Sandor was snapped back to reality. "What the hell am I doing, hugging a lieutenant?!" He thought to himself. Maybe he had been alone for too long. Groaning to himself, and passing it off as a stretch, he thought "maybe it's time for me to get a dog." He patted Sansa, awkwardly on the shoulder. "Ok Little Bird," he rasped, in an attempt to sound cheerful "You did a good job qualifying in the foxhole, now we do prone supported and unsupported." He threw their trash in a bag and put it in the humvee.

They put their gear back on.

Sansa was so curious about the handsome, scarred man with her. She really was confused. Sometimes it seemed like he barely tolerated her. But other times he was almost loving. It was the strangest thing. He did not make small talk or ask her questions, Sansa found that to be a little awkward, but at least he was comfortable in silence.

She assumed the un supported prone position. She still felt awkward and wobbly. Sandor helped prop her up. She still needed more help.

Sandor wondered what he had specifically done to deserve this kind of torture. He stood, and then crouched, trying to help the beautiful officer get into a prone position. He realized, but tried to delay the inevitable that he was going to have to lie down next to her and basically spoon her to get her in the right position. How in the world was he going to get his body to cooperate in a professional manner?

"Ma'am," he rasped "Do you want me to show you how to position your body?"

She nodded, blushing.

Sandor thought to himself. "Aye, if she's blushing now, that ain't nothing after I lie down next to her." He was torn between being mortified and aroused by the thought of being so close to such a shy and vulnerable woman… who was actually encouraging his behavior.

Sandor got down on the ground, pushed his body right up close next to Sansa, giving her a balance on one side. She was so small and he so big, he could turn his upper torso and arms and prop them under Sansa, positioning her arms correctly so she could aim the weapon.

All Sansa could feel was this huge beast of a man enveloping her. It was not an unpleasant experience, he had warm strong arms, a barrel of a massive chest, he smelled good... musky… like a man should smell. She shifted her hips, wiggling a little to get comfy.

"Ma'am," Sandor whispered to her "hold still, stop that wiggling" In his mind he was doing difficult multiplication tables to distract himself. All he needed was her to notice how aroused he was.

Sansa followed his instructions, firing like he taught her. He climbed off of her quickly, they walked together to inspect the target.

"Well done." He said, his voice strangely husky, Sansa noticed.

She resumed the unsupported prone. "Ma'am, now you get sandbags". Sandor was relieved and disappointed. He helped her get in position. He wondered if she seriously was as helpless as she led him to believe or she wanted him near her again. She was all wrong in her position. Deep down Sandor knew she was just kind of hopeless, not coy. That endeared her to him all the more. He squatted next to her, and then laid down next to her, his side pressing her hip. She wiggled again, getting comfortable.

He blushed, she blushed. "Sorry about that." She whispered.

"Ma'am, could you please just fire the weapon?"

"Sergeant," she began, still not firing her rifle.

Sandor thought he might die. What torture, now he was jabbing her in the side with his cock. God, he was so hard. He didn't know what he was going to do. It was too bad, too funny to be true. Now she began to chatter at him, still not firing the blasted rifle.

Sansa turned to him, getting the full force of his discomfort right in the stomach. If there had been any misconception about what was going on, that time had now passed.

Sansa was so embarrassed. She had never felt one so big. It was huge. She gasped.

Frustrated, annoyed and uncomfortable Sandor looked at her and said "Oh come on. I warned you about you and those wiggly hips of yours. What did you think would happen?"

Sansa was blushing the color of a candied apple. She could still feel Clegane's erect cock throbbing against her stomach. "Uh, I dunno," Sansa said, rather stupidly, "I'm still a virgin."

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