After a hot afternoon of being forced to watch young Prince Joffrey miss every target he aimed for, Sandor sauntered into the pub and took a seat at the bar.
Hanne promptly served him cider and mentioned something about finishing cooking chicken.
Sandor barely acknowledged this, as he had craned his head to look around the rest of the room.
His gaze fell upon the redhead sitting on the lap of a gaudy knight adorned in armor patterned with shiny accents and the sigil of a Lannister bannerman. The way the man had his arm around her waist had him seeing red.
He watched as Kezya gave the man a pretty smile and graced him with a giggle in response to whatever bullshit the man had just spewed at her. It was the moment when the man's hand slipped upwards to grope her breast that he had to turn away before he did something incredibly stupid.
Hanne was standing in front of him on the other side of the bar, her expression one of grim understanding as she had witnessed it all. His walls came up and he aimed a glare at her.
"Uh…chicken's ready." She pushed the tray toward him and flipped her blonde bangs into her eyes as if to put a barrier up to his glare. "I'll give you a massage later. You look tense."
"I'm not fucking tense," he snarled. Hanne raised a doubtful brow but stepped away, leaving him to eat.
Out of the corner of his eye, seeing Kezya leading the gaudy knight towards her room made him nearly chip his front teeth on a chicken bone. Just like every other useless knight in the city, that bastard's vow of celibacy was thrown to the wind and sullied. This man was one of thousands of false knights that faked their way to glory.
Sandor had never taken any vows before swearing his service to the King. He wasn't going to make himself miserable for shit. But that sorry excuse of a knight definitely had taken vows, and paraded his dishonest glory about the city.
Sandor had just finished his meal when he glimpsed the knight heading toward the exit, a smug smile on his face.
"What a fucking two-pump chump," rumbled Sandor in disbelief, loud enough for people nearby to hear. "You're a pathetic excuse for a man. At least give her the chance to spread her legs before you squirt."
Turman, sitting nearby, chuckled loudly. The gaudy knight turned toward Sandor, an expression of distaste on his features.
"I pity the woman that has to touch you. No doubt they struggle from their cunts drying up staring at that rotten meat of a face."
Sandor stood and reached him in two strides, slamming him against the wall so hard that his armor rattled. The knight attempted to shove him off but he didn't budge.
"Sandor?!" Kezya stood on the threshold of the hallway, her expression startled. Sandor glanced her way and watched her gaze dart from the knight and back to him. The fact that her gaze remained on him diminished some of his anger.
"Settle down, men," said Turman, who had stood up when Sandor had. He walked over and clapped a hand on Sandor's shoulder and pulled lightly to signal to drop the knight.
"This place has nothing but cheap whores," the knight hissed, finally escaping Sandor's grasp.
"On the contrary, the girls perform as they are paid," said Turman sternly. "You've regularly shortchanged them in the past. I think it's best you do not return, Ser."
The knight gave them all a terrible scowl before leaving.
Sandor returned to his seat at the bar. Hanne topped off his drink with a small smile.
"That knight was a huge prick. Thanks for helping get rid of him," she said. He grunted softly in response.
Kezya sidled up to Hanne and whispered something that made the blonde laugh and whisper something back.
Sandor chanced a glance up at them and found Kezya had come up beside him.
"You deserve a nice massage, dove," whispered Kezya, her lips brushing his ear.
"Do I?" Sandor replied, a frown still etched on his face. A strand of her hair brushed his nose, and the mere scent of her started to make him hard.
"Of course. You have your choice of me or Hanne at the moment."
Sandor looked up into her flirtatious eyes for a moment, then at the blonde behind the bar.
"Hanne," he said firmly.
Kezya blinked in surprise, her sultry expression fading into a look of befuddlement. Hanne disguised a laugh as a coughing fit, pulling the neckline of her blouse over her mouth. Sandor downed the rest of his mug to hide his amusement.
"Are you sure, Sandor? It sounds like Hanne may be getting sick." Kezya's glare at her made Hanne cough harder.
"Fine. Is Tika available?"
Kezya's bottom lip jutted into a pout.
Sandor let out a huff of amusement. He stood, towering over her.
"Since you're so determined, it better be a damned good massage," he rumbled. Her bright smile as she started to lead him away made it feel as if his heart had stopped.
Sandor soon found himself stripped naked and sprawled on his belly atop Kezya's mattress, the woman perched on her knees beside him and her small hands easing out the soreness in his muscles.
It felt nice to feel peace and quiet for just a short while.
It felt great to feel her. To smell the scent of her hair as loose tendrils brushed over him.
After a while she shifted her weight and he looked over his shoulder in time to watch her finally shed her dress. Her flesh seemed to glow in the faint candlelight and he silently drank in the sight of her curves as she slowly stretched her arms above her head.
He rolled towards her, making her squeal with giggles as he gathered her into his arms and pulled her down to lay with him.
His lips trailed over her breasts, his lips latching on to a nipple. His hands roamed freely, one parting her knees while the other slipped between her thighs to tease her center.
Kezya laid back against the pillows, her hands gently caressing his shoulders. Sandor pulled her into a kiss as he felt her sex blooming under his touch. He centered his hips with hers and in one moment he was filling her.
Kezya let out a great gasp of pleasure, her ankles digging into his hips, holding fast as he started a passionate rhythm.
He didn't mind at all tonight that she didn't quiet her moans, knowing full well that she wasn't faking a damn thing.
He watched her face, flushed red with passion, often throwing her head back against the pillows to let loose her moans to the ceiling.
He drew a new sound from her with every change of pace and angle, each time getting more breathy.
It was when she suddenly grew dead silent that he knew she was close. He rolled his hips generously while his lips explored her neck. Her arms fully embraced him as she crushed her lips into his shoulder and sobbed out her pleasure.
Sandor let out a moan as he felt her squeeze around him. He braced his forehead against her as his breathing increased until he thrust his release into her with a grunt.
She let him go so he could roll off of her to catch his breath.
The candlelight began to flicker and fade after a while, making them both realize how long they had been at it tonight.
It was silent as Kezya rested her head against him and Sandor drew his arms around her. They fell asleep quickly and woke in the morning still embracing.
Sandor accepted a kiss from Kezya before leaving for the day, her stack of coins left on her side table.