time then feel free to read until the part of the chapter that has a border in the middle of the story. Thank you to all who read last month and i hope i can grab your attention once again with this installment of the story! Also a shout out to all of those who messaged me about wanting to hurry up and getting to a more "mature" scene between Sandor and Jane! i got really good advice on how to write this scene. Anywho, ON WITH THE STORY!
CHAPTER SEVEN
Awhile later Jane's tears stopped, and she laid back on the couch. The hound still stood in front of her, the borrowed shirt, now wet from the salty tears. A quick glance at the clock read that it was only one o'clock in the morning.
"Want to watch something to get your mind off of things?" it was more of a command, but he wouldn't push her to relax unless she was ready to let it go.
"Yea, I would. What do you have in mind? All of my DVD's are on the bookcase."
"Something happy." Jane took that as a queue to stand, "no" he stopped her, "I'll find something, just… get comfortable."
"Alright," she sighed.
BEEP BEEP BEEP the alarm clock wailed its morning ritual right above the bed that she laid in. Jane groaned and began to feel around for the little button to turn the screeching off.
"I'm going to throw that bloody thing across the room if ya don't grant it mercy," Sandor grumbled. This only made Jane chuckle despite being irritated with the insufferable digital timekeeper. Once it was shut off a wave of nausea, hit Jane like a truck. She jumped from the queen bed and ran straight into her bathroom, not making it to her toilet but did manage to grab the waste bin in the nic-of-time.
"You alright?" Sandor called from the hallway. After throwing up whatever had remained in her stomach, Jane peered up at the hunk of a man that now stood in her bathroom door frame. The tired expression was somewhat subdued by the concern that seemed to take over his tired mind slowly.
Jane slowly stood up and swayed a little and was immediately steadied by Sandor's firm grasp. With a shaky hand, Jane gently placed her smaller palm on top of the back of his large hand. The straw-haired woman gave a soft smile and a slight nod as her answer. I should clean up were her thoughts as she peered into the mirror that stood above the white countertops of her medium sized bathroom. With a reassuring squeeze, she let go of Sandor's hand and reached for her toothbrush.
While she cleaned her mouth of the foul taste of her sick, Sandor bent down to rid the bin of the ruined plastic bag. "Sandor, don't!" she exclaimed with a mouth full of minty foam.
"Don't worry about it Little River. It doesn't bother me" was all that was stated before he abruptly left the confines of the bathroom while she stood staring with the toothbrush in hand. When the burly man returned to his spot in the doorway, he leaned against it waiting patiently for Jane to finish on her pearly white teeth. Satisfied with the cleanliness, she turned to face Sandor. "Come on, let's lay you down. Ya don't have work today right?" He reached for her forehead to check her temperature once again and she knew he would not find what he was looking for. If she were running a fever, even a slight one, she would be shivering and feel cold. He only confirmed her theory by stating "still no fever" to which she suggested that she might have a stomach bug.
"And no, I'm off today since I was throwing up at work yesterday. Cant have sick nurses taking care of sick patients, now can we?" at this Sandor laughed slightly. He seemed concerned, but Jane reassured him that she would see a doctor later today.
The bedroom was lit up with the soft glow of the early morning sun's natural light to which Jane promptly began to shut her curtains to dim the room. Sandor was once again back in her bed under the still warm covers, and he waited patiently for her return. "I must say that you have gotten rather comfortable" she winked.
"Well, you were the one begging me to stay and keep you warm. You are like a block of ice at night, did you know that?" his tone was teasing and Janes cheeks heated at the memory of asking him to sleep next to her. "Look, we're both still tired, and we've only gotten about three hours of sleep. I can go back on the couch if you'd prefer but I need at least two more hours." it was a plea that did not fall on deaf ears.
"Alright," she stepped to the side of the bed to get in, and Sandor moved a little more to give her room. Once under the covers and somewhat comfortable laying on her side, Jane reached behind her and grasped Sandor's massive forearm and pulled it towards her. She could feel him scooting closer to her back as she placed his arm around her midsection. Sandor was close but wasn't flushed against her back like he had been when they first awoke. What the heat of his body gave off was enough to lull Jane back to sleep quickly.
It was a few hours when she returned from the land of dreams, she was facing Sandor now, and they were nose to nose. With blurry eyes, she gazed somewhat sleepily at his 'bad' side. Jane never got a chance to examine his scarred flesh. All in all, it is not as bad as he makes it out to be with the semi-permanent scowl that tends to show around others. With a steady hand, Jane gently brushed away the thick, black locks of hair that almost always hid this portion of his head.
The scar began at his scalp running to his burnt and shriveled ear. It continued a short run along his cheek and up his temple, curving to take over the area where an eyebrow should be. Once passed the eyebrow is connected back almost at the top of his scalp.
