Hello my lovelies!
I've missed you. :(
Real life got in the way in the form of a wonderful summer cold that we bounced between everyone in the house so, yay. Not. Lol. But everything is settling down and I was able to finish chapter 4 and even start chapter 5!
Anyhoo, I hope you enjoy this one. Remember, if I changed meetings, timelines, conversations etc. that means I just didn't like what I saw on TV lol.
Please read, review and enjoy! Xoxo
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We are the last to arrive and the room falls silent as soon as the door is shut behind us.
I'm not a small man and my presence is noticed immediately. The silver haired Queen regards me for a moment before returning to a hushed conversation with her translator.
I suppose she can't fault me for what my brother did to her family any longer. Especially after I went beyond the wall, to King's Landing with the bloody wight, fought the army of the dead and helped the little wolf so she was able to save us all. I sure as fuck didn't do any of it for her or her forgiveness, but with how my relationship with Sansa has changed, I'm glad Daenerys won't be yet another issue we need to deal with. Not in regards to wanting to kill me at least.
Sansa makes her way around the table to stand with her younger siblings as Brienne stays near the door with Davos. Before I can confuse myself on where the hells to go, I catch my little bird looking at me out the corner of her eye, beckoning me to follow.
Her bastard brother respects me and we've gotten along as well as I can with anyone, that's not a Stark girl, but I suppose my attendance cannot be completely overlooked.
"Clegane, can't say I was expecting to see you here." Jon says, not talking around Sansa but giving me an opportunity to speak for myself.
"I was invited by your sister." I nod towards Sansa, from where I stand behind her, making sure he knows which one I speak of. "So here I am."
He silently looks between the two of us, as if searching for the answer to a difficult question. "Sansa?" Is all he asks. I guess he couldn't figure it out.
"Sandor is here as my advisor. I can't say I know much of the rebuilding of a castle or the proceedings after a war with losses such as this, so I've asked someone with more knowledge in those areas, than I, to assist me." Sansa tells the room as if simply speaking of the weather but the conviction and severity is clearly there too.
Jon looks around at the other members of the council, I suppose seeing if anyone has an opinion about the situation, and when no one reacts he simply nods.
Tyrion is the first to speak. He informs us of how many of our own we lost. There's also already a rough assessment of the damage to the entirety of Winterfell, a plan as to where the repairs or rebuilding efforts will start first, and it's then decided to reassess the grounds in a weeks time.
As the Imp continues to talk of healing and regrowth, I slightly tune him out and take in the occupants of the solar.
Davos and Brienne are listening intently, as are the leader of the Unsullied and the new one for the Dothrathki.
Jon is attempting to do the same but his gaze continually flickers to the dragon girl and I can see why. She looks bloody awful. Sleep must've been evading her since the battle, by the look of the black circles under her eyes. The worry and agony over Jorah and the dragon is exuding from her in waves that I swear I can feel. This level of emotion is another bit of proof that she is indeed not her father.
The other cockless man in the room and her right hand woman look ready to catch her if she falls. More concerned about their Queen than the information being given to us all. This meeting shouldn't have any new battle plans come from it, no one is thinking clearly today.
Meanwhile, Sansa and her two other siblings look like three statues. Who knows if her cripple brother is even listening or if he has to, I'm sure he's seen this all play out in his mind or wherever it is he goes.
"Do the Unsullied and Dothraki have anything to add?" Tyrion inquiries.
The two men take turns confirming how many they've lost and how long they believe the remaining soldiers need to heal. The two of them and Jon also speak of changes within all ranks of duties to cover for the injured and deceased, respectively.
The room falls silent for a few moments after they've all said their piece and I wonder if this is it, the easiest, most boring, yet vital, meeting I've ever been privy to.
But then the dragon girl comes forward to lean against the map adorned table, as if needing its stability.
"Th-thank you all. For your fearless fighting, your bravery through your losses and lastly for the work you've done since Arya defeated the Night King." She says sincerely, her gaze falling to each one of us.
"This is a time for healing. Physically and emotionally. The game of thrones cannot be played properly, let alone won, if our minds are not as strong as our bodies." Daenerys takes a deep breath before continuing.
"Jorah and Rhaegal will both survive and recover fully, in time. However, I cannot proceed without them. My dearest friend is safest here but my dragons were barely thriving before battle due to their difficulties with living so far north." She takes a deep breath." Jon and I have decided to fly them half a days journey south so they both can eat and heal with ease." Daenerys pauses, waiting for a reaction, when none is given she goes on.
