The bed was large enough for them two, but still Sandor lay the bedroll on the ground near the door. He couldn't guarantee that nothing would happen tonight if he slept in the bed next to the little bird.
This afternoon in the bathroom, he burst into rage again and roared at the poor girl, which he regretted very much. However, that outburst took his little bird back to him. Now, she talked to him again and looked at his face with those blue eyes, real look. Besides, she gave him a tight and long embrace.
This bloody crazy bird!
Aye, the stupid girl could always manage to shock him, with her little hands on his shoulder, telling him the fucking Gregor was no true knight; with her trembling voice singing the Mother's song to him; with her white slender fingers cupping his dirty face; with her soft and warm teats pressing against his chest and hugging him. Seven bloody hells!
She must have been insane! Or those crazy but silly behaviors made her who she was? Why was she always with her stupid kindness? Risking her own life to save the bloody fool Dontos! Who the fuck ever felt grateful to her mercy? Neither did I! I lust for her, even she saved me from the fucking Lannisters, I have a disgusting lust for her body!
But she won't give me what I want. Never! She is one fucking Stark! She is a fucking high-born lady! And beside, she is so fucking pretty!
How cruel of her! This bloody small bird put the damn knight's heart back inside me, compelled me to keep it and protect it, made me feel and weakened me! I just have no idea how to repulse. I'm nothing but a scared stupid dog, fuck her and damn me!
"why did you do that to the whore?" He barred the door and asked her with a gruff voice.
"She is not a…whore." She sat in the bed, stared at him unhappy.
"Does a maiden behave like that? Allure a stupid boy?" He snorted. Still can't bear the cruel truth, can you?
"She is sweet and lovely, she deserves a better life."
"You admit that she's a whore?" Now Sandor was surprised.
"I know she is, but I don't want to use that word on her. She's a good girl, I can see it. And she is no older than me." She frowned at him.
"Why did you still give her your little kiss if you know she's a whore?"
"Just…don't…I like her."
"You know nothing about her. All she wants is a fuck, from a pretty and decent boy like you." He chuckled, used his eyes to study her with interest. He knew she would flush now, he couldn't miss that tempting scene.
"Maybe it's the first time she tries to do this?" She asked uncertainly.
"So what? You can fuck her?"
"No! How can you!" She widened her eyes, "She may have no choice but to be a…" She sighed.
"She chose to be a whore, like I chose to be a Lannister dog. She very much likes to be a whore."
"You know nothing about her either!" She raised her tone.
"Whatever." He gave a shrug, "She already got what she wanted from you, a little kiss," He smirked, "so from now on she can pretend it's you on top of her when some men fuck her."
She stole a glance at him in a strange way, which made his manhood twitch slightly at once.
"She can pretend it's me…" She looked thoughtfully, "So did you." She murmured softly, but Sandor heard her clearly.
"What?" Sandor got completely confused. So did I, what? I did what?
"Nothing, nothing." She lowered her eyes and smoothed her tunic again.
"How many times have I told you if you wanted to say something, out with it. Must I beat it into you now?" He rasped to her, "And when you behave like this, you're so annoying, I bet next time I would really beat you, like the fucking Meryn did before."
"I'm tired, Sandor. I don't want to quarrel with you tonight." She lay on her back in the bed and closed her eyes.
She doesn't fear me now. Fuck! She doesn't fear me any more! Tired? Quarrel? Sounds like there's some bloody relationship between us. Shit! I'm a total fool now. Who the fuck can tell me how all these shits did happen!
Maybe she sensed him still standing there watching her, she sat up suddenly, "Fine! Tell me, Sandor. Why did you kiss me? Did that kiss…satisfy you?" She stopped for a while, as if wondering what to say next, "And you won't hurt me…will you?" Her voice went lower, Sandor could hardly hear it. All he could get was the kiss. What the fuck! What kiss? Am I in dream already?
"Are you mad?" He spat, almost shouted, so loudly that Sandor himself could feel it hurt his ears and made them ringing.
"What's wrong with you?" There were shivers in her voice, "No, of course I'm not mad! And I'm not deaf either! Why are you shouting so loudly?"
He rushed to her, so fiercely and angrily. When he reaching her bed, Sandor almost lost his balance and fell headlong into the mattress, now he was much angrier, his face burning in embarrassment and fury. Sansa bloody Stark, are you mad!
