SS5
Hey party people! I am beyond sorry that this took so long to finish. It was just the usual, you know, real life getting in the way. Kids off for summer, vacations, appointments, etc. Anyway, I'm not sure if this chapter is worth the wait but I hope you guys disagree and can enjoy it. It's definitely more of a filler but now that life is calm and back on schedule I can hopefully write more. Let me know what you think because I adore hearing from you.
Xoxo :)
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I awake before dawn and can't figure out why. That is until I see the basin, with stream rising from it, sat next to cloths, clean clothes of mine and soap, on an extra table close to the bed. Sansa must've had her maiden bring this to me since I won't make it to the hot springs this morning.
My chest constricts at the realization.
I look down at my little bird, curled up next to my body, now that I'm sitting up, and simply watch her for a few moments, my chest doing that fucking constricting shit. But, no wonder I feel like this. Not one other soul has ever looked out for me, thought of me, let alone cared for me.
And here this woman planned ahead for something as minuscule as washing and dressing for the day, to make this morning easier for me. If I hadn't told her I loved her last night I would wake her up and tell her right now. And show her too.
Instead, I get up from the bed, making sure to wrap her in the furs and place a kiss to her shoulder.
I clean up as well as I can, dress and with one last look at Sansa, I force myself to leave her room.
I have to be gone from this part of the castle before most anyone else is even awake.
Once I'm a safe distance from Sansa's chambers, I decide to spend my time, before we break fast, with Stranger.
A couple of young farm hands left practically as soon as Tormund arrived and headed south with any horse not required for battle. There weren't many, but we needed them safe in case we were to win. They arrived back yesterday morning and seeing as they hadn't run into problems, or lost fingers, while caring for the old black horse, I left him be for the day.
Now however, I'm missing the miserable, apple eating creature.
Stranger looks happy to see me, making noises and bumping my face and hands. I brush and feed him while telling him of the battle and time passes by quickly.
Once I see the others in the stable head towards The Great Hall, I tell my faithful steed I'll see him soon and follow suit.
It's already half full when I arrive and I push my way to an empty spot near the head table where Sansa, Arya and Bran are eating. I catch my little bird's eye as I sit down and she allows the smallest quirk of her mouth before resuming a conversation with her sister.
It doesn't take long for my own plate and water to be delivered and I begin inhaling the food. Fucking really gives you an appetite.
I'm not even half finished when someone places their own meal across from me and sits down. I fully expect to see the ginger Wildling when I glare at my meal intruder, so I'm not only irritated but surprised to find the face of Brienne instead.
"Clegane." She greets me.
"Tarth." I am not calling her Ser.
I continue eating, she'll speak if and when she's ready.
After taking a sip from her goblet she finally begins. "Lady Sansa has informed me that you'll be guarding her today." The blonde tries to remain impassive but I see irritation and confusion cloud her features for the briefest moment. "I will be organizing the training yard as well as all able bodied men and women so we may start practicing fighting techniques."
I nod because I don't know what the fuck else she expects me to do. I already knew all this. Sansa told me in the middle of the night when she startled awake, rousing me in the process.
She couldn't fall asleep again for sometime, never can after a nightmare she whispered against my chest. I held her while we talked and she made sure to keep me informed about her plans to have me by her side that day and how she would occupy Brienne.
And then half asleep, she admitted to calming and settling back down quicker than ever before, telling me that I must be the cause. I just squeezed her tighter, not knowing how the hells to respond.
Sansa also thinks it best to start distancing the two women now as they're quite close. That way, when Tarth goes South (and then wherever Jamie ends up), the separation will be easier on them both.
Brienne apparently still isn't fucking finished with me. "I promised to protect Lady Sansa with my life and I have grown to love her as if she were my own during the process." She takes a calming breath. "And even though I am aware of your history with her, I must ensure you will protect her as I would, no matter that she's in the safety of her own home." The Sworn Shield stares straight into my eyes, shes completely vulnerable, a rarity for the large woman. I can see the truth of her feelings towards Sansa, her concern over giving me control and the promise to end my life, properly this time, if I fuck up.
