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"Are you tired little bird?" Sandor asked as gently as his rough voice allowed. Sansa replied shyly "Yes but I'm also hungry" as if she willed it her stomach rumbled loudly. Sandor snorted "Didn't you just eat?" Sansa was confused for a moment then his joke sunk in, her curtsies forgotten she burst out giggling her genuine smile warmed his heart. Sandor stared at his little wife marveling at her beautiful laughing face and internally vowed to try to summon that emotion out of her more often, she had experienced far too much pain in her short life, he could relate. "I'll get food." He moved towards the door stopped for a moment turned back around and kissed Sansa on the top of her head she blushed and stared at him lovingly he trotted out closing the door behind him.
Sansa threw herself onto Sandors large bed, his masculine smell enveloped her, she stared at the ceiling he was being wonderful to her, his carefully built walls were coming down he was starting to trust her she hugged one of his pillows she felt so light hearted before she knew it she dozed off.
Sandor soon returned with a tray full of food, the maids made a fuss about doing it but he wanted to be alone with Sansa. He found her fast asleep on his- her- their bed he smiled. Sansa's long red hair was spread across the sheets she was hugging a pillow that was tucked in between her thighs he quietly set the tray of food down and moved to wake the sleeping girl. She was breathing evenly I could watch her forever he thought, best to let her rest. His eyes found her belongings that were brought in earlier. It was rude to snoop through her things but curiosity got the better of him, he walked over to her chest and opened it to see its contents. Mainly consisting of clothing he found some girly hair accessories and jewelry but a small blue pouch stood out to him he untied the gold colored string that held it together to find a fine powder inside. He felt as though he was punched in the stomach, he knew exactly what the powder was used for. Never wanting to produce bastard offspring he had seriously inquired about how whores avoided pregnancies, he knew what he held in his hands eliminated the possibility of Sansa birthing his child something he hadn't known he wanted.
Sandor's heart clenched painfully but like always before letting himself be consumed by the hurt, anger seeped in of course she didn't actually want this, it was all fucking lies! He fumed She probably planned on playing along until she could get back to her family, his wife had a plan. Convince the stupid scarred dog to love her then toss him away when he served his purpose. At least she had planned on fucking him. Make love my buggering ass! He slowly tied the pouch as he found it and tossed it back into her chest. He looked at Sansa longingly "I would have taken you home you just had to asked little bird." With that he picked up his sword and left the room.
Sansa awoke to a dark empty room her arms patted the bed next to her, empty. She let her eyes adjust and searched for Sandor her heart pulsed where could he be? She stood and found a tray of untouched food left on the table she was starving but she was more worried about her new husband. Calm down she told herself he couldn't possibly be in danger he is a fearsome warrior Joffrey probably just needed him the thought did not comfort her. She changed out of her wedding gown into something more practical and ventured out. She knew it was unwise to venture out of her room at night but she was tired of meekly waiting in her room like a proper lady, maybe with the Hound as a husband the fear he instilled in others would protect her. Sansa followed the corridors until they led to a garden where she heard whispering she leaned forward into the darkness to hear but the voices stilled.
"Why Sansa what has you out at this hour?" a silky voice asked behind her catching her off guard. She turned to see Lord Baelish standing in between a patch of darkness and moonlight that drenched his small frame. She relaxed as she recognized her mother's childhood friend. "Lord Baelish good to see you I couldn't seem to sleep" she lied. Baelish's eyes slowly rolled up her body "Congratulations on your wedding my lady" the word sounded proper but his lear was starting to unnerve Sansa, she wished again that Sandor would return. Petyr strolled closer to her and extended his arm. "Sansa it seems we both can't seem to sleep let us walk together who knows what lurks at this hour."
She couldn't find a reason to refuse him so she took his arm and they walked down the gardens path "As you know Sansa I was a dear friend to your mother. I extend my friendship to you as well, know that you can trust me." Sansa politely smiled her thoughts still on Sandor, then the thought hit her. "Thank you my lord I truly appreciate the sentiment, have you by any chance seen my husband recently?" Baelish's lips turned up at the corners he had predicted this question "Why yes I saw him earlier at my establishment right before I came here in fact." Sansa felt her throat constrict like something had lodged itself inside of her, her chest hurt he said he wouldn't go anymore why?... Balish continued "I thought it strange considering he has such a gorgeous woman as a wife. Unless of course you two have yet to consummate your marriage." Sansa was not ready for his prying, her eyes betrayed her she dropped her gaze and she tried to control the tears that threatened to escape. Her reaction pleased him he continued "I apologize if I am being too intrusive, just know I always have your best interest at heart." Petyr suddenly stopped and held both of her delicate hands in his own. "Sansa if I can help you tell me. I can take you from here, take you from him" he said in disdain. "Do you want to go home? Back to your family?" He reached up to brush a stray strand of hair behind her ear, she could smell his minty breath he was so close to her too close he leaned in.