"We will be gone at least a fortnight, perhaps more depending on Rhaegal's injuries. If we are needed we will be close enough to return once a raven is received."
"When are you departing?" The Imp asks, looking slightly shocked, I suppose this was a decision between her and Snow only.
"We hope to leave in three days time but if any drastic changes occur between now and then, we will reconsider." Again, she waits for more questions or perhaps an upheaval from her small council.
"If that's all, then we can end this meeting and I will have Tyrion plan another for the morning of Jon and I's trip south." And with that, she allows Missandei to take her arm and lead her from the room. Everyone files out behind them besides the Starks, Brienne and myself.
"Sansa, Arya." Jon calls before they can leave.
"Will you both meet with Bran and I in the Godswood tomorrow morning after the meal?" He asks.
The girls look at one another before nodding their agreement.
"Thank you." He says before looking pointedly at Brienne and I. "Sansa, may I escort you to your chambers?"
My little bird looks puzzled for a beat before putting her Lady of Winterfell mask in place. "Of course. Brienne, Sandor, I wish you both a good night." She says and walks out the door with Jon behind her.
The bastard looks less somber than he always does, a spark of smugness appears on his face as he tips his head to me. Proud of himself for stealing his pretty sister away from The Hound? Idiot. I wasn't going to her room right away, I have to collect most of my shit from my bunk first.
And if only he knew of the erotic thoughts I'd been having of Sansa all bloody afternoon and night, he wouldn't have felt any triumph in that moment.
I take my time heading to the soldiers' quarters and then again packing my meager clothing and belongings into my sack.
I couldn't know when it's safe to join Sansa sitting there, so I made my way to her chambers. I take the long way, keeping to the shadows, ensuring I pass by Jon and Daenerys' rooms (which are next to one another, as if we all can't tell they're fucking) and decide it best to wait for him to return.
It doesn't take long before I see him, striding quickly and determinedly straight to the Queen's door, seemingly needing to be with her as much as I need his sister.
Thankfully, I've learnt throughout my life to be stealthy, even being as huge as I am, and I make it to Sansa's chambers without incident. It takes all my self control to knock instead of breaking down the door to get to her. It won't help much. If Brienne has decided to check on her lady, before finding the Kingslayer, it will not be easy to explain why I'm there but it will still be better than me barging in unannounced.
It's taking too long for Sansa to let me in and I wonder if she's not here, worry creeping up my spine. Where else could she be? My concerned thoughts flee my mind when I hear footsteps approaching. If I'm caught outside the Lady of Winterfell's room late at night I'm going to be castrated or murdered.
I turn the handle and once I feel the door give way I make the daring decision to go into Sansa's chambers. It's the safer of two evils. I'm pressed against her now barred door in the blink of an eye, waiting to hear the steps continue past. Once they do I let out a breath and turn to face the room.
That breath then immediately gets stuck in my throat, almost choking me at the sight I see.
Sansa and Arya are standing in the middle of her room, bodies facing one another but they're staring at me. Fuck, this is why she didn't come to the door. It looks as if she was trying to guide her little sister to leave and then I knocked.
Arya wasn't going to fall for any story we tried to tell. She can sniff out a lie almost as well as I can.
The three of us freeze, only blinking and breathing, waiting for someone to break the silence. It won't bloody well be me, I meant what I said to Brienne, I'm not crossing the wolf bitch. Sansa also knows better than to speak first and so begins the waiting game on how Arya will handle this, handle us.
"I should've known the second you walked into the meeting." Ayra says to me, her voice as even as her face. She is not allowing one emotion to slip through, not giving us one hint as to how the hell she's feeling about this.
My little bird and I glance at one another, remaining silent. Arya let's out a long, loud sigh.
"I'm not going to kill anyone!" she says while throwing her hands up in the air. "You two don't need to act as though your tongues have been taken out." Arya then sits in one of the chairs near the table. "Well, what is it that you two are doing here? And not literally, I don't need those details." The slightest lift of her lips tells me she really isn't too perturbed.
Sansa is still standing between her sister and myself looking taken aback by Arya's reaction. Me fucking too. I drop my sack beside the door and cross over to my little bird. I stand right behind her, placing my hand on her upper arm and squeezing. The tension retreats from her shoulders when she looks up at me, a slight smile on her lips.
"Bloody hell, so you're not just fucking." Arya sounds shocked and awed at the revelation.