I decide to throw her a bone and ease her apprehension over her change in duties and responsibilities. "You never have to bloody worry about the little bird when she's with me." I tell her, not breaking our gaze while allowing my pet name for Sansa to slip out, hoping the care behind it settles Brienne. And keeps me alive.
She doesn't bother hiding the shock at my honest admission. "Alright, good." Brienne clears her throat. "Thank you. Don't forget this discussion." She quickly stands and leaves me be, talking to Sansa before exiting The Great Hall.
Bran finishes before his sisters and is lead away from the room, I suppose headed to the Godswood. Meanwhile, Jon nor Daenerys, had even attended the meal.
A short while later Sansa and Arya stand from their seats and I quickly head to the end of their table to meet them.
The younger of the two can't help but roll her eyes as she approaches me. "Hound." She says. It doesn't have my anger rising when the wolf bitch uses my old title. Only her though, anyone else would get knocked on their ass.
"Lady Arya." I give her a half arsed bow, causing her eyes to narrow before walking off. She can't stand formalities.
And then Sansa is there next to me, my heart beating erratically for a moment. "Good morning Sandor. I trust you had a pleasant evening." She says as our eyes meet.
I know we must maintain an act of appropriateness but my little bird is being a tease now.
"Aye my lady, I did indeed. I hope tonight is more of the same." I say to her, adding a slight growl to my voice.
Sansa licks her lips as she did the night of the feast. "I'm most certain it will be." She flicks her gaze to my mouth before catching herself and looking into my eyes again. "We should go."
I move to the doorway and step aside to allow her to walk first, keeping a few paces behind her so I can keep an eye on her and our surroundings. Glancing at the sway of her hips is just a bonus.
We weave through the busying goings on of Winterfell. Dodging the fallen rubble, past Gendry and Tyrion talking of the damages and lastly around the already gathered group preparing to train with Brienne and Pod.
Bran, Jon and Arya are waiting for Sansa when we arrive in the Godswood.
"Sansa. Clegane." The bastard greets us. "I need to speak to you three, alone." He says as he looks at me. I feel tension enter my body immediately. I don't give a fuck that Sansa is with family I thought I was staying with her and am not enjoying this change in plans.
Arya is studying me and seems to decipher my discomfort. "Sansa is safe with us, I'll not let anything happen to her." The young girl promises with more kindness than she's ever shown me, though no one but us would be able to tell.
"I'll meet you when we're finished." Sansa says to me with a quick smile. I simply nod and leave to wait just outside the entrance to the Godswood so I can be close and ensure no one interrupts them.
After several minutes, while keeping the entrance in my line of vision, I walk around Brienne and Pod's group, taking in their techniques and making mental notes of how to help.
Sansa also informed me that she wants my assistance, not only with battle efforts but the rebuilding process as well. I've never had any responsibilities at this level of importance, besides caring for and protecting her, and I refuse to make errors.
It doesn't take long before I see the sisters heading out of the Godswood and immediately sense they're not happy. I can't tell if it's anger or frustration causing them to walk with purpose and have faces like war.
I begin making my way towards them when I see that old Lord, the one Sansa is always speaking with, doing the same. I respect the man only because he respects my little bird and she seems to appreciate his opinion.
Nodding my acknowledgment of his presence, and receiving one in return, I slow my pace and allow him to reach the Stark women first, staying within earshot, without looking like an eavesdropper.
"Lady Sansa, Lady Arya." He greets them.
"My Lord." Sansa has controlled the emotion on her face.
"My Lord. I'll leave you two." Arya tells them, looking back at Sansa and having a silent conversation with her sister before quickly stalking off.
"Apologies for bothering you directly after your meeting, however, I was hoping to have a discussion with you today."
"No need for apologies, we do indeed require a meeting of our own. However, I have some pressing matters to attend to at the moment. Will this afternoon suffice?"
