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Let's go, time for chapter 3!I woke with a start not knowing where the fuck I was and feeling warm, really bloody warm. It only takes a moment before visions of last night come flooding back to my mind and I look down to see Sansa wrapped around my body like a vine.
She doesn't even need to give me that smile to cause the vice like grip on my heart.
I watch her for a short while, taking in her full, slightly parted lips, noticing that her bottom lip is a little plumper than the top one. In the light from the fire and candles I can make out a soft dusting of freckles over her nose and I can barely stop myself from kissing each one.
What the fuck has this girl done to me? I've never looked at a damn soul, past deciding if they were a threat to me or not. And now she has me soaking up her skin like a bloody green boy.
Doesn't stop me from continuing to do so though.
The furs and sheets have settled around her hips, exposing Sansa's body. I can't see much, besides miles and miles of creamy skin and that fucking scar. I meant what I told her earlier, she's still the most beautiful creature in the Seven Kingdoms but the raised mark makes me feel ill at the thought of her suffering.
It's not even dawn and I feel a slight pang of guilt at waking my little bird but I need her. She should get used to it, it's going to be a regular occurrence.
I start running my hands and fingers over every inch of her that I can reach as I spread kisses on her face.
"Mmm." Sansa just hums happily as her hips start moving against my skin, rubbing herself on my side.
"Little bird. Wake-up now." I whisper into her ear, making her shiver.
"Are you leaving?" She asks, never stopping her ministrations, but her voice betrayed her, sounding panicked and disappointed. She's too tired to put on her mask of indifference.
"No, you silly girl. I want you again. Can I take you Sansa?" I place her hand under my navel, I want her to feel what she does to my body but I won't force her to touch my erect member.
Sansa knows what I want her to do and sucks in a little breath when she wraps her hand around my cock, spreading the wetness she found on my leaking tip all the way down to my heavy sack.
"Yes Sandor, yes yes yes." She moans into my mouth before pressing her lips to mine, her tongue immediately seeking my own.
I pull her on top of me, fucking enjoying just kissing her and the gyration of her cunt against my bare cock.
I wait until she's impatient, grinding onto me harder and letting out noises of frustration mixed in with ones of pleasure.
"Something wrong little bird?" I murmur into the skin of her neck where I leave a trail of kisses and small red marks.
"I want you."
I let out a soft chuckle. "What do you mean? You have me." I say, my mouth now licking down to her breasts.
"Ohhh." Sansa moans. "Sandor, more I need more."
"All you have to do is ask my lady." I suck on a pert nipple next.
"Gods!" She really rubs against me then and I start to worry I'll cum from her movements alone. "I-I want you inside of me. Please."
With a growl reminiscent of The Hound I roll us over so I'm between her thighs and run my fingers through her quim. Sansa is still sticky with our mixed orgasms and sopping wet with her new arousal.
"And you're ready for my cock little bird, so wet. For me." I tell her before sucking my fingertips clean.
I rub my length up and down her slit, coating it in her slick and guide myself to her entrance. Putting the crook of my elbows behind each of her knees I then brace my weight on my hands, opening her wide for me.
Slowly I press the straining head of my member inside of her heat and after a brief pause I slam into her, balls deep.
"Ah fuck!" I roar, she's so damn tight and wet and hot I almost cum right away.
"Sandor!" Sansa yells erotically, so loud I freeze, not only to calm the fuck down, but to see if the door is bashed in by concerned soldiers or perhaps Brienne, if she's done with Jamie for the night.
When I'm certain we won't be interrupted I finally pull my hips back and start fucking Sansa in earnest. This is not like our first time. I set a punishing pace and don't let it up. My little bird's tits are bouncing with the pounding I'm giving her and her whole body starts to move up and down with each thrust.
I had to cover her mouth with my own when her cries and moans only got louder. I won't last long and need to get her there first. I slam my cock into her even harder, the massive headboard starting to protest, and make sure to rub my pelvis against her the top of her slit, where her little nub is.
Sansa bites and then sucks on my bottom lip and I can't hold back anymore. I release my seed inside of her again, never stopping my thrusts. My orgasm thankfully set off her own and Sansa's cunt contracts around my length over and over as I feel her juices rush out of her. It was all I could do to keep our mouths locked together. Not sure how much good it did, we were both yelling into our kiss when we released.
