Author Note:
Mature content ahead. You've been warned.
"I…Well…" Sansa stuttered, his grip firm on her chin. She swallowed and stared unblinking into his eyes. They were gray, the colour of charcoal. The colour of a dreary sky. The sky before a storm.
"Nothing to say, little bird?" he pulled her closer, his breath tickling her lips. Her lower lip threatened to tremble.
Sansa went to open her mouth but then closed it firmly and shook her head the best she could against his hand. Her hair was hanging over her shoulders, brushing against his chest as he propped himself up on one elbow. She had nothing to say. Her mind was spinning in circles. All she could think of was the Hound touching her, kissing her, marking her. Her belly felt warmer the longer he held her close. Without warning, his mouth was on hers. Her eyes closed on contact, purely from instinct. He opened his mouth and licked her lower lip with the tip of his tongue. Sansa didn't react. Her body stiffened, her heart hammered, and her palms began to sweat.
He pulled back slightly, his lips brushing hers as he said, "Open your mouth for me, little bird." Sansa complied as he pulled her by her chin back towards his waiting mouth. She parted her lips and let his tongue dance with hers. He tasted like wine and something else. Something she couldn't quite place. "That's it," he pulled back a bit and waited for her eyes to open. Sansa's eyes opened part of the way, her lips feeling swollen.
She stared at his face, an inch from hers. "Are you going to touch me again?"
The Hound watched her carefully, his face unchanging. The seriousness never left his features. It seemed that he was choosing not to answer as he sat up the rest of the way and pushed Sansa down to the ground, her back against the blankets. The blankets underneath her began bunching as he shifted to hover over her, his breeches noticeably strained. Sansa felt her heartbeat quicken, if that were possible, and her legs began to tremble as he put his hands on either side of her head and used his knee to part her legs. One of his knees rested on the ground between hers, the other next to her thigh. Sansa watched him take one of his hands and place is on her thigh over the skirt of her dress. Sansa clutched the blankets, her chest heaving as he watched his hand instead of her face. She didn't resist as he pulled her dress up, higher and higher until she felt the chill of the night on the insides of her thighs, on her core, where the aching was most strong. She remembered forgoing small clothes, the thought immediately shoved to the front of her mind. In the moment, she didn't care.
"You should tell me to stop, little bird," the Hound said gruffly as he ran his hand up her thigh, his fingers brushing against the tuft of hair between her legs.
Sansa felt like her voice went somewhere far away. She felt unable to speak. He looked up at her and she stared back at him, her eyelids feeling droopy, her body begging him to touch her. It felt like it took a lot of effort to choke out, "I don't think I can." It came out as a mumble as his fingers found her folds and ran up to the nub that caused her to shudder and let out a noise she didn't know her mouth could make.
His hand paused at the sound she made. Sansa had closed her eyes and felt him stop. She opened her eyes and watched him watching her, the same way they used to. The only difference being his hand somewhere she never wanted it to leave. His fingers moved down to her entrance, spreading wetness over her woman's place. She whimpered as his fingers moved in circles around the sensitive bud. It felt like an electric current was running through her as he gathered wetness from her opening and spread it over her center. Bliss was the only feeling she felt. Her eyes stayed shut, her body leaning into his touch. Sansa had no idea how easy it was to give in, to move without her knowledge, her hips leaving the ground to make his fingers press harder against her. She had no concept of the noises escaping her lips until she was silenced by his mouth. His tongue was greedy in her mouth, his teeth grinding against hers with need. She moaned into his open mouth as a single finger hovered at her entrance, teasing her, almost asking permission.
Sansa pulled back from his mouth and watched his face harden, his brow furrow. He's hesitating. Her mind was clouded, but she could register the hesitation written across his features. "Please," she muttered quietly as she stared into his eyes, her chest moving up and down quickly, her breasts straining against the tight fabric of the bodice of her dress.