The old man smiles at Sansa. "Of course my lady. I'll meet you in your solar?"
She returns the gesture. "Yes, thank you. I must go." Sansa then hurries over to me, her face relaxing when we're in one another's space again.
"Sandor, would you kindly see me to my chambers?"
"Aye my lady." I wish I could say more, ask her what's wrong. But for now, I must keep a certain distance between us, physically and emotionally, when we're not behind closed doors.
She briskly and quietly leads us back through the grounds. Thank the gods she has taken residence in her parents' old chambers and there are no rooms near her own. Even Brienne isn't close by and I'm sure the giant woman spent many a sleepless night in the corridor protecting her, during the height of any threats or danger.
Even though Sansa has almost the entire wing to herself, and every other person at Winterfell is occupied with their own tasks, we both still take in our surroundings to ensure I can slip into her room unnoticed.
A last darting of her eyes and Sansa then pulls out her key, unlocking and opening the door in one fluid motion. I hurry us inside before locking it.
Sansa is filling a cup with wine by the time I turn around and then she begins pacing in front of the fireplace, deep in thought. I remain where I am, watching her for several minutes, to see if she is going to speak.
When it seems as though she'll create a hole in the floor before uttering a word, I decide to sit at her table and mimick her actions, pouring my own goblet of wine while I wait.
I've nursed half a cup before Sansa stops and looks towards the door, noticing for the first time that I've moved. She spins in a circle until her eyes land on me, her entire form loosening, something I've begun to notice she does every time our eyes meet or skin touches.
I don't want to push her, if she wants to remain silent and simply think. Fine. If she wants to yell, scream or cry. Fine. And if she even wishes me to leave. That's also fine, I will, but I can see she's struggling and I can't bear it. "Little bird, are you alright?" I ask her as softly as I can manage.
Sansa simply looks at me for a moment before downing the remainder of her wine. "Yes, I suppose." She finally comes to stand in front of me and places her cup on the table.
She looks torn when she inhales deeply. "I wish to tell you what happened this morning. Even though I promised to keep the secret." Sansa is looking directly into my eyes, I can feel how badly she wants say the words but there's guilt present as well.
"I'm no gossip little bird. You can trust me, with everything." I reach out to cup her face with my free hand.
Sansa looks determined now and my mind starts racing as to what the fuck I'm about to be privy to.
"Jon isn't my brother." She whispers.
I must look as bloody confused as I feel because Sansa quickly continues to explain as she pulls away and her pacing resumes.
It crosses my mind that she might be jesting with me. Jon Snow is a bloody Targaryen? And he's the legitimate heir to the throne?
One look at her confirms Sansa is being deadly serious.
She's back to walking a hole into the floor, while I watch her, stunned into silence for some moments. When I am able to think straight, I act as her shadow once more, gulping my wine in one go before placing my goblet down.
I grasp Sansa's wrist, stopping her movements and pull her across my lap.
"Stop little bird. Sit with me." I try to soothe, wrapping my arms around her middle.
Sansa's eyes are wide and I can almost see the thoughts swirling around in her mind, but she nods before hugging me tightly around my neck and burying her face in its crook.
I rub one hand up and down her back until I hear her breathing slow down and her heart stops racing. Yet, it still takes several minutes for Sansa to raise her head and meet my gaze.
"I don't know what to think or do or, or anything." I've never heard her this shaken and confused.
"Sansa, there isn't much you can do at present." I tell her, stroking her hair. "Your-" Fuck, this whole cousin nonsense will take getting used to. "Jon, has asked the few of you that know the truth to wait until him and the dragon girl return, before speaking further of this...matter." She's beginning to look resigned the longer we sit here and more so now that I've reminded her of Jon's one request. A fucking huge one but it's also not unreasonable.
"I know It's no simple task, to wait and only think on this new information. However, he's still your brother, blood isn't the only determinate of that. Look at my family." I say with a sad smile. "A rash decision or conversation, from anyone, at this moment will cause more harm than good Sansa."