"Arya!" Sansa chastises her while blushing. The nerve of this woman to pretend to be shy or prudish. She seems to catch herself with a slight shake of her head before continuing. "However, you are right. This isn't simply...physical." Sansa turns her head to the side, catching my eye as if asking for my confirmation.
"Aye, it's much more than that." I say to Arya but never take my gaze off my little bird as I pull her back flush against my front.
"I might be sick." The wolf girl makes a face while holding her stomach. One glare from Sansa and she straightens up, smiling instead. "I was only kidding but this is sudden. And sort of surprising." She's blunt which I appreciate and then her tone turns serious. "Have you thought this through? It won't be easy."
Sansa let's out a deep sigh that resonates within me as well. We both know how damn difficult a relationship is going to be. Between plans the dragon girl may have for Sansa and her title, and the overall judgement we'll receive, we must be prepared and smart moving forward.
I don't give a fuck what anyone -besides Sansa- thinks or has to say. At her core my little bird doesn't either, however, I know she wants to do right by her people. Her care of the North is of upmost importance, hence why she is meant to lead. I have to therefore be mindful and as accommodating, as an old dog can be, of the decisions she makes for us.
"I think I can safely say we both understand that. It's all I've thought of before now and today as well." Sansa takes a steadying breath. "If I begin to fully support Daenerys or not, the one fact I know to be true, and I've already told Sandor, is that she will not force another marriage onto me. I will be with whomever I choose, even if my adamance has me punished, however she sees fit."
Arya attempts to contain her reaction but some pride and shock show on her features. "Good. Glad you've found your backbone." The sisters share a silent moment, just looking at one another, before the wolf girl turns her attention to me.
"And you. You aren't leaving then?"
"No and I've explained myself to Sansa as to why." I have no issue telling Arya as well, but not here and now, in this moment I want her to go. I'm bloody well sick and tired of sharing my little bird today.
Arya just nods while regarding me intensely. "My sister has been through enough hell to last her a lifetime. She nor I will stand for more shit in either of our lives. If you can't be whatever she needs you to be, if you can't give yourself over to her fully, as she will give herself to you, then you need to go. No matter what you've explained thus far about your plans." Her gaze sears right through me as strong as if she were using that damn Needle.
I'm shocked she's speaking of Sansa in this way and in front of her, but seeing as the two sisters haven't been that close throughout their lives, I respect she's being honest with her feelings.
And that she's threatening me with a witness.
"I've never had anything or anyone to live for, without the bitter taste of hate also pushing me forward, until her." I finally look away from Sansa and lock eyes with Arya. "If I ever do wrong by your sister I expect you to finish what you didn't before."
She studies me for a few moments and once she's satisfied I'm being honest, she stands from the chair. "Good, because I will." Arya then starts towards the door but pauses before she reaches it. "I'll keep your secret, but only until Jon and Daenerys return. I won't run off and tell them but with everything else happening, you two need to have a plan ready by then." Her face softens a bit before she continues. "I'm happy for you both, truly." With that, she opens the door and leaves.
Sansa goes to quickly bolt it and I'm right on her heels. As soon as the lock is in place I spin her around, grasping her hips so she can jump up to wrap her legs around my waist and then I press her roughly against the solid wood.
My little bird let's out a soft laugh at my eagerness at the same time we hear a voice from the corridor. "Gods, you couldn't wait until I was at least twenty feet away from here before you went at it?!" Arya sounds scarred.
We both freeze and look at one another before shaking with laughter. Arya only huffs and then stomps off, loudly.
Sansa recovers and threads her fingers through my hair and kisses my mouth, a slow dance of lips and tongues. "I missed you." She murmurs.
"Did you now?" I tease into the skin of her neck, where my mouth is kissing and sucking her. Thank fuck she had started undressing before all her guests arrived, I'm only left to fight with her shift, small clothes and a robe. "I missed you too little bird." I say as I reach the tops of her breasts, feeling then hearing the small moan she lets out.
"Show me." Sansa breathes against my lips, having pulled my face back to hers.
I growl, tangling a hand into her hair I crush her lips to mine in a heated kiss, our tongues fighting for dominance. I never would've thought a damn kiss would have me ready to rip a hole in my breeches, but everything with Sansa is new and intense.
As I walk us to the bed I practically rip the robe from her body and she starts undoing the ties of my tunic, both of us frantic. I place Sansa down and she removes her shift as I rid myself of my remaining clothes and shoes.
