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Note: Well finally we made it to the delicious chapter, and I must say I'm still smiling about this one. Not too long before we end this story, it's been a nice ride. After this I promise I'll go back to Of Duty and Will. It's always the case with me that I start on and write any idea that comes to mind, but it sets me back in finishing stories in a timely manner. I'm so envious of writers who can write one story and stick to it.

Chapter 6: The Joys of Confession

His beautiful captor dropped two huge ice cubes in two glasses and poured a healthy amount of Jack Daniels into each. She pushed one glass over to him and kept one for herself. Then leaning back on the couch and patting her shotgun, she nodded for him to begin.

Sandor sighed and closed his eyes a moment. Then taking a swig of his drink he looked at her again. Her crystal blue eyes were penetrating, warning him of the cost of continued lying.
Sandor covered his mouth with his hand a moment and then did his best to begin.

"Well …. Uh … I don't even know where to start." He managed.

"From the beginning is usually best." Her words dripping with sarcasm.

He snorted in frustration. "I'm on the run. Have been for a year." He paused a moment to judge her expression, but got nothing he could work with. "All that shit going on down south that your sister keeps investigating was the work of Gregor. Of that I'm almost certain."

She drank deep from her glass, "And?"

"My brother and I run a business down in Houston. We import things so you don't have . . . issues with the authorities…" he scratched his head in an uncharacteristically nervous fashion, ". . .it's a kind of insurance if you will. Not totally legal, but not totally illegal either."

"Uh huh." Sansa said, clearly no impressed by his explanation.

'Shit' he cursed to himself as he took another swig of his liquor. "So one night I go down to the docks and open the "wrong" container." Sandor shook his head, "There were young women and boys in there Sansa."

He could tell by the expression on her face that she wasn't following him.

"You know, sex slaves, human trafficking, what the fuck ever they call it." Sandor raised his voice without meaning to. "Gregor had changed the business without telling me."

Sansa's eyes were widening in fear and disgust. "What did you do then?"

"I took my share of the money and I left." He sat back on the couch, he knee only a few inches from Sansa's.

"You just left?" She cocked her head to the side. "You didn't report it to the police or try to do anything about it?" The anger in her voice was rising.

"If I had, Gregor wouldn't have just paid us a friendly visit today. He would have killed all of us." He was serious now, "You see how your sister and her ginger backup move so fucking slow it hurts. They can't arrest anybody, or even get a fucking restraining order for that cunt of an ex you have. No, I'd rather take my own chances in freedom."

"You think being on the run is freedom? More like teetering at freedom's edge." Sansa threw up her hands in exasperation. "Running from some big bad boogie man isn't the answer Sandor, and it certainly isn't freedom." Her chest heaved up and down, showing her level of anger and frustration at the entire situation.

'She's right.' Was all Sandor could think to himself as he eyed Sansa on the couch.

"We have to do something." She said, after a long pause.

"Not we." Sandor retorted, "Me. I have to do something, you'll not get tangled up in this."

"With Joffrey involved, consider me forever intertwined in your shit." She said with a half chuckle.

Sandor's eyes widened, she continued, "Yeah I heard a lot of what you two said in the shop. Enough to know that your brother was tipped off. The fire at the Baratheon ranch made the radio on my way to the shop. . . so . . ."

Sandor could only smile weakly and put his face in his hands. Yeah he'd started that fire as revenge for the concussion, but he hadn't wanted her to get involved, nor had he wanted to drag her into a feud where the logical end to it was death. No, he'd wanted to get his bike fixed, live with the temporary illusion that he could have a pretty, smart, handy woman love him for a bit - then leave.

'And you can't even get that right.' He chastised himself.

Sansa put her hand on his leg, her cold expression from earlier giving way to a more conciliatory gaze. "So how serious do you reckon your brother is about getting this money? Can you just give it back to him and that's that?"

'You are so innocent Little Bird,' Sandor chuckled to himself, 'You can't even know how cute that is.'

"The money is part of it." He started, "But he won't stop until all those who know about his little operation are dead or not talking anymore."

"And you are totally sure he's capable of killing? Some big boys are all bark and no bite." She said, her cute little smile back for the first time in days.

'Well, since I'm pouring my fucking heart out here.' Sandor inhaled deeply, he'd never told anybody what he was about to tell her now, and the weight of it was more than he had expected it to be.

Barely making eye contact he started, "He did this to my fucking face when we were kids, so I'm pretty fucking sure he's ok to kill me and you and anybody else who stands in his way."

At this Sansa's eyelids fluttered a few extra times, processing his words much slower than they had come out of his mouth. She got on her knees and moved closer to him on the couch, getting closer to the burned side of his face. Sandor turned away, though not very effectively as she was on his bad side.

"He did this to you?" She asked, in a low voice, almost as if she were talking to herself.

