Thank you again to everyone who is reading and enjoying this story! If you haven't noticed, I really enjoy the sexy times between these two, so expect them to continue and get more and more explicit. If that is not your thing, then I'd abandon this ship.

Sansa:

Sansa was clutching Sandor's hand. He is so strong, so big. I love the feeling him touch me. Even holding my hand like this. Who would have ever thought that Sandor would hold my hand? Who would ever think that my other hand would be covered in...Sandor's pleasure? Whatever you call this stuff. Mother and Septa Mordane would be shocked. I would have been shocked. Not anymore. Sandor's been a bad influence on me! Sansa giggled to herself as she let Sandor lead the way. She liked the feelings and the attitude Sandor brought out of her. She was more of a wolf now than ever before, thanks to him. And safe. And happy. Sandor gave her that and had promised to continue it. Why shouldn't they both get pleasure out of the situation? He wanted her and she wanted him. What could be more simple than that? The game of thrones is never this simple, but I don't want to play highborn games anymore. I don't want to be anyone's piece, not even my own. I have an honorable not-knight to protect me and keep me happy, what else should I ever need?

Suddenly, Sansa thought of her mother. Of Robb. Of where Sandor promised to deliver her. Sansa believed that Robb and Catelyn would have to greet Sandor with open arms after she explained what he had done for her since her father was beheaded. She did not think about the fact that they were still playing this game of thrones. Robb was a king now. Sansa a princess. I don't want to be a princess. I want to be with Sandor and live simply. What if they won't let me? Unable to face this thought, Sansa shook it from her mind. She chose, instead, to concentrate on the feel of Sandor's warm hand holding her own, so gently for someone so huge. She thought of the vague tingling she still felt between her legs after giving Sandor his pleasure minutes earlier. She thought of the husky way Sandor spoke and groaned, and the look on his face when she pushed him over the edge. These thoughts were happier and less complicated than thoughts of her future.

When they got down the stream, Sandor pulled off Sansa's top completely and had her kneel down by the water. She washed her hand in the water first, and then raised her hand to wipe her breasts clean.

"Let me, Little Bird." Sandor was close to her ear when he rasped these words. The sound shot straight to her smallclothes.

"Isn't that improper, Sandor?" She looked up at him, scandalized and he laughed in her face.

"You're worried about improper now, girl? It's my come. I've had to clean this kind of mess many times in the past and, I imagine, many times in the future. The thought of me rubbing it off your gorgeous breasts is getting me hard again, though. Can't think of one fucking thing I'd rather do."

Sansa gasped as his large hand, full of water, came up to her left breast. She shuddered as the cold water touched her, but shivered in pleasure as Sandor's hand caressed her breast. It was long past clean when he stopped to gather water to clean her other breast. He paid the same attention to this one, rubbing and pulling much longer than he needed to. Sansa was moaning against him. She was aching and wanted him desperately to touch her in between her legs but was too shy to ask him. Stupid Sansa, after all you've done since last night, why are you finding your modesty now?

Luckily, however, Sandor didn't need to be asked. He gathered her in his arms and sprinted back to the cave. He laid her down and kissed her hard. He was cradled between her legs as he lowered his mouth over her breasts again, rougher than he had been before. She loved this more powerful feeling. There were seconds when she wasn't sure if it felt good or if it hurt, but that just made her even more aroused. After a few more minutes of exquisite sucking, licking, and nipping, Sansa could feel Sandor's hand tracing down her body. She was still shirtless and she suddenly thought she would love to be completely naked before him.

He makes you feel good. It is ok.

She stopped him and stared into his eyes. They were hooded with lust. She took her arms from around his neck and pulled down her smallclothes, leaving her bare under him. His eyes grew wide and he drew away from her as he took in the sight of her naked, eyes raking over every inch of her body. She was worried she had gone too far when he surged back to her with a vengeance, pressing his hard manhood through his breeches on top of the hair covering her woman's place. His chest was pressed into hers and she found herself loving the feeling of his strong body squirming against her own. His kiss was urgent and demanding, his tongue sweeping into her mouth possessively. She melted into him totally, losing herself to the sensations of her bare skin on him, wishing he was bare too, but waiting for him to take charge again.

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck dog, slow down! Sandor desperately tried to stop grinding his cock against her cunt. He tried to stop his hands from sliding down his Little Bird's body, finally touching her perfect cunt. Fuck, so wet, so hot. He couldn't believe that this was happening and he had no control to stop it. Sandor slowly starting rubbing the little nub above her opening, wanting to give her pleasure, but trying to not to penetrate her, even with his fingers. His fingers were long and thick and he needed to get away from her and think before anything like that happened. At least he wanted to, but at this point, there were no guarantees. At this point, Sandor was thinking with his cock, which was screaming to be inside the girl. Little Bird, Little Bird, your Little Bird, not a whore, not some girl. Don't be stupid dog!

No matter what went on in his head, Sandor did not stop rubbing Sansa. He couldn't stop himself from talking to her either.

"So wet, Little Bird. Is that for me? Is it? Tell me Sansa." Sandor sounded pathetically desperate to his own ears, but he was well past the point of caring.

"Yes, Sandor, yes, for you. You make me so wet. I love how you make me feel all the time."

"Tell me, how's that feel, huh?" His rubbing was getting erratic, he could feel her cunt clenching and longed to plunge his fingers into her to push her over the edge.

"It feels so good, Gods! Like nothing I've ever felt! Even better than last night. I'm so close. Please, please, please..." Sansa was whimpering and begging under him. It took all of his remaining control to not pull down his pants and shove himself inside her right then and there. Instead, he focused on rubbing her faster and harder, willing her to catch the release she was chasing.

"Come on, Little Bird. Let yourself go. Come for me." He crashed his lips to hers, swallowing her wail as she stiffened and her orgasm tore through her body, leaving her shivering