That night I stripped down to my chemise and joined Sandor in his bed where he lay wearing only trousers. He slipped his arms around me wordlessly and tucked my head into his shoulder as he ran his fingers meticulously through my hair.
"Can't sleep, dove?" I asked after what seemed like half an hour of him doing it.
"Thinking," he replied.
"Care to share?"
"First time I slept good in a while was the night after first fucking you," he said. The words made me blush into his shoulder. "I used to be able to sleep like nothing. Used to nod off on my horse or fall asleep right after I'd hit the ground. Couldn't sleep for shit after the Long Night. Too many thoughts."
"You can unload them with me if that will help," I said.
"We'd be up for a while if I did. There's a lot to unload."
"Then I'll have to put you to sleep instead," I said softly. I pressed a soft kiss to his lips. I felt his intake of breath as his fingers paused in my hair. "Turn over, dove."
He looked at me, puzzled.
"Trust me, dove. Flat on your belly." He raised a brow but heeded my instructions. I sat up on my knees and slowly rubbed my palms over his broad back. He groaned audibly as I went over his shoulder blades.
"You're tense, Sandor. I'm going to loosen you up."
"And maybe I'll loosen you up afterward in my own way," he said cheekily.
"If you're still awake," I retorted lightly.
He moaned in response as I kneaded a tight knot in his shoulder. I grinned wide, giving the knot special attention. He sank his face into the pillow, grumbling softly.
I patiently and tediously worked out the knots and then set to work massaging his sore muscles. I used soft, steady movements, and sure enough, he drifted off to sleep about twenty minutes in. I slowly eased my hands off of him and gingerly shifted on the bed until I lay beside him.
Giving back rubs was hard work, and I fell asleep soon after cuddling into his side.I woke shortly after he did. I watched as he rolled over to sit up and stretch, a few satisfying crackles sounding as joints popped. He turned to me, and I smiled sleepily from where I was reclined on my side. He brushed a messy strand of hair out of my face before he laid beside me to kiss me softly on the lips. I kissed him back, my hands cupping his face. He brushed my hand away from his right side and pushed me further into the pillows, trailing his lips further down. I sighed, head tilted back, letting him nuzzle my neck.
One of his hands traveled down my body to feel for the hem of my chemise, quickly flipping it up to caress the skin of my thigh beneath. I felt like floating as his lips strayed further down, making a path headed towards the left peak of my breasts. I hummed softly as they made contact, and the hand at my thigh crept upward. My thighs parted slowly, and he made a breathless chuckle as he suckled my breast through the fabric.
I pulled up the hem with a touch of impatience, and he helped it along, pulling the garment over my head and discarding it off the bed. This time, his mouth found my breasts unhindered, quickly kissing one and then the other.
His gaze lingered on them, making me blush. He took his index finger and traced over the roundness of one, repeating it on the other side. We met gazes, and it gave me a thrill to see his eyes dark with arousal. He dipped his head again, his lips traveling even further down as he kissed down my belly.
"You're already soaked for me," he growled, his fingers brushing my center.
"I love your touch," I breathed. I gasped when he slid a digit in easily, my head falling back on my pillow. Sounds escaped me shamelessly as he continued with an added finger, moving them in and out firm but steady. My breath increased as his tempo did until I was arching into him with a cry as I rode my release on his fingers. His lips brushed over my sensitive nipples as I caught my breath. I sat up and reached for his trousers, tugging at the waistband.
"Off," I ordered.
"You know what will happen when these come off."
"Mhm. Give it to me, Sandor."
"Kezya...for fuck's sake, woman," he growled, pushing me back down as he knelt over me. He pulled down his trousers and kicked them off, freeing his hardness.
He grabbed my hips and settled himself between my knees, sinking himself slowly inside.
Our moans blended when he snapped his hips into me, hands holding my body tight.
I was in pure bliss, holding on to his muscular arms as he braced his hands on either side of me. I did something he didn't expect and pulled myself up to kiss him passionately on the mouth. He hesitated in his motions before kissing back, lowering himself over me, our lips and tongues moving together hotly. I moaned into the kiss as his hips resumed action.
He seemed fixated on my lips, keeping contact with them even as we both lost our breath. I held tight to him as I gave in to my orgasm, my moans filling the room before he quelled them with his kiss.
Not long after, his movements became choppy as he approached his release. He continued to kiss me, his growls of pleasure vibrating on my lips. He dipped his head and bit my shoulder hard, deep groans muffled as he emptied himself inside me with staggering thrusts that had me seeing stars.
He stayed over me, catching his breath, lips tracing the bite mark he had left on my shoulder. I looked up at him, my own breathing labored.
"You're an absolute beast," I said in an admiring tone. He frowned down at me yet didn't pull away when I stole another kiss. He rolled off of me to give me breathing room yet kept his hand on me, idly tracing my hip as he stared at the ceiling.
"My shoulders are loosened up," he said.