My little bird looks resigned still but is now also somewhat defeated. She only wants to do what's best and right, I understand that and admire her for it. But this concerns every bloody person in the Seven Kingdoms and directly involves her own family. She must tread carefully.
Especially when it comes to Daenerys.
Sansa closes her eyes and takes a deep breath. "You're right. This...situation however, is making my mind spin." Shaking her head as if trying to rid herself of the buzzing thoughts within.
"I only hope he will speak to me before promising his Queen anything. I can wait the few weeks Jon and Daenerys are gone but when they return, it would be unfair and reckless to have made major decisions between themselves alone."
Sansa is right of course. No one can know for certain what the best move is right now, while playing the game of thrones.
Except for the fact that honesty will take us all miles and Jon will do well to remember that.
"Not that it's something I'm strong doing but, you'll have put faith in Jon and even into Daenerys. Take this time to decide what you want for the North, prepare yourself for when they return."
Sansa nods in agreement. "I have more faith in Daenerys than before. We actually had a conversation before the battle." My good eyebrow shoots up to meet my hair at that admission. "I know, I was shocked when she came to me as well. Especially when it wasn't to threaten me or rub her power in my face." I can tell Sansa is back reliving that meeting, her eyes staring off behind me.
"We agreed quickly that we're on the same side, to end the Night King and for the Kingdoms to be ruled by a fair leader. She even told me of her love for Jon and I assured Daenerys that he reciprocates her feelings. Truth be told, I've never seen him this way, as he is with his queen."
"I thanked her for her bravery, for her efforts to save us all. Something I should've done the moment I met her. Daenerys in turn expressed her gratitude for my acceptance, for opening my home to her. I vowed to myself to make the North be welcoming of her. But it was not the time to dance circles around major issues." Sansa takes a steadying breath.
"I outright asked her what was to come of the North if the battles ahead were to be won."
Holy hells my little bird has balls. "What the fuck did she say?" My voice thankfully not giving away my worry over her questioning the dragon queen's intentions.
Sansa chuckles but it's lacks humor. "I can't say she was beaming and enthusiastic. I took her surprise but she respected my bluntness and honesty. There's not much else the two of us require besides that." Her gaze drops to my chest where one of her hands is playing with my vest.
"Daenerys told me she hadn't thought much past the battles she had left to fight. She admires my love of the North and promised to think on its independence after we won the war against the dead. Once she returns with Jon, I will meet with her again and see what she's decided."
I press a kiss to Sansa's forehead, I'm awed by how strong the young girl I knew in King's Landing has become. "Proud of you little bird. I hope the North godsdamn appreciates you."
Sansa huffs a breath. "Yes let's hope." She's quiet for a moment and then looks up into my eyes, heat rising behind her own. "Do you appreciate me Sandor?" Sansa purrs.
I lift her up and move her legs so she's now straddling my lap. "Aye my lady, every fucking inch of you." I murmur against her neck as I kiss my way along any exposed skin I can reach.
I slowly run my hands down her body until I reach her ass. I squeeze her there tightly as I thrust my hips up to grind against her before I crush my lips to hers.
Sansa starts rolling her hips against my cock through our clothing, both of us are breathing heavily and holding each other wherever we can.
And then there's a bloody knock at the door. Fuck!
Sansa groans and drops her forehead to mine. "Yes?" She calls out, her voice still thick with lust.
"Lady Sansa it's only me with your meals." Her maid responds.
I can almost see Sansa's thoughts as she contemplates sending the girl away and spending her meal time in bed with me. No matter how fucking badly I want to take her right now, her health comes first.
"You're eating little bird. That meeting won't allow time for it later and you need your strength." I push her core back down onto my erection to emphasize why that is.
After releasing an irritated breath, her face flushes and she smiles at me. "Come in please." She says to her maid.