I lower her legs but can't bring myself to pull out just yet. Instead, I continue to brace myself above her, kissing slowly up from her breasts until I reach her hair, as we both slow our racing hearts.
"Wasn't too much was it?" I ask as I roll to my side, tucking her against it. I felt the need to check on her. Something brand fucking new to me.
"Are you serious?" Sansa's eyes open for the first time since she came. "It was amazing. I could barely breathe it was so good." She says, propping her chin on her hands where they lay over my heart.
"Good. I just want to bring you pleasure little bird. I never want you to fear me again."
Sansa's eyes soften as she presses a kiss to my chest. "I don't think you ever truly frightened me. You were just so different from anyone I'd ever met. And any slight, lingering fear didn't last long. You were my only friend back then."
"I don't think I ever had a friend until you, never thought of it that way, till now." I smirk.
We lay in companionable silence for sometime, my hands tracing patterns over her skin and the only sound in the room coming from the crackling fire. Sansa speaks first, her face turning serious again.
"When I asked you before, about leaving, I didn't only mean tonight." Her voice is emotionless but her eyes are vulnerable. "Now that the battle is over, Daenerys will leave for King's Landing within weeks. Even if you're not with the army, will you go there, for your brother?"
Most of the bloody realm knows about my thirst for revenge with Gregor and Sansa's words from last night are still fresh in my memories. But I still I felt that nagging sense of rejection in my gut. Some evils never leave you in peace I suppose.
"Are you asking me to go?" I question. She knows the implications behind my words, is she using her power in the North to have me leave.
Sansa looks pissed off and taken aback by my query." No, you fool. I simply want and need to know what to expect. There are still battles, issues of politics and the unknown to overcome within every part of my life. This doesn't have to be one of them." Her face holds a warmer expression now, my damn heart clenching again. "I meant every word I spoke to you last night. I still do."
I believed her before and I do now but I needed to hear it again. And I don't blame her for thinking I would flee at the first opportunity. I won't though. A lot has changed over many years, my brother included.
Most of my life has been ruined by Gregor and subsequently driven by my hate of him and need for retaliation. I also felt obligated to protect everyone from him. I couldn't save my family or the women that were unfortunate enough to encounter or marry him, but I felt as if I had time to protect others in the future.
I forgot that time was one fickle bitch.
From my adventures (there's a kind description) with Arya to my recovery and growth with Brother Ray there had still been a purpose within me to return to the capital one day and end Gregor. That feeling grew smaller and smaller the longer I was gone and the more I thought of my little bird.
After joining the Brotherhood there wasn't much time to let my mind wander but when it did, I would only hope to make it North to see that Sansa and Arya were alive and well. I could go months without even thinking of my brother. And it felt bloody good, to have more to live for than hate.
And then I was traveling back to fucking King's Landing, after almost dying may I add, where I was going to be face to face with the monster that is Gregor Clegane.
The stories and gossip surrounding him weren't as loud and frequent as that of Sansa, however, many stirrings still made their way back to me. That's how I knew I had to prepare myself for the moment we stepped foot into the Dragon Pit as at that point, it would not be long before I would see him. Everyone in the Seven Kingdoms knew that he was Cersei's lone protector. Other tales, ones that I chose to only half believe, said he was no longer a man. Instead he was some sort of creature brought back from the dead. It was as if Cersei and her Maester controlled him to do only their bidding.
Until you meet the Brotherhood and see that one of them has come back to life with the help of the Lord of Light or before you're smuggling a wight from beyond the wall, it's hard to believe in magic. And don't get me started on the bloody dragons. In the beginning, that's why I refused to believe the man I had known since birth was gone, only his body, it's power and height remained, while every other part of him was simply what the Queen wanted.
That was mostly horse shit though. If I truly gave in to believing what had supposedly happened to him then that meant someone else ended my brother and it wouldn't be me. And would I still be able to continue on the journey I was on at that time if there was no revenge in the end?