Sansa is still kneeling on the edge of the bed when I stand in front of her. She hasn't had time to undo her small clothes yet and I can't wait any longer. These aren't like the small, silky garment she wore last night so I don't feel bad when I grab the material covering her breasts in both hands, tear it down the middle and toss it away.
"Sandor!" Sansa tries to be affronted at my ruining of her clothes but my name falls from her mouth as more of a moan than anything else.
I repeat the action with the barrier keeping her perfect cunt from me and immediately run my fingers through her wetness. "Gods little bird, you're dripping for me." I say against her lips, resuming our passionate kiss. Sansa's hands are digging into my shoulders as her hips move to meet my hands' ministrations. I've slipped two fingers into her channel as my thumb massages her nub.
Steadying her with my free hand at her back, I break the kiss so Sansa can lean away from me and I can kiss and mark my way down her neck and chest to her tits. She is whimpering and repeating my name constantly now that my mouth isn't occupying her own and her hips grind even harder against my digits. I can feel how close she is as I lick then suckle one pert nipple into my mouth.
"Ohhh." Sansa has her head thrown back wantonly and I almost cum from the sight. A light bite to the other pink bud and her whole body goes rigid, with a shout of nonsensical words her inner muscles clench my fingers as her orgasm coats my fingers and runs into my palm.
I slowly make my way back to her mouth, my hand running up her spine to hold her face as I press kisses to ear, jaw and lips. Gently as I can manage, I remove my hand from her heat and lick it clean of her nectar.
Sansa seems dazed for a moment before giving me a look full of lust and want as she makes to lie down.
"No little bird. I want us to try another way." I see her eyes widen and I know right away what position her mind travelled to. One she isn't, and may never be, ready for. "Not like that." I reassure her, caressing her cheek with my thumb.
Sansa calms immediately. "How do you want me then, Sandor?" The desire is back in her gaze and burning as bright as her hair. Her words almost undo me right then, and I think she knows it. Minx.
"Oh I want you every way I can have you." I say with a light slap to her round bottom. Sansa bites her lip as the heat in her eyes grows. "But tonight, I want you to ride me my little bird."
I climb onto the bed, sitting up against the headboard and beckon her to me. Sansa crawls over to me, straddling my lap and wrapping her arms around my neck.
"I've never-" Sansa starts.
"Neither have I." I interrupt her to ensure she knows we're even here and will be most of the time in bed.
That seems to help and she starts rubbing her wet core against my bare cock, making me shiver and squeeze her hips. I want her like this so she can take control and I let her, no matter how fucking difficult it is to not lift her up and impale her onto my member.
Sansa rises up, moving one hand slowly down the length of my body to grasp my cock and line it up with her entrance. Her gaze meets mine as she slowly, so fucking slowly, lowers herself onto me. We're both panting and I'm only half way inside of her. I never thought it could feel even better than everything we did last night and this morning but gods I'm already seeing stars.
Sansa then lowers herself the rest of the way in one slow, deep thrust, causing her to cry out and pulling a string of curses from me. I still her hips because if I don't, she won't have any time to be in control as it'll be bloody well over before it begins.
"Gods Sandor." She groans. "You feel even larger like this, it's good, so so good." Sansa mewls.
I attempt to reply but only a shuddering breath leaves my open mouth. Instead, I crash my lips to hers and try to show her how I feel with my kiss. Her answering whimper makes me think I got my point across.
After allowing us both to regain some sort of composure, Sansa starts moving atop me. Careful at first, she rises up only leaving tip within her and then slowly pushes back down. I start thrusting upwards to meet her each time and in mere moments we're both moaning uncontrollably, sweat dotting our skin as our tongues evade the other's mouth.
Sansa begins to bounce faster and harder above me and I grind our pelvises together every time they meet, rubbing her little pearl. "Fuck little bird you're so tight, so good." I growl against her mouth.
I keep one hand tightly on her hip, surely leaving bruises, the other buried in her hair keeping our mouths together hoping to quiet Sansa's shouts enough that no one thinks she's being harmed.
Her movements begin to lose their rhythm just as I feel her quim fluttering, telling me she's as close as I am. I push my hips up ever harder to meet her thrusts and I start to pull her down as well, ensuring I hit that bundle of nerves deep within her body.
"Sandor!" Sansa rips her mouth from mine and screams my name as she cums. She never stops riding me, prolonging her ecstasy.
I slam her down to meet two more brutal thrusts of my own and then release my seed inside of her warmth, shouting her name.
We're both trembling and sit forehead to forehead, fingertips caressing each other's skin wherever we can reach for several minutes. "Amazing, fucking amazing little bird." I say once there's enough air in my lungs to speak, my voice is still hoarse.