Sansa must trust her as she is still disentangling herself from my lap and embrace when the young girl is walking across the room to place down the trays of food. A nod and smile to us and she's gone in a flash.
Sansa and I sit side by side at one of the tables in her room to enjoy our small feast. We talk and even laugh the whole time. I feel my entire body, inside and out, calm and simply enjoy being with her. It's a novelty for me to not be on edge or miserable.
Sansa finishes her wine and stands from her chair. "I wish I didn't have to but I must go before I'm late." Her face is sad and I'm drawn to her like a moth to a flame.
"We'll be together again before you know it." I say after standing up and pulling her to my chest. It's strange to be soothing another person, especially about being in my company.
Sansa holds me tighter as she nuzzles the spot above my heart. "Will you escort me?"
"Aye. Let's go." I take her hand and lead us to the door.
Sansa exits first and the loss of her touch is shit, I feel cold without it. But I follow dutifully behind her and when we arrive, Lord whatshisface is waiting.
"My lady. Clegane." He greets us.
"My lord." Sansa nods.
"Would you like for me to wait Lady Stark?" I ask her.
"No that won't be necessary. We will be quite some time."
"I will ensure our Lady is safely returned to her chambers." The old man says. He looks at me a moment too long and I realize he suspects Sansa and I are more than we're letting on. He doesn't seem disgusted or angered by the notion.
"If that suits you." I look to my little bird for her approval.
"That's fine. Thank you my lord." She tells the older man before looking at me. "Sandor, I'll see you for supper." She sneaks me a Sansa smile before they enter the solar and close the door.
I stand and stare at where Sansa just was, feeling slightly lost without her presence. Once I pull my damn self together, I decide to spend this time in the hot springs. I wouldn't mind a long soak, but I won't be a woman about it, I also wish to be waiting on my little bird when she returns.
I quickly make my way back to her chambers and let myself in. All the clothing I own is clean and folded next to the bed along with soap and oils. I sniff them and know they're meant for me. They smell of sandalwood and a hint of citrus. There she goes again, thinking of me and the smallest bloodiest thing that brings emotion to the back of my throat.
Damn slip of a woman, almost bringing me to my knees when she's not even present.
I grab all the shit I need and rush to the springs and thank fuck they're empty. I strip down and sink into the hot water with a deep groan of pleasure. Between the battle and bedding Sansa every muscle in my body aches and this is exactly what I need.
I take my time scrubbing every part of me clean, twice, before rubbing some of Sansa's fancy oils into my hair and beard. No matter how leisurely I intended to be, I'm finished quickly and decide to relax for a while longer since I'm still the only person there.
Until I'm not. The groan that escapes me when I hear footsteps coming down the stairs is the bloody opposite of pleasure.
I then contemplate drowning myself when I see who the hells it is.
Tormund.
"Clegane! Where the fuck have you been big man?" The ginger calls out to me while he undresses and makes his way towards my spot in the water.
"Around." I snap.
My tone and short answer don't bother the wilding in the slightest, he just laughs at me as usual. "Now now, stop lying to me. I have figured out one of your false tales, I can sniff out another!"
What the fuck is he on about? "I don't lie you annoying motherfucker."
"Yes I know. Well, I thought I did." He's grinning at me now.
I can't help but sigh. "Tell me then, what in the bloody hells did I lie about?"
Tormund is practically bouncing in his seat, which is too close to me. "You told me you hate gingers."
My stomach drops. "What the fuck does that have to do with anything?" I continue with anger, something easy for me to do, as to not let on anything.
"I think it has to do with everything." He wags his eyebrows at me. "You don't need to lie or hide from me Clegane. I know what it is to be in love. I only hope your story ends happier than my own." His loud and happy facade falters slightly as sadness clouds his face. And all because of the big blonde woman. Unbelievable.
"Always talking nonsense." I growl in an attempt to brush him off. How this fool can read me like an open book is beyond me, it could also cause a lot of problems.