As we all waited for our two queens to arrive I felt my brother before I saw him. And then there he was, leading his queen and her people into the meeting area. I could barely see any of him, because of his armor, besides his eyes and the skin just around them but that was the first hint I got at now truly inhuman he was. His red eyes took in his surroundings and every single person in the Dragon Pit, including myself. But he looked me over me as if simply seeing Davos or Pod, not how he used to regard me or would have if any of his old self remained.
I'm a stubborn bastard though and that wasn't enough proof. When Cersei and her idiots were seated I tried to approach Gregor hoping that would cause a reaction. It did, but not the one I was hoping for. The moment I moved, his half dead glare was on me but when he could tell Cersei was not my intended target, The Mountain averted his gaze back in front of him and went to stand behind his queen's chair once again.
When the noble folk were done speaking and arguing he simply lead Cersei and her troops back towards the Red Keep, not sparing me one backwards glance.
The remainder of that day and the many more to follow on our way back to Winterfell were a blur. I'm lucky, as were everyone else in the pit that day, that I was able to carry and control the wight we brought with us, our proof for the spoiled people in King's Landing.
After that, I forced my thoughts away from my brother and the future, instead choosing to dwell on the battle coming our way, almost hoping that it would be my last. I felt a small albeit, present, part of me die that day, along with the hope of retaliation.
As soon as I saw the retreating, hulking form of Gregor I realized the man I once knew was truly gone and only The Mountain remained. Not even The Mountain from days past but an even more lethal version that was more an inanimate weapon for Cersei to use against anyone she chooses versus a real person.
What would I do now, I survived the army of the dead but did I have anything to live for? These questions and many more came rushing to me in the Great Hall right before Sansa approached me. I felt as if I was drowning in uncertainty. The moment the Night King was defeated the dam holding back my worst concerns fell, drowning my sanity.
Killing the thing that used to be my brother would no longer bring me joy or relief. I would die attempting to end him and that didn't appeal to me as it once had. Honestly, while sitting there in my little bird's home, drinking wine and watching her her from afar, I realized dying was the last thing that I wanted to do.
I had just allowed my thoughts to wander to staying here, speaking to Sansa, asking for forgiveness if need be and seeing how I could remain North and help her rebuild, when Gendry started my non-stop interruptions.
It was an insane dream, I was almost certain of it, but I had resigned myself to grow a pair of balls and seek out Sansa in the days to come. If I didn't at least try to make a new life at Winterfell then it would just be Stranger and I out on the road, alone with nowhere to go. And the feeling of dread and sadness that thought instilled in me was something I never wanted to feel again.
I tell my little bird all of this. Her eyes never straying from my face as she listened intently, not saying a word but portraying with her rapt expression that she drank in every word I spoke.
"I may be selfish but I don't remember feeling happiness as strongly as I do knowing you'll stay in the North." She whispers.
There isn't anything to be said of the situation with my brother, knowing she paid attention to my story and doesn't judge me and even is understanding of it, is more than I could've ever asked for.
I huff out a laugh at her admission. "Not selfish. Maybe ill though, wanting my company." I joke, pretending to feel Sansa's forehead for fever.
She shakes off my hand with a chuckle, a true one and it's the sweetest damn sound I've ever heard. "Oh stop. More people like you than you think. And don't argue." She says with a mock glare.
I roll my eyes and change the subject. "When is your meeting today?" We're in no rush to leave bed. Our gracious Queen implemented two days of rest for all the surviving fighters. The only hindrance to that is a gathering of her chosen few to go over whatever the fuck the high and mighty talk of after battle.
"Not until this evening, right after supper. Hopefully it's short, we all need more time to heal." Sansa looks tired again and I know she doesn't mean only flesh wounds and injuries but healing from loss too. Theon's passing has taken its toll.
"The dragon girl won't do much with Jorah being so badly fucked up. One of the dragons isn't looking well either. Those may be the only reasons she takes her time going south."
Sansa nods, deep in thought at my words. "Will you come to the meeting with me?"
My eyes almost pop out of my skull. "Little bird what are you chirping about? How could I and why?"
"Well, everyone may as well get used to your presence from now on for starters. And I have to be honest, I may have been too harsh towards Daenerys. I have to keep an open mind if I am to continue to put the North first. You're a seasoned fighter, you've been privy to many high born families and their battles both on and off the battlefield. You're fair and smart and I trust your opinion." Sansa stares right into my eyes as she speaks, and she means every word. I can still sniff out a lie if I need to.