"Step the fuck back if you want to keep that hand" a murderous voice growled from the darkness. Sandor appeared as if from the shadows. Sansa may be playing me but I'll be damned if this cock sucking, slimy, scheming, littledick, bitch touches my woman Sandor drunkenly thought. Baelish as usual began to talk his way out of the situation. Sansa caught in the middle couldn't help but be glad that Sandor was back but Lord Baelish's comment was replaying in her head. He had been at Baelish's establishment did he go back to those women she saw him with the other day? Unabashed tears fell from her eyes.
Sandor noticed Sansa's tears is she crying for this prick? He grew angrier if possible. Littlefinger tried to explain "I was simply walking wi-" Sandor violently gripped Petyr by his collar lifting the much smaller man inches from the ground, the smell of wine wafted from his breathe "If I ever find you around my woman again I'll slice your cock off and and feed it to you" he growled through clenched teeth trembling from suppressed rage.
Sansa finally spoke in a cold voice "Sandor stop this, Lord Baelish was only keeping me company, something he wouldn't have had to do if you hadn't left to a pleasure house." Sandor snapped his head to her she even fucking defends him he thought. "Aye what of it" he spat at her confirming her worst fear she asked me not to go but that was a ruse of hers to make me think that she cares for me . Sansa whipped around and stalked to their room abandoning Baelish helplessly clinging to Sandors clenched fist. Sandor gaped at Sansa's exit he glared at Baelish one last time before roughly shoving him on the ground and went after her. He reached their room and loudly slammed the door behind him.
Sansa was waiting for him she sat at the end of the bed her face in her hands crying. "How could you Sandor, you said you wouldnt go!" Sandor was taken aback by how good of a mummers show she was putting on. He bellowed back "Don't pretend like you care girl" In an instant he closed the space between them and tugged her up by her arm. Sansa was startled "How dare you! Don't presume to touch me with hands that have touched whores!" She twisted her arm from his grasp. Sandor was surprised at the pain and anger he heard in her voice but was too clouded by ale and anger to let it sink in. "Girl I found your fucking powder, so you can stop putting on a show. Is that why you were with Littlefinger? Are you sucking his dick too? To get what you want or have you already spread those pretty thighs of yours for him?" SMACK! Sansa's hand stung from how hard she slapped Sandor, new tears sprung from her eyes "I got that tea when Joffrey was after me, not for you!" Sandor refused to believe her, that would mean that someone actually cared for him that he had been wrong. "Don't lie to me girl" he gripped her arms again not letting her go, she squirmed in his iron grasp "Stop your hurting me!" Sandor grabbed her chin and forced her to look at him. "Look at me!" his eyes wild and in anguish the scarred part of his face twitched uncontrollably. Sansa saw anger pain and fear in his eyes "Tell me the truth" he growled. Sansa was also angry and hurt but she replied "I went the morning of the Tourney BEFORE you won. You saw me, that's what I was doing there, you stupid stupid man." Sandors eyes softened his grip slacked,his mind was reeling. Sansa jerked away from him.
"So how was your whores? I don't get a say as a woman right? How would you feel If I had gone to fuck another man?" The words through her lips sounded wrong, the thought infuriated him "I will NEVER let another man touch you!" Sansa retorted "But you can fuck all the women you want?" Tears ran down her face and across her pretty swollen pink lips and he was so drunk. Sandor pulled her close and pressed his lips to hers he could taste the saltiness of her tears "Stop Sandor no!" she pushed at his hard chest to no effect he pressed himself against her relishing the feeling of her soft body against his own he grew hard, he reached around for her arse and ground his hips into her stomach. She stopped struggling and seemed to just freeze.
"You want to have sex again? Didn't you just do that?" She was still angry but also puzzled. He couldn't regenerate that fast could he? Sandor kissed her long neck and replied "I didn't betray you Sansa. I went to find out who gave you the moon tea, the maester sure as shit didn't give it to you and Shea has been spotted at Littlefinger's establishments before. I just needed to know when.. when you got it." Sansa could smell the alcohol on his breathe she craned her head up to see the truth of if in his face. He continued "You are all I want Sansa no one else could even compare I only want you." Sansa reached up to hold his scarred cheek in her hand this time he didn't flinch at her touch, her wet face glistened with different kind of tears "I want you too Sandor" she stood as tall as her toes would allow and gently kissed his lips drawing a sigh from him."I'm sorry about Lord Baelish he-" Sandor interrupted "I believe you wife."
Sandor wrapped his arms around the slim girl and soon their tongues met in a dance. Slowly at first then more heated their lips moved against each others their tongues exploring the others mouth. Sansa suckled at his large tounge and moaned softly, Sandor's body reacted he easily lifted her body up, wrapping her legs around his torso. He thrusted his manhood against her heat, a delicious warmth shot through her body pooling at her core. Sandor dropped Sansa onto the bed and planted hot wet kisses from her neck to her clavicle.