"Your secret is safe with me. We're friends, you can trust me." He claps me on the back. "I only want to see you happy. Your life has been shit, it's about time that changed."
If I like it or not I realize I am friends with fucking Tormund. He's tough, funny and brave. I could do worse. Never tell him though. And if that wasn't enough, acknowledging my past and hoping for better to come to me would've been the nail in the coffin.
"Alright alright you fiery idiot, enough." I say with a less grumpy look than usual before continuing. "I'll snap first your dick and then your neck in half if you utter one word of this."
He cackles before dunking himself underwater. When he resurfaces I fight myself over whether or not to hold him back under. "So how was it? You're almost smiling which for a long while seemed less likely than any of us killing the ice king."
My body is against me in that moment and I feel my good cheek turn slightly red as images of Sansa and I run through my mind. "Fuck off." Its the best I can manage.
Tormund looks as if he'll explode from glee. "I can't wait to hold your giant, ginger pups!" Before I can knock his fucking teeth out, he swims away and hums some tune while washing himself.
I mutter curses under my breath as I leave the water to dry off and dress. I give Tormund a half arsed wave on my way out. "See you later Clegane. Or maybe not!" He falls into a fit of laughter that follows me all the way out of the springs.
We've been pushing our luck not getting caught so I decide to leave my dirty items as well as the soap and oils in my solider's quarters.
After dropping them off, I then quickly make my way back to the solar, no matter what the old man said, to try and catch Sansa. When I reach the door however, it's open and he's sitting at a desk writing on large pieces of parchment.
"My lord." I say from the threshold.
He looks up, not having heard my approach. "Clegane." He nods. "Lady Sansa just left."
I feel my blood boil. "Alone?" I grit out, my anger sounding off loudly in my tone.
"No of course not. Lord Tyrion came to speak with her and decided to do so on the walk to her chambers. I ensured she was fine to be accompanied by him." He studies my face intently.
I flinch in irritation and jealously. Sansa may trust the Imp but I don't, and for several reasons.
"Excuse me." I bark and stalk off in the direction of Sansa's room, trying not to run.
I slow my steps when I'm nearing her wing and voices carry my way. It's her and the smallest Lannister talking.
Making my way as close as possible to the nearest wall, I see them standing a few yards from her door, they're at the railing of the balcony, looking out towards the quiet North.
"I agree Tyrion, Jon and Daenerys made the right decision in taking leave just the two of them." Sansa says while not meeting Tyrion's eyes that are fixated on her.
"It will be most interesting to hear what has changed and been discussed upon their return." He adds.
Sansa just nods, saying less is more. "Well, thank you for escorting me." She makes to move away from the bannister and to her room.
The Imp doesn't let her get far, his small hand reaching out to hold her wrist gently. "Sansa, can I speak frankly before you go?" He asks, his tone soft.
My heart races and my stomach rolls from the sight of him, her once upon a time husband, touching her and now talking to her in such a way.
"You may speak however you wish Lord Tyrion. If I respond is another matter yet to be decided." Gods, I love her.
The small man laughs and his face holds a warm expression. "That sounds more than fair." He takes a deep breath before waiting for Sansa to meet his gaze. "I have seen you and The Hound recently and-"
Sansa rips her arm from his grasp and I swear I see flames in her eyes. "His name is Sandor Clegane. He has not been The Hound for years and he never will be again. Furthermore, he no longer belongs to your family." She says in a tone so even and seemingly calm it has the hair on my neck standing on end.
Tyrion's mouth falls open for a moment as he takes half a step away from her. He quickly composes himself and clears his throat. "My apologies Lady Sansa. Old habits, I won't make the mistake again."
Once Sansa loses some of the heat from her glare and doesn't make to leave, the Imp continues. "I only meant to say, I want the very pbest for you. I know life has not been easy, yet you're here, stronger than ever. You deserve happiness." He means every word, damn him.
"Thank you Tyrion. I am finally allowing myself to believe that fact." Sansa is calming down considerably now.