I open and close my mouth several times trying to find the right thing to say. "If you want me there then I'll stand by you. I can't say what everyone else in attendance will think of it." I don't give a shite what they say to or about me as long as they respect Sansa.
"You can be my advisor if that will help them all settle down, since everyone loves a title." It's her turn to make a face. "But truly I don't care what they think, you're there to listen and then to talk to me after."
Sansa takes a deep breath before continuing. "When they do decide to march upon King's Landing, I'm going to send Brienne as well." I must look shocked as she explains quickly.
"Tyrion said Jamie is going there and will end Cersei if he must. He told everyone of walking into the Throne Room to see her on the Iron Throne right after Tommen killed himself." Sansa closes her eyes for a second to collect herself. The youngest Lannister was harmless, probably could've been a good leader. "It hasn't left Jamie, the moment he saw his sister for what she truly is. He says he has to make sure she dies." Her tone is as dark as what she's just told me.
Dark but true and I will give the King Slayer one ounce of credit for knowing he has to do this.
"I may not be as quick and alert as you or Arya but even I have seen how Brienne and Jamie are together. And how they left the Great Hall last night." Sansa smiles and blushes. "I won't separate them again. And if you're staying in Winterfell, perhaps I could persuade you to protect me?" She purrs.
Two can play that game. "You want me as your shield?" I tease.
Sansa is serious when she speaks next however. "I want you to be mine. And I yours. I'm certain Sandor Clegane protects what's his. You did so even when I belonged to another." She's holding the mangled side of my face, smiling at me like I'm the bloody sun.
Her words have my heart climbing up my throat, suffocating me with emotion. I pin her beneath me, once more, trying to regain my composure. "Say it again. Tell me you're mine." I breathe against her lips.
"Yours. I'm yours Sandor." And with that she kisses me and I can't help the groan, that's more whimper than anything, escape my mouth.
"Is that a yes then?" She pulls away and smiles.
"Fucking hells yes, my little bird." I tell her before burying my face in her neck, nuzzling her.
It literally pains me to break our moment of bliss but I know it needs to be said and dealt with. "Sansa, how will this work? Your name, your title, I'm sure the dragon girl is already lining the surviving suitors up for you. Hells, I've seen fancy Lords vying for your attention even beaten and bruised from battle."
She rolls us so we're facing each another, wrapping one arm under my neck and holding tight as the other moves non-stop over my chest, shoulders and abdomen. "I understand what she could be thinking, I'm not naive or unprepared." Sansa's eyes suddenly turn dark and wolfish, her gaze making me shrink down (internally at least) from her power. "I will never be forced to marry again. I'll die first. If I choose to marry it will be my decision and his, no one else's. It will be for love or for something that can grow into love."
The surge of relief that engulfs me is surprising. I didn't think her mentioning that she's open to marriage, on her own terms, meant so fucking much to me. Since when did I want to be married? I suppose from the moment she kissed me. Gods, she's making me soft.
"Never speak of your dying. I would take you away from the lot of them before I allowed your demise. Especially over a bloody arranged marriage. But I am glad you're solidified in your decision, proud of you my little bird." I say as I tuck her wayward hair behind her ear before holding onto her face.
She turns to place a kiss on my palm. "Thank you. I'm proud of who you've become also, but I'm happy you're still the Sandor I knew as well." Her wandering hand goes below the sheets and furs to grasp my hardened memeber.
"Ohh. Can we...again?"
I can't hold in a small laugh at her innocence and shyness. "Fuck, little bird, can we fuck. And the answer will always be yes."
Hitching her leg over my hip I slowly slide back inside of her heat and worship Sansa from the inside out.
We both fall asleep quickly after our last orgasms and don't wake again until there is urgent knocking on her door in between someone's attempts to open it. Thank fuck she locked it last night.
"Lady Sansa?! Are you alright? It's quite late and I simply wish to check on you." Brienne of bloody Tarth sounds panicked.
I really must've given it to my little bird because she hardly stirs, even with the banging and raised concerns of her Shield.