"I don't need your pity." Sandor spat, clearly uncomfortable under her critical eye.

A moment passed, an uncomfortable moment for Sandor before she spoke, turning his face to look at her, "Oh I have no pity for you Sandor." Her beautiful blue eyes looking straight into his brown ones, "I'm just amazed."

Before he could collect his thoughts enough to reply she spoke again, "I'm amazed at how, after all that, you can be so kind to people. Kind, protective, even…"

Her voice trailed off and Sandor wasn't quite sure who made a move first, only that their lips met each other with equal force. She had straddled him where he sat on the couch with surprising speed, all the distance built up over the last two days between them gone. It was as if the fuse of their sexual tension had been lit and there was no putting it out. They were in a race to peel each other's shirts off, pulling them off the other person with surprising speed and precision, only barely breaking their kiss. For as much as he wanted to admire the cute little freckles that covered her chest, Sandor was extremely distracted by her little hands skillfully working at his belt and pants. Knowing he had to do something in the frenzy he managed, in what seemed like a very skillful move but was really just a lucky one, to unfasten her cute little white bra before before she pulled his jeans and underwear down to his ankles in one move and settled herself on the floor between his legs.

"Oh shit!" Sandor moaned as the little vixen wasted no time in capturing his cock with her mouth. She shot him a cheeky satisfied little grin as she experimented with just how much she could take in her mouth at once.

He didn't give a shit what she did or how she did it, just that she was doing it to him. She was also looking at him, not cringing away or trying to look at a point on the wall past him, this beautiful little beast was looking right at him. Moreover, she was enjoying him squirming under her strokes, reacting to her tongue on his most sensitive areas, groaning as she gently massaged his balls in her free hand. Oh this girl was dangerous, dangerously close to ending this little trist before it really began.

Reaching his hand out, Sandor took hold of her jaw stopping her mid stroke. Their eyes met and he couldn't help but take a moment to enjoy the view, her mouth barely containing his girth, her long white fingers firmly gripping him at the base. Yeah it made one pretty picture he wouldn't soon forget. Still maintaining eye contact and not moving her head, she rolled her tongue along his frenulum, flicking her slick mouth muscle over the tip of his cock and tasting the small bit of lubrication it had produced. It was that little look of savoring his taste that could have put him over the edge, could have had her wipe up her face and call it a night. But no, there were so many things he wanted to do to this little lady and tonight might be his only chance.

After taking a brief second to control his arousal he breathed, "Take off your clothes. I wanna see that cute little ass."

She complied, though somewhat reluctantly. Sansa released him from her mouth and used his legs to pick herself up from the floor. Artfully avoiding the coffee table, she took a few steps back so he could get a look at her, and look he did. Her thin frame was gifted with a fantastic set of rounded tits, their little pink nipples at full attention. The bit of freckles she had on her face, made an enticing trail down her neck and chest adding an extra beauty to what was already picture perfect. Sandor gripped his manhood and gave it a good stroke, waiting to see what was next.

Sansa kicked of her shoes and socks rather unceremoniously and began to undo her belt. She was clearly spurred on by lust in his eyes. Lust coursed through his veins and through his whole body actually, but it was clearly the most noticeable in his eyes and cock. Sandor smiled to see that she was definitely taking a good look at both as she slid her jeans over her thighs, turning slowly so she was sure to bend over with her bum toward him. The Hound couldn't help but exhale loudly, giving himself another stroke for good measure. When she turned back round to face him she was smiling, her little black thong barely covering anything worthwhile. He stroked himself again watching her eyes hungry devour his engorged cock. Her underwear were gone rather quickly, revealing the front of her hairless little labia and a very aroused clit. She blushed now, showing him a little more of her kitten side and a little less of her tiger side.

Sandor simply made a "come here" gesture with his hand, as he gently moved her shotgun out of range of their bodies and began to remove the back pillows from the couch, making it wider. He laid down now, the couch only just long enough to hold his entire body. Sansa eagerly straddled him at his hips again, running both her hands through his thick chest hair. He could feel her wetness rub on his cock and it was probably the best fucking thing in the world. As she made a motion to line him up with her entrance he grabbed her hips tightly, so that she couldn't move.

"No no." Sandor began, the most teasing way he knew how. "You don't get to ride that," he looked down toward his cock, "before you ride this." He flicked his tongue at her. She shot him a questioning look, "I gotta be sure you can handle it before I let you on it, Little Bird."