"I also must be honest and say I have held out hope to be someone that could make you happy." I grip the stone wall so hard I'm surprised it doesn't turn to dust.
Sansa is shocked, my naive little bird truly didn't see the way he looks at her. "My lord, what a compliment." She looks to the ground, collecting her thoughts. "As I said, you are of the best of them. But so are...others." She can't say my name, not without speaking to Jon first. I know this to be true but it still stabs at my gut not hearing her tell Tyrion that I specifically make her happy.
"And I thank you for thinking of my happiness, not many do. I hope by being truthful and telling you that I have never felt so much joy in my life, until now, will in turn bring you some positivity." Sansa smiles, trying not to hurt him. None of us deserve her.
Tyrion forces a sad grin onto his face as he reaches for her hands. "It does. Please don't forget, however, I'm always here, in whatever way you need me." He kisses the backs of her hands before letting them go. "Be careful with him. I don't want either of you to get hurt." I wonder if he sees that she has the power to break me, that I'm the one who is more likely to be gutted.
"I will." Sansa nods as Tyrion leaves.
I wait a few minutes before making my way over to her. I come to stand behind where she rests her hands on the railing, still looking out to the thawing North. Placing my palms over her own and pressing my body flush against her back, I lean down and whisper into her ear.
"Miss me little bird?" She gasps and shudders, when my breath grazes the side of her face.
"Sandor! You startled me." She admonishes before linking her fingers with mine. "And of course I did." Sansa lays her head back on my chest.
We stay that way for some time, silently enjoying each other. But I must tell her I listened to her conversation and give her an out.
"I heard what the Imp said to you." I murmur into her hair.
Sansa goes rigid for a moment but relaxes again quickly. "Eavesdropping are we?" She half jests.
"I suppose I was." I pause, unsure of how she'll take what I have to say. "I want the same as he does. Your happiness. If it's with me or not."
Sansa somehow spins around in my arms to look at my face. And hers is almost as furious as when Tyrion called me The Hound.
"Do you not want me Sandor?" She asks, not sounding hurt or sad in the least. Instead her voice is laced with fire.
"Of course I fucking do." I hold her face and am relieved when she allows it. "I simply don't wish more hardships in your life or strife with your family. Our relationship could bring that."
Sansa regards me seriously before tangling her hands in my hair and pulling my head down to crash her mouth to mine.
She kisses me heatedly, reminiscent of the ones shared when I was inside of her. The moan that escapes me only urges her on, her tongue licking deeper into my mouth before she breaks the kiss with a bite to my lower lip.
We're both panting now. "I don't need easy Sandor. I need you. And anyone who doesn't support us was never really my friend or family." Sansa says, looking into my eyes, conveying her words and their truth.
I press my mouth to hers once more. "I love you." Before she can say a word I hoist her up, making her squeal, and cross the landing to her chambers. "And I think we have time before supper."
"Mmm." Sansa moans as she wraps her legs tighter around my middle and sucks on my neck during the short walk.
I press her back against the door the moment it's locked. Holding her up with my hips, I reach under her dress and shift to rip both sides of her smallclothes in half. She may as well stop wearing them at this rate.
"Gods Sandor." She purrs.
I capture her lips in another searing kiss and walk to the chair I was sat in earlier when she was in my lap in a different way.
As soon as I'm seated Sansa snakes her hand between us to undo my breeches and the I lift my hips (and her) to pull them down.
I want to undress her and lick her from mouth to cunt but my need to be inside of her is winning. "Little bird are you ready for me?" I ask between wet kisses to her jaw and neck.
"Yes, yes, yes." She's mewling and rocking in my lap non-stop.
I reach underneath her clothing to pull away her ruined smallclothes and run a finger down her slit. "Fucking soaked for me aren't you my lady?" I growl.
"All for you Ser." Sansa says as our eyes meet.