Mountains and hills of pink flesh consumed the circumference of the upper left portion of his face and scalp and went no further. Jane was utterly fascinated with it. She realized that Sandor had been lucky and saw a maester who had great skill. So many in King's Landing had scarring that was far worse because their maesters were incompetent fools. Lifting her hand she gently places a cold palm on top of the molten skin. Jane carefully pushed his long locks away so that she could take a better look at the damage his brother had done. With every stroke, she ran her delicate fingers along the perimeter of the large cicatrix. She saw the borders where the forest of hair began and the abrupt halt that would seem a barren wasteland.
Eventually, the man before her grabbed her wrist and stopped her petting. The action startled her out of her in-depth examination, and she inhaled sharply. His dark eyes hid behind closed lids when he asked her "what are you doing?"
"Just taking in the view." Jane's voice is meek and shy, this she is aware of. Sandor smirks merely, releasing her wrist from his firm grasp.
"You know what time it is?"
Jane sits up a little to glance at her clock that sits on the nightstand behind the beast of a man. As she laid her flaxen head back into its original position, she answered him with "almost 8:40" to which he groaned.
"You'll survive," at this, he cracked open a tired eye and peered into her own.
With skepticism and mirth he let out a "will I now? Would you revive me if I died of exhaustion?" to which she replied a chuckled yes. "And how would you do that Little River?"
"Oh, I don't know, mayhaps with a kiss." Immediately her face began to pinken from her declaration. Jane saw the look of lust and want that took over the tired expression that once made up his face, however, it was gone just as quickly as it came. With a trembling hand, she placed her palm against his borrowed Sons of the Harpy tee shirt. His heart was beating just as fast as her own which struck a chord with her, leaving a heat to pool within her belly. Sandor's eyes looked down at her lips, and she couldn't help but lick them out of anticipation. They may have been nose to nose, but the distance was still too great for the both of them. With all the courage she could muster, Jane took the initiative.
It started off slow like most of the kisses they had shared, chaste and sweet. In a matter of moments, Sandor's tongue was begging for entrance, to which he was gladly accepted. Jane had her eyes closed and felt an enormous calloused hand wrap the back of her skull to help deepen the kiss. Both of their bodies were pressed tightly together, causing the young woman to feel Sandor's want for her, which in turn made her want him now more than ever.
Before she realized it, Sandor had moved on top of her and now laid in between her thighs. His massive frame consumed her in an embrace, and she couldn't help the rising heat that was beginning to devour her insides. It was all becoming too much for her, and she couldn't help but grind against him in an attempt to satisfy her want. The result of that action led to Sandor letting out a grunt, "Seven hells. Careful little river, I might not act as Knightley as you think if you keep that up."
She merely scoffed at him and once again ground against him, leaving them both to let out a careless moan, she locked her legs around his waist. Sandor took to sucking on the pulse of her long neck, and Jane focused on pulling the shirt off of Sandor's back.
When he was satisfied with his handy work, he removed his mouth from Jane's pulse and aided her in the removal of his shirt. Once the garment was completely off and in Jane's small hands, she flung it straight across the room, somehow landing on her dresser. With a steady hand, he raked a hand thru his hair to brush them from his view of her. Jane could make out those scars she had seen the morning after their first time.
A broad chest was dusted with black curled hair while sporting a thick scar just above where his heart would be. Jane's examination was cut short when he returned his lips to hers. This kiss was just as heated as the last and encouraged the both of them.
Jane could feel his massive hands begin their descent down her body, resting just above the waistband of her sweatpants, fingers toying at the hem of her oversized tee shirt. Finally, he slipped his coarse fingers underneath only to rest on her ribs.
"Take it off, please" she begged in between gasps. With a single swift motion, the fabric was practically ripped off of her body leaving her chest bare for Sandor to see. Jane could feel his eyes taking in her exposed flesh, not a moment later he placed his hot mouth over a perky breast. Another moan of pleasure escaped her. Sandor took the hand that rested on her ribs and took it south to reach a new destination. Slipping past the layers of sweatpants and underwear, Sandor cupped her sex, toying with the button that laid just above folds. The first time one of his fingers grazed that bundle of nerves, Jane nearly unwound at that moment barely managing to hold out to make this ecstasy last.
The man above her took the liberty of removing his lips from her breast and place back onto her well-kissed ones, slipping a single finger into her. A gasp that carried his name escaped her mouth when Sandor began to slide in and out at a steady pace slowly. In that very moment, Jane found herself wanting much more than digits.
"Sandor," she managed to grab his attention, " please, I want you." This stalled him in his quest to unravel her very soul completely.
"We don't have any condoms, Jane." Grey eyes met blue with such disappointment.
"I have an implant in my arm, and I'm clean."
"I don't doubt that you are. Jane, I'm not gonna risk it" he preached. "There is always a chance, and I am seeing to it that that doesn't happen."
With a pout, Jane uttered a resigned "alright" to which Sandor smirked in triumph, mouth once again upon hers.