He reached her neckline looked her straight in the eyes and tore the fabric of her dress down to her navel. Sansa started to protest about how few clothes she had left but before she had the chance Sandor took her left nipple into his mouth, pleasure rippled through her body. She took a quick intake of breath, surprised but pleased, her nipple stiffened in his mouth. He rubbed his tongue against her hard nub and suckled at her while flicking and slightly pinching her neglected right nipple. A warmth spread throughout her body that led straight to her core. The way he made her feel was so pleasurable she couldn't think straight, she felt like pudding in this man's hands. Her chest rose and arched towards his hot hungry mouth the world could have crumbled around them and she would be none the wiser.
Gorgeous was all Sandor could think. All of her, her flawless body her full soft breasts at his lips the faint trail of blue veins underneath, her flesh was so smooth and warm, her flowing auburn hair. Gods what had he done to deserve to touch this goddess? Sandor kneaded her breasts while lowering his head. Swiftly he torn away the rest of her ruined dress discarding it on the floor. Revealing the rest of her perfect body, Sansa looked into his eyes, blushed beautifly clenched her thighs together and looked away. Sandor groaned deep in his throat, put his large hand on her face and guided her chin to face him "I want your eyes on me." he ordered then dipped his head low to her womanhood once again but this time he was more thorough he parted her legs, lightly brushed her glistening slit with the pad of his thumb then opened her lips, he heard her gasp but he was focused. He licked at her center she jerked violently. Sandor steadied her then continued, he moved his tongue in slow meticulous circles earning a very vocal response from Sansa. He slowly inched his finger into her wet cunt, Sansa whimpered and tensed at the intrusion. Sandor pulled away and looked at her worried face. "Are you okay?" Sansa nodded "I-I trust you." He stared at her and plunged his finger fully into her heat while holding eye contact, Sansa's face contorted into surprise and pain. Sandor didn't lose any time he gripped her breast with one hand, extracted his finger from her and started to slowly pump into her mimicking what he craved to do with his aching cock. Sansa started to relax her inner muscles finding pleasure at the foreign feeling, she started to whimper. He took her breast in his mouth again and pushed a second finger in, gingerly repeating the process he was preparing her. She would feel pain but he wanted to make it as least painful as possible. Sandor continued his onslaught on her body he took her mouth in his, letting her taste her own juices. He rubbed her clit faster while pumping his fingers inside of her. Sansa was moaning and gasping for air and suddenly clenched around his fingers her inner muscles spasming. Sandor took great delight in watching her face furrow, her lips parted to moan out his name.
Sandor watched his wife with hungry eyes as he hurriedly removed his clothes, Sansa watched enthralled behind hooded eyes, she longed to touch him. His body looked as though it was sculpted, muscle upon muscle gods he was huge she though. She wanted to ask about every scar that marred his body there will be time she smiled. Sandor lowered himself on top of her he supported his weight on his arms on either side of her. He kissed her and asked "Are you sure little bird?" Sansa looked deeply into his eyes and replied confidently "Yes husband take me."
Sandor guided his pulsating cock to her core he torturously slowly rubbed himself against her slit, up and down coating himself with her natural lubricant until Sansa whimpered and bucked against him impatiently. He gave her a sad look then sunk down into her half way, he moaned with restraint. Sansa froze, her nails embedded into the flesh on his back, she muffled a scream as she hid her face in his neck, tears rolled down her face she wanted to be strong to show him she wasn't weak this hurts and he is so big she thought, she bit her bottom lip tasting blood. Sandor was stilled in place allowing her to adjust, he didn't want to hurt her but gods this was heaven her velvety center gripped his cock she was so tight and warm he couldn't help but inch his way further inside of her. He heard her whimper in response, he pulled out of her then swiftly pushed back in. Sansa screamed.
Sandor looked down at Sansa and felt guilt, she was in pain while he was feeling better then he ever felt "I promise it will feel better soon little bird." Sansa smiled weakly "I know keep going." So he did, Sandor slowly thrusted in and out, her body clenched around him he continued his pace until he finally felt her muscles relax, she started meeting his thrusts with her own, meekly at first then with more urgency. Sandor kissed her neck and trailed to her lips. Sansa felt like she was on fire, all her senses seemed enhanced, the pain was still lingering but pleasure started to mix in. Sandor suckled on her neck and she moaned. Sansa felt him quicken his pace inside of her, she felt close to something amazing, like before but more intense "Sandor p-please more!" Sandor more than happy to oblige thrusted harder causing Sansa to moan and call on all of her gods. Desperately bucking to meet Sandor's sweet thrusts Sansa climaxed and Sandor released as well they both saw stars. Sandor held Sansa gingerly, cradling her body close against him he whispered in her ear "I love you little bird." Sansa half asleep softly replied "I love you too Sandor."