He didn't answer with words, but with his finger entering her. Sansa widened her eyes as his finger slid into her most precious place. The moonlight was kissing the pale flesh of her exposed thighs as he moved his hand back and forth, his finger moving in and out, the sensation making Sansa hang her mouth open and feel like she was floating. When he added a second finger, the tightness was evident. She felt full, her body stretching to accommodate his fingers as they pumped in and out. The feeling in her stomach was becoming overwhelming. Sansa pushed her legs together while his fingers were inside of her. She wriggled underneath of him, the feeling driving her crazy.
"Open your legs, little bird," he grunted, his breathing heavy. "I want to see you." She shuddered as he sat back on his knees and used his free hand to pry her legs apart. His free hand gripped her waist roughly, his fingers digging into her skin over the fabric of her dress.
She cried out as his thumb rubbed her most sensitive area while his fingers played with her entrance and drove into her with a sudden force that made her body shift against the blankets, her head almost hitting the trunk of the tree behind her. "I…" she stopped, uncertain of what she wanted to say, so instead she moaned, closing her mouth and pressing her lips together firmly against the sound that erupted from her throat. She was seeing stars.
He hovered over her, his hand beside her head again, his other hand moving between her legs with a speed that made Sansa's core burn. He leaned in close, she felt his mouth brush hers and without knowing what to do, she took his mouth with hers. Her tongue lashed out and captured the inside of his mouth while his fingers curled inside of her. She released her grip on the blankets and wrapped her arms around the Hound's neck, pulling him closer. One of her hands went to cup the burned side of his face, but he almost pulled away. It was enough for her to go back to his neck, to avoid the scarred flesh and the near rejection. She loved the feeling of his teeth knocking into hers. The movement of their mouths and the clashing of their teeth made Sansa's jaw ache, but it was nothing compared to the feeling building in the pit of her stomach. She started to feel overwhelmed. The stars she was seeing began bursting behind her eyelids. She parted from his mouth just long enough to cry out as her limbs went numb and the feeling of complete bliss blanketed over her. His fingers moved once, then twice, pumping in her slowly until she unclenched and he slid his fingers out of her. She felt empty as her eyes opened lazily and watched him stand, the strain in his breeches more noticeable than ever.
Without a word, the Hound walked past the horses and into the forest. Sansa almost asked where he was going, but she felt so light and carefree that she didn't bother. She looked down at her dress bunched around her waist, the red hair between her legs glistening from the wetness that spilled from her. A sheen of sweat was over her entire body. After several minutes she found the strength to sit up and pull her dress down, her legs feeling wobbly and her arms feeling like pudding. She ran her hands through her hair to untangle it from her moving over the blankets with the force of his thrusts.
She reached for her water skin next to her blankets and took a long drink. She didn't know how parched she was until she began swallowing the water greedily, almost draining her skin. Sansa was slowly coming back to reality, the bliss vanishing, her body feeling heavy with exhaustion. The chill of the night was creeping back, when before she had felt almost feverish. The Hound was nowhere to be seen, and Sansa began to feel panicked. Where did he go? Where would he have gone? Did I do something wrong? Just as she went to stand up he came back from between the horses. He paused when he saw her sitting up and watching him.
"Go to sleep, little bird." He went to the water and splashed it over his face before returning to their blankets. He picked up her cloak and draped it over her shivering body. Sansa had only just begun to notice how cold it was getting.
"Where did you go?" her voice felt very small, almost a squeak. She laid down and watched him touch his armor and sword, adjusting them against the trunk of the tree before he laid next to her, his cloak draped over his body.
"Don't concern yourself," he muttered.
Sansa went quiet. She laid on her side, facing him. She willed him to look at her, even just a glance would suffice. But he was either ignoring her very well, or didn't care. His eyes were closed, his breathing becoming even with sleep. Sansa felt confused. Her heart began to ache. Her body was heavy with exhaustion and the remnants of pure ecstasy, but she felt empty and almost sad. Where did he go? Why did he leave? Sansa tried to stay awake, tried to watch his face in hopes of finding the answers, but her eyelids felt heavy. Before her eyes closed, she couldn't help but remember that when he laid next to her, the strain in his breeches was no longer there.
The relationship between Sansa and the Hound is moving forward, but there is still some obvious tension. Reviews are lovely.