Shaking my head I begin kissing her cheeks and eyes and behind her ear trying to break her slumber. "Sansa, your giant, blonde shadow is outside. If you don't answer her soon, I can see your door being broken down." I only half warn, I honestly wouldn't put it past Brienne.
Sansa only grumbles and burrows deeper into my chest. "I don't want to get up. Isn't it still afternoon?"
"Aye, only about noon. Tell her you're alive and she'll leave."
Sighing Sansa finally sits up, baring her glorious tits to me. "Brienne, I'm fine. I'll be up and ready later on." She calls towards the door.
Brienne is silent for a moment. "Why didn't you come to the door? Are you sure everything is as it should be?"
I bark a laugh into Sansa's hair, does she think someone has the Lady of Winterfell held hostage in her own chambers?
Sansa is stifling a chuckle as well. "Of course it is. I'm not...alone, that's the only reason I didn't greet you." Her tone is dripping with insinuation, begging her Shield to not push farther.
"Oh!" The blonde woman sounds as shocked as most of us did when we saw a dragon for the first time. "Right then. I'll, uh, be back in a couple of hours." With that I hear her retreating footsteps.
We fall back against the pillows laughing together at Brienne's expense. "I've never heard her so surprised." Sansa says as she tries to catch her breath.
"She'll be no good to anyone until she sees you, she's probably in a daze right now." I pant.
We lay and cuddle (something I never bloody thought I would do) like that all afternoon, save for Sansa's handmaiden bringing food when I demand she eat. My little bird was not concerned about the young woman placing several trays of different foods in her room. She simply told me the two of them trust each other. Meaning Sansa knows something or has helped the girl in someway. I can see she likes the maid, but my little bird has to not only be kind but sly and smart also. Especially with personal matters.
I know I must leave before Brienne returns so I begrudgingly press one more lingering kiss to Sansa's mouth and then leave the Seven Heavens that is her bed.
She gets up as well and slips on a silk robe, preparing for the bath I heard her ask the handmaiden to bring earlier. "We can meet at my chambers and go to the solar together."
"Alright little bird I'll be here." I say as I finish lacing up my boots.
Sansa walks over to where I stand and wraps her arms around my middle, nuzzling her face into my chest. "Will you come back tonight to stay? You could bring extra clothing as well." Her words are mumbled against my skin, I can feel the uncertainty in her request.
I place my fingertips under her chin, making her look at me. "I would bring back and fight the Night King myself if you asked me little bird, never be shy with what you want. Not from me, not ever. I'll be back tonight."
Sansa just nods and smiles before pressing up on her toes to meet me halfway in a searing kiss that has me almost ripping the cloth from her body.
"I fucking hate it but I have to go now." I murmur disappointedly against her lips.
"Go then, before Brienne's heart stops at seeing you leave my room." She teases through a long sigh.
One more squeeze of her waist and I hastily unbolt the door and go back to my room before I can't make myself leave.
I pick out my best looking clothing and have an extra long soak in the soldiers' hot springs. I should try and look presentable for the meeting, as I'm pretty sure my presence won't go by unnoticed.
It feels like bloody days have gone by before dinner is coming to an end and I see Sansa stand from the head table, Brienne right behind her, she'll stop in her chambers before going to the solar. Once Jon and a few others begin to leave the Great Hall I take that as my cue to go.
I should be more wary than I am of what's to come this evening but my skin feels as though is crawling from being away from Sansa. You'd think being separated for years would make hours seem like seconds but after one taste, I'm addicted to every part of her.
When I round the corner to her room, Brienne and Sansa are just locking the door. My little bird's face breaks into a heartbreaking smile while the blonde is on the defensive.
"Clegane. How can we assist you?" Brienne asks.
"It's alright." Sansa says, placing her hand on Tarth's arm. "Sandor is joining me in the meeting. As my advisor of sorts." She gently pushes past Brienne to take my arm.
"Are you both ready?" Sansa asks, as if this normal.
I bark out a laugh, what else can I do? "Aye little bird." I have to force my eyes away from her face, after staring a moment too long, and clench my fists to stop from touching her.
Brienne is watching us intently, blinking and clearing her throat before speaking. "Of course my lady."
The three of us set off for the main solar across the damaged grounds, not knowing what lies behind its door for Sansa and I.