"Don't touch me! Do not touch me!" She shouted at him, with her head up, sat still at where she was, didn't give a single move.
Sandor was so stunned for a long time he just stood there, beside the bed, looking down at the girl's face. He wanted to grab her shoulder and shake her hard, he wanted to kiss her hard too, he even wanted to beat her now until she could admit she was out of her mind!
"Sit here!" She pointed the edge of the bed next to her, commanded him. Her face reddened, Sandor couldn't quite figure out she was in rage or fear or what.
Fuck you, little bird! You can't command me! You're like the fucking whore queen Cersei Lannister now! You little wolf bitch! For a second, all Sandor could think was to beat her, beat her bloody and told her she has no bloody right to shout at him and he did not fucking care!
"Where's your fucking courtesy, little bird?" He spat back to her.
Her chest heaved with her every breath. Sandor could feel her rage. "You idiot!" Sansa burst into tears, but she didn't cry. She let her tears run down her face, still kept her eyes glaring at him. This bloody stubborn she-wolf! Sandor couldn't help but laugh out. Some fucking indescribable feeling rushed into his mind and made him laugh. What was worse, he couldn't stop it.
She waited him to end his absurd laughter, unblinking her eyes. Sandor wanted to pull her into arms and wiped her tears and kissed her until her anger turned into shyness. Bloody hells, save me!
"Fine! You little she-wolf. I've told you days ago you would be worse than Stranger one day. Just look at yourself now, even worse than me!" He chuckled, tried to turn his voice back to normal.
"It's your fault! Hound! One moment you wanted me to be a wolf, next you wanted the stupid little chirping bird again! It's you who are mad like an idiot! Not me! It's your fault!" She wiped her tears away from her cheek angrily, almost slapped herself.
Sandor didn't know how to respond. Aye, he was an idiot. He wanted this girl, wanted her weakness, wanted her courage, wanted her rage to make her lively, wanted her courtesy to protect herself. At the same time, he wanted nothing but her, wanted her nothing but her pretty body! He wanted them all, and all of these only belonged to him.
"You know what? I only shouted at Arya like this, forgetting all my courtesy and politeness, all of what a true lady should obey. I don't know why you can always irritate me, drive me crazy like Arya." She sobbed, "But it feels good. Really, it feels good every time disputing with you. I can pour out all those sorrow and worry and other disturbing feelings. At least there's someone here allowing me to do so, to release myself, someone never existed in the Kings Landing, even never in the Winterfell. Besides, when I quarreled with Arya, so hard, she would get things to hit me every time and made me cry in embarrassment and grievance. But you never hurt me, I can tell even when you are so furious, you never hurt me." She said all these with eyes staring at his, so sincerely, Sandor almost lost in them.
"Why did you allow me to kiss you?" Sandor cursed himself, he swore he never did that and never knew why the girl remembered a fucking strange kiss. But it didn't matter at all. What he asked now mattered all.
"I didn't. You took it yourself. You're so strong, I couldn't resist." She lowed her eyes finally, Sandor almost believed her. But of course there was a lie in it. He couldn't tell which part was a lie or which part she didn't say it out. But he knew it.
"Did you allow your pretty knight to kiss you as well?" Fuck your knight, little bird! Better no, or I'll slap you across your lovely face right now!
"He never kissed me …like the way you did to me…only on my cheeks." Her face flushed at her own words, "And he was no pretty knight. Why do you always mention him? Does it bother you so much?" She raised her eyebrow.
Bother me? Fuck me! Now I'm like a jealous boy, even the little bird saw it. Bloody hells! Damn your knight! I don't care! It's not him now standing here, talking to you! So bugger him, bugger me, bugger the whole world! I won't mention that idiot again, never!
"No, never. It's you who always like knights. Fuck all those bloody knights." Liar!
"Liar!" She muttered what he thought in a low voice.
"I'm fucking exhausted now. Lay back to sleep, we'll go before dawn." He turned his back to her.
"Bad dog!" She snorted in his way.