She raised an eyebrow in suspicion and curiosity, then moved herself to straddle his face. Sandor caught her milky thighs in his hands and gave her a good look from underneath. It was a fucking beautiful view. Her sweet dripping wet pussy lips hovering just over his face, her soft curves leading up to her rounded breasts and red hair framing everything. It wasn't a phrase Sandor used often, but he was one lucky guy. He ran his rough calloused fingers over her clit and pussy for good measure, he wanted to know his terrain before jumping into it. Her slight moan meant she liked the calloused rough feel of his fingers, he bet she'd really like the feeling of his stubble running across the inside of her thighs. He brought her pussy onto his tongue and began to lick, flick and play with the sweet sweet thing he had in front of him. Sandor had always loved the female anatomy, enjoyed touching it, kissing it, tasting it and of course, satisfying it. He didn't get the opportunity to indulge in his love too often though. Occasionally he'd bring a girl home for a night or two of sex, then he could explore and revel in her pleasure. On the nights where he would choose to simplify his life and spent some hours on a pretty whore he wouldn't do it at all. Those times were for his pleasure, not theirs. But Sansa was far from that, she was a little she wolf ready to explore her world.

It wasn't long at all before she was dragging her soft sweet lips over his tongue of her own volition. Using his nose and chin as different points to press on or rub against. The shuddering little moan that escaped her lips as she ran her clit over his stubbled chin was fucking priceless. He reached up from behind her thigh and took her breast in his hand. Her eyes were shut, she was moving up and down, impaling herself on his tongue and she barely noticed his grip, she was so focused on his mouth. The Hound was being a good boy, he knew he was, lapping up the sweet honey juices literally pouring out of her. Sansa could be the wettest little thing he'd ever put his paws on, and he wasn't going to let her go away unsatisfied.

She was gripping the arm of the couch now, firmly riding his face and pushing herself closer and closer to orgasim. Sandor punctuated the moment with a slap on her ass, which rang through the house with authority. She laughed then, never breaking her rhythm, eyes squeezed together tight. It wouldn't take her long now, he could feel her inner vaginal muscles clenching around his tongue and chin as she relentlessly dragged herself over him. He was so content to watch her from his intimate vantage point between her legs. She was so beautiful in this moment, sweaty and flushed. Her hair and her tits bouncing wildly as she went on the very serious and goal oriented task of finding her release. Then there it was, this cute little quiver followed by a flood of sweet thick juices covering his lips and beard, slowly seeping down toward his neck. Her little roar was so terribly delicious he could not describe it, she was shuddering, squeezing, squirming all around him. He was at the epicenter of her orgasim, the reason for her unbridled pleasure. She sat back on his chest, her breath labored, her body warm.

There was absolutely nothing more invigorating than having a woman cum all over your face, and Sandor had never been more ready to go. He slid her languid body toward his hips and then gently flipped her so she was on her back on the couch and he was between her knees. Sansa was still breathing hard, coming down from a vigerous warm up orgasim. He gave her a moment, stroking himself gently with one hand and running this other hand down her body. She was a pretty little treat, a delectable little morsel, and she was his. She was only just beginning to open her eyes as Sandor laid his body on top of her, kissing her neck, her taste still strong on his tongue. Sansa was coming back to him now, her fingers lacing themselves in his hair her hips bucking toward his own. He was rubbing himself against her well stimulated nub, hearing her breath hitch and encouraging himself from the little wanton gasps and screams escaping her lips.

It would be impossible to get around satisfying himself soon, his cock demanded it, begged for it as it pulsed and grew more between his legs. She was in for it, Sandor knew it was going to be a tight fit, and that made fucking her all that more enticing. He slid a hand between them and easily found the trail of wetness ending at the entrance of her pussy. The feeling of his head poised to enter made her open her eyes, and brought her hands to his face.

"I want you to look at me when we fuck." She said in a deep heady voice.

It only served to increase the blood flow to his already enviable erection, he liked it when she talked dirty, he liked hearing her curse. He also, very much liked the feeling of her pussy straining against him. His hips moving forward, his penis sheathing itself and her body racing to contain him. It squeezed, it pushed and it fought, but nothing it could do would stop him from filling her completely. She was pulling his hair too, but without knowing it he was almost sure.

"Oh fucking shit! Fuck Fuck!" she was singing it now for the heavens to hear and Sandor just couldn't get enough. She began to hungrily kiss his lips and around his mouth, giving him the naughty satisfaction that she liked the taste of her own juices. Oh she was a dirty little girl, and he was going to have fun with that. It had taken her a few minutes to get used to him, but now she was sliding herself on his cock in his rhythm. They were making sweet fucking music together, accentuated by the slapping of their bodies and make more eloquent by their collective grunts and moans. There was a sweet sensuality to their passion, rounded off by an animalistic desire to procreate.

Sandor suddenly turned Sansa on her side so one of her legs was between his and the other rested on his hip. Holding her hips in place he began to pump her sweet little body, pushing himself deeper than he had before. She was on a collision course now, her arms flailed around wildly trying to grab on to something, to brace herself from his invasion and from the explosion of feeling coursing through her body. Sandor adeptly dodged her hands and chuckled to himself when they found their home in the cushin of the couch. She was digging her fingers so deep he was sure she'd bust the fabric of the old thing. But he didn't care much, the couch wasn't going to last that much longer if he kept fucking her with this intensity anyway. You probably couldn't get the stains they were making on it get out too easily either.