Sansa let's out deep breath. "I suppose it's true, one should always try new things." She tells me with a smile, causing both of us to chuckle. Our laughter turns into groans as the movement reminds us that we're very much still connected. I roll us over, my already hard cock never leaving her cunt and take her again.
Sometime later we're both satisfied, for the time being, and I gently pull out of Sansa's body to lay next to her. As I sit up, the sight of my seed trickling down her slit to pool on the sheets, not only has my cock twitching but it also reminds me of a question I had for her.
I wait until she's tight against my side, our legs entwined and arms holding each other. "Little bird." I say, making sure she's still awake. She hums in response but I can tell she's not on the verge of slumber, even though I can only see the top of her hair from where her head rests on my chest.
"I heard a lot of chatter, amongst mostly everyone, today and it made me think of us." I don't know why I'm struggling here but I take a breath before continuing. "The Moon Tea is in barrels as large as the ones for ale. Pretty sure it'll be that way for some days to come. Did your maiden get you some?" We both know Sansa can't very well collect her own serving and I honestly have no idea what the fuck I want her answer to be.
Sansa tenses slightly and seems to think over what to say.
"No, no she didn't. I wasn't going to ask her to either." I can feel her breathing speed up. "Is that an issue?" Her tone is flat, no anger, sadness, want or judgement to be heard.
Is it an issue? My automatic answer is no. I didn't feel the need to push through the crowd to get a cup of the shit for her when I saw many soldiers and women doing just that. The hustle and bustle of the people and the whispers as to what was going on simply reminded me of sleeping with Sansa, repeatedly, and not once pulling out, instead always releasing inside of her.
That's the simple answer.
The more difficult one is that I've never thought of having children. I love the little buggers, even if I won't tell anyone that. The few that haven't been frightened of me over the years were sweet and innocent. I enjoyed those encounters. But a game or funny chat with someone's bairn is nothing the same as being a father to my own.
Thinking of it now has my heart racing. Concern over fucking up royally and therefore ruining the kid or even worse, what if it was born like Gregor? This is a never ending road of despair that I don't wish to travel any farther down.
None of my worry is about having a child with Sansa. The vision of a dark haired, blue eyed, beauty running to me, calling me "daddy" has my chest feeling as it does when Sansa smiles at me.
I must have been lost in thought too long and Sansa props her chin on my chest, eyes full of apprehension. "Sandor?"
I meet her gaze and try to calm her with a happy (or as much as I can manage) expression. I keep images of her round with our child, both of us watching little ones run around Winterfell playing happily, at the front of my mind and the good feeling within me is completely natural.
"Not an issue little bird. But I've not once thought about being a father. And I want to ensure you fully desire something as permanent and important as a child...with me." Another fear, what if she regrets us after the birth of a baby? I couldn't survive losing her let alone a child as well.
The fire is back in Sansa's eyes but not with lust, now it's anger. "Sandor Clegane, stop doubting me." She softens a bit and holds the burnt side of my face. "I love you. I truly do and there is no going back for me." Her gaze falls to her hand. "Please don't say it back until you feel the same, if you ever do."
I'm shocked beyond belief at her admission. She loves me? I can't catch my breath at first, my head spinning but the look on her face tells me I have to say something, anything as long as I don't leave us in silence.
I choose to go with the truth.
Running my fingertips under her chin I coax her to meet my eyes again. "And I love you. So bloody much my little bird. It's like nothing I've ever felt before."
Sansa's face breaks into a face splitting, beautiful smile, her eyes glassy and then she launches herself at me. Throwing her arms around my neck she kisses me slow and deep for so long I lost track of time.
When we pull away Sansa settles herself back to her original spot at my side. "I never thought about being a mother either. I always knew I wanted to be one but that's not the same. And then Ramsey..." She shudders. "All I prayed for was to not become pregnant and never thought of a family again after him. Not until now." She presses a kiss to my chest.
"Don't drink the tea." I tell her as I tuck her hair behind her ear, my gaze never leaving hers. "And we should talk about those thoughts of yours, they'll be mine too, now that we've had this discussion." I give her my best smile even though I'm sure it's crooked.
Sansa returns my smile and nuzzles my pec, quickly falling asleep. I'm surprised to follow right behind her. I thought my mind would be running in circles with everything that's happened tonight, but seeing as it was all good, which I'm not accustomed to, I suppose I can rest easily for once.