I rub circles on her little nub before gathering her wetness and coating my length with it. Sansa then places her feet on the ground and raises her hips as I line my tip with her entrance.
"Fucking hells!" I roar as she slams herself down onto my cock, bottoming out. Sansa has her head thrown back gasping for air, her tight channel spasming around me.
She barely lets me adjust to being sheathed in her soaking, heat before lifting her hips up and slamming back down, over and over, moaning wantonly.
This is going to be over quickly. I grab her plump ass cheeks in both hands and pull her down to meet my upwards thrusts, her now hardened nub rubbing against me.
"Sandor!" She shouts and trembles in my grasp.
"That's it, cum all over my cock my lady." I speak against her lips before capturing them in a kiss, the only way to try and quieten her. And myself.
When she sucks on my tongue that's all it takes. I slam myself inside of her one last time, bumping that now familiar ridge deep within Sansa and spill myself. The heat and pulsing of my length is her own undoing. Sansa is whimpering and moaning my name as her quim begins milking anything my body hasn't yet given her while her whole body shakes.
We sit connected long enough that Sansa starts dozing where she's tucked into my chest. I rouse her by stroking her scalp. "Little bird, you'll be late for supper. We were lucky no one saw us earlier, if we both miss a meal they will all talk for certain."
Sansa presses a kiss to the pulse point in my neck, causing me to shudder. "It may not be precisely what's right or expected, but I don't care if we are caught. Everyone will know soon enough. And let them talk about us, they will be doing so for a long time to come."
With that, she slowly stands, breaking our connection, causing us both to sigh at the loss. After setting her clothing and hair back in place she turns towards me, where I'm finishing re-dressing. "Shall we?" She asks while looking towards the door.
"Aye my lady." I make my way to leave the room, stopping to pull Sansa into my arms and kissing her soundly on the mouth.
The Great Hall is loud and buzzing with people as we are the last to arrive. A group of small children are running around their table and before Sansa or I even notice them, a young boy was tumbling backwards right into her.
Sansa barely even stumbled but as soon as I saw it happening, my reflexes shot one hand out to steady her elbow and the other to her waist.
The wee one picked himself up and turned to Sansa with a scared look. She simply smiled warmly at the boy and waved him back off to play, his worry and fright gone in an instant.
She turned her head to look at me next, thanking me with her expression alone and it was only then I realized I was still holding her. I ripped my hands away as fast as possible but I could feel in that moment, the gesture had not gone unnoticed.
Sansa squeezed by me and then everyone else at the head table to slip into her chair between Jon and Arya.
Once she was settled I set out looking for an empty spot near where she is. Didn't take long to find not only a seat but the reason for it being unoccupied all this time. Brienne and her crew of annoying motherfuckers had seemingly been saving it for me. Tarth, her round faced shadow, the King Slayer, the fucking Imp, idiot blacksmith and Davos all turned to glance at me when I reached the end of the bench before sitting down so close to the edge I don't know how I didn't fall off.
Thank fuck none of them decided to try and speak to me, instead of returning to their meals or their own conversations and leaving me be. My meal was in front of me before I really noticed it being placed down. But before I could dig in I had to acknowledge the fact that I had felt someone watching me from the moment I walked into The Great Hall.
Turning my head slightly to the right I lock gazes with none other than Jon Snow or should I say Targaryen, our true king. He doesn't react at all when I find him watching me, instead we engage in a strange staring contest. Neither of us wanting to back down first.
I can't place exactly what emotions are running behind his eyes and trying to push their way onto his face. The only ones that slip out for certain are surprise and confusion. Same as the old man from earlier, I don't see any angry or disgusted feelings trying to shove their way to the surface.
I know that I'm no mind reader nor am I close with the once thought to be bastard boy, I can only hope that my thoughts are correct as it will make everything easier and better in the end. He finally looks away when the silver haired girl talks to him and I keep my eyes on my food for the rest of supper.
And in that moment, even I wasn't aware of the magnitude of change and news that Jon would return to in only a fortnight.