He was close, very close and it was going to be a big one. Sandor bent over his woman now, feeling his hips move more rapidly, his breaths becoming more labored. He leaned down to her ear and whispered in that deep voice he knew most women liked, "Take it girl. Take it, Take…" It seemed that was enough to push them both over the edge, Sansa erupting in a full deep moan and Sandor shuddering, groaning and pushing his cock as far back in her as he could. Few things had been more satisfying in Sandor's life than this particular moment. There was no doubt they were crazy for each other, no doubt that it wasn't just some game. For some ridiculous and incomprehensible reason, Sansa wanted him, she needed him and she accepted him. With all this crazy bullshit, she still wanted to be a part of his life.

"Be honest." He said still on his forearms over her, cheek to cheek with the most gorgeous creature he'd ever laid eyes on. "All I had to do to get that, was to confess? Tell you everything I just told you?"

She smiled into his cheek, wiping some of her matted hair from her face. "Yup. I'd say you're pretty much an idiot for not confessing from the get go."

He raised off her decoupling her from his still half hard penis and sat back. He didn't have to will her to come over and lick him clean, she did it on her own. Her half lidded eyes and smirk telling him all he needed to know.

"Fuck girl. I was already falling in love with you. Now you're working on a marriage proposal."

She giggled at his words, the tip of his penis feeling it in the back of her throat as she licked her juices from him. She was a keeper, more than he deserved.

When she'd had her fill, he brought her between his body and the back of the couch, doing his best to keep her warm. Women always got cold after sex, and he didn't want her to shiver. She snuggled up to him, pressing her soft body against his hard one, throwing a long leg over his own.

"So how do we get rid of Gregor?" she asked, more to herself than to him.

"Way to kill my second erection." He interjected, he'd been looking forward to that.

"Shushhhh." she whispered, bringing a finger to his lips. Her eyes had that concentrated look as she bathed in his warmness.

"Will he come back tomorrow?" She asked, clearly formulating a plan.

"Yeah most likely with backup. He didn't expect you to pull a shotgun on him." Sandor chuckled at that, remembering the look on Gregor's face.

"Okay so, I'm going to make some calls and we're finally going to put this to rest." She said decisively.

"Explain." He said staring up at the ceiling.

At this point she rolled on top of him, so she could look him straight in the eye. "Look, we're both in a bit of a bind. You with your brother and me with Joff. You, me, this town. . . we've all had enough of their lies and intimidation." She paused to see if he was still with her, "So we're going to call the town together and run them out."

Sandor looked unmoved.

Sansa continued, "We know your brother is responsible for all the stuff down south, that's enough to put him away for a while. If we can get him intimidating us and all that, with Joff in toe, we could finally put them away for awhile anyway. Perhaps even a long while."

Sandor considered it for a moment.

"If we don't do something we'll never be really rid of this. Never be free." She pleaded. "It's better to try something than to just sit back and let it happen."

He exhaled deeply, not sure how to play it. The girl had a point, no question, but Gregor knew how to get out of trouble with his hands clean. He also had his eye on her, and that made him more nervous than he cared to admit. He would avoid talk to rape for now, and just stick to the base line. But he'd do anything to put Gregor away, if it meant holding on to this little she-wolf forever.

"What do we have to lose?" He said, not fully convinced but willing to try.

She kissed him on the lips. "Great, I'll call my cousin Jon tonight and see what we can arrange amongst the town. He's up for Mayor this year against Joff, there has to be something we can put together."

Her excitement was infectious, coursing through her little body at such a pace that Sandor could feel it in his own. It made his cock twitch, filled him with desire. Clearly she noticed as well, smiling as he hardened underneath her. They kissed again, longer this time and deeper than before. Sandor slowly sat up, so she was sitting on his lap facing him. He hugged her tighter to him, threatening to squeeze the air from her body. When their lips came apart, they sized each other up daring the other one to make the first move.

Sandor moved his hand between them, moving his cock into position right against her renewed wetness, waiting for her to meet him in the middle so to say. That was when her grin went from playful to devilish. Placing her hand over his, she moved it from her pussy back further so his tip brushed against her tightly sealed little ass hole. His eyes nearly bugged out of his head, he gave her a look like he didn't believe her, that he was sure she'd made some kind of mistake.

"I wanna try." She said, her voice bordering on girlish. A flush covering her from cheeks to chest.

His whisper was almost inaudible, "I didn't know they made little freaks in Winterfell." That made Sansa smile and kiss him again.

It was going to be a long night, but at least if it was going to be his last one, Sandor had no doubt it was going to be a memorable.