"I've noticed," I said with a giggle. "Perhaps my hips have loosened up a little." He looked at me, a twinkle in his eye.
"Perhaps...but that pussy is tight as ever," he growled. I felt myself glow bright red and swatted his arm lightly.
"As it should be. I've had only you lately."
"As it should stay," he said. I met his gaze and felt something pass between us.
I was the first to lean in, but he met me halfway, our lips crashing together, a new need between us.
He held me to his chest gently as if I were something precious made of glass, his lips lingering with every kiss like he was cherishing the sensation.
I gently pushed his arm until he rolled flat on his back, allowing me to lay astride him as I wanted. I gave him a sly grin before meeting his lips again.
His fingers ran along the seam where our bodies met, stopping at my hips. I had felt his arousal grow between my legs the moment I straddled him, and now he was twitching in anticipation.
We kissed as I slowly slid upon him, and he swallowed my loud moan.
He stared up at me in fascination as I leaned back and moved upon him, enjoying myself but wanting him to feel good as well. His eyes darkened with further arousal when he looked down and watched how I moved upon him.
"Such wicked behavior from such a good lass," he breathed.
"Would you really call this wicked?" I asked, grinding against him. A moan escaped him, and he held tight to my hips.
"Damn it, woman," he hissed, his face flushed. "It's wicked that you make me nearly finish too soon." I giggled in response, letting my normal movements resume with his hands on my hips.
"Wouldn't want the fun to end too soon," I whispered.
"Do it like this," he whispered back, making our movements slow and smooth. We met lips, moaning in unison at the good feeling. We were lost in one another for a good few minutes, kisses and nuzzling accompanying our movements. After a few moments, he grabbed a handful of my hair and whispered against my lips.
"I want to fill you again as I feel you tighten around me."
A wave of heat shot down my spine.
"Get your hips moving, Sandor," I urged him with a smirk.
And move he did.
I was very much at his mercy as he thrust upwards and pulled my hips down to meet his. I held on for dear life, my moans filling the air.
His lips roamed across my chest, latching generously to a nipple one after the other.
I threw my head back as I came again, nearly sobbing as Sandor overwhelmed me with his movements. I felt him finish inside me, his heavy breaths against my breasts. He pulled my face to his and kissed me hungrily, passionately. A low growl stayed in the back of his throat as we stayed connected. My legs felt too much like jelly to be able to get up. He rolled us gently to the side before slipping his strong arms around me.
I settled into his embrace, letting out a small happy sigh with a smile. I felt his chest rise and fall in the silent moment that followed.
"This has to be a dream," he said in a small voice.
"It better not be," I replied in a voice just as small. "I don't want to wake up without this. Without you."
"Tell me about you," he said. "If I know more, you'll become more real."
"Well," I started slowly. "I grew up in Fleabottom. Poor as shit and literally lived in a hovel. Had two brothers that joined the City Watch and moved to barracks. They forgot about the rest of us and used their earnings drinking and whoring. My father was a merchant. Took me on a trip up north with him when I turned of age and sold me to Opal's husband Turman as a servant to the inn."
"It explains why you refer to the Seven," said Sandor, his brow knitted in thought. I nodded. "Your father left you here?"
"He did, and I never saw him again. Opal took me under her wing, and Turman treated me as a daughter right up until he died. Declan was living with them as a stable boy. We were childhood sweethearts before he went off to train with the Stark guard. Married him after he came back home from the War of the Kings. I... lost our baby at childbirth. Would have been a boy. Stillborn."
"I'm sorry." Sandor started rubbing my back soothingly. I nuzzled into his chest before continuing.
"Then Declan went off to Winterfell for the Long Night. Opal and I holed up in here along with a few others. We kept hearing snarls and howls. Clattering at the walls and windows, but we had boarded up the shutters before the storm came. We kept the fires burning. Daylight came, and we sent a few scouts out with torches and kindling. I told them to burn any dead they came across. A couple of days later, our town got a raven telling us the fate of the soldiers from our village. Fred's mama was the one to carve the statues of them all in the market square."
"Your husband has a statue?"
"Yes. Him and a couple of the other lads we lost."
"Hmm..."
"What's that?"
"Should go pay my respects." I looked up at him, and his face was sincere.
"I'll take you there some time," I said. "The statue looks so much like him. It always breaks my heart. Even after five years."
"That only goes to show how good your heart is."
Tears pricked my eyes at his words, and I rested my forehead against his chest.
"I feel like I'm being selfish when I spend the night with you," I confessed.
"You shouldn't. Unless we're both being selfish. I feel like I owe you money."
I let out a laugh.
"I don't need your money. Just your company."
"You'll get tired of me sooner or later."
"I doubt it. When your time here is up, where will you go?"
"Winterfell."
"How long?"
"A few months. A few years. Haven't decided."
My eyes closed in sadness. I didn't want him to leave, but he had his life, and I had mine. I dozed off in his arms to a fitful sleep.