Sandor could no longer bear his need now. Thank Gods they kept shouting and disputing that the little bird didn't have chance to notice how aroused he was. His cock jumped at the girl's first shout. He never knew he would get so excited this way, even didn't need to imagine Sansa's face or naked body. And this sexual arousal is not the same one when he fought or killed, which couldn't get satisfied by fucking a bloody whore. It's a pure desire, only for the little bird, his little bird!
He turned back to face her again, which startled her a little. "The Hound will show the crazy little bird what is the true bad now!" He climbed into her bed, glaring her like a dog eyeing its prey, which made her lean her head back to avoid him and laugh at him, "Naughty dog!"
Only when she found him gaping at her chest did she stop her liquidly laughter. She avoided his gaze and covered her breasts with her tiny hands unconsciously.
Next thing Sandor could know is his little bird lying on her back under him, with her wrists pinned by his hand high above her head on the mattress. He recalled last time they stayed like this, Sandor asked for a song. Now he wanted another one. He lowered his head to watch her startled eyes, "I'll have that song." His words sent a faint blush to her face, even her lovely ears reddened with heat. Sandor couldn't help but bury his face into her neck, taking a deep breath to inhale all her scents, like icy flowers. With his fingers stroke her short hair slowly, Sandor moved his head to face her again, after he left a whiff of his hot breath to her ear. Sansa shuddered despite herself but rooted to her spot. When he bent over to press his nose on hers, he found her closed her big eyes.
"Open your eyes, little bird, look at me." He rasped to her, rubbing his nose against hers. She did it meekly and Sandor saw something shining inside these bottomless pools, not the fear, not the sickness, but a little shyness and…
With hesitation and uncertainty, Sandor pressed his lips on Sansa's softly, try to gentle her trembling. She meant to push him away, but he didn't let her. She squirmed slightly only made her body rubbing against Sandor tightly. Feeling her warm skin around his erection, Sandor let out a loud groan, which shocked the girl a lot.
He chuckled with his tongue tracing the line of her tight-shut lips, and let go of her wrists. He shifted his own weight to his arms which put on the each side of the girl's head. He felt her slid her arms down around his back and stroke there in circles. That's too fucking much now!
Without another thoughts, Sandor bit into her lower lip, tried to part her pretty mouth. But he felt the girl was too nervous to react. He tilted his head abruptly but still lay atop of her.
Sansa looked at him with confusion. Sandor could see his face reflected in her eyes, that face almost twisted in anguish.
"What's wr…?" Before she could let the whole words out, Sandor captured her lips again and didn't give her time to fight. This time he succeeded to taste her sweet scent. With his tongue sliding into her mouth, their teeth clashed. Sansa made a soft giggling sound, sent a shiver up to Sandor's spine. The stupid girl didn't know how to kiss, especially this deep one, Sandor smirked, almost laughed out. Finally he touched the girl's soft, hot but naughty tongue with his own one, drew a honeyed moan from her. Before he could melt into her amazing little sounds, Sansa pushed him away suddenly with all her strength, still panting heavily.
"FUCK!" Sandor cursed aloud, tried to lay back on her.
The little bird bit her swollen lip, with one arm stretching out to stop his another try. "Please, no…" Her voice was so weak, Sandor couldn't tell if she really meant it.
"Did I fucking hurt you?" Sandor frowned, his bloody cock did hurt now.
"No…" She didn't dare to look back to him.
Sandor felt anger in his pain. Stupid woman! Do you know what you are doing?! There were liquids leaking out of the head of his manhood, Sandor wanted to rush out of the room and stroke his bloody cock hard and desperately. But he couldn't leave her here alone. Bugger the Sevens!
"Stupid bird, I would rather you kill me now!" He stood up angrily and blow out all candles before he stumbled back to his bedroll.
He heard the little bird's breath turned back to normal and her clothes rustling in the darkness. After a few stroke, he reached his point and spent his seeds in his own hand. His teeth hurt very much since he had to clench them hard to keep him from shouting out. He cursed himself silently later and wiped the mess away with a wet cloth.
Then he sensed the little bird murmured a soft sorry to him.
Well, i tried, i really tried. But still, I can't make it. About those sexual scenes...I can think it, imagine it, but can't write it down...poor vocabulary is one thing, some awkward feeling is another...because i have no idea what a man would feel when they...So, i'm sorry. :/
Just enjoy yourself if you still like it so far. Thank you. I got those reviews and thank you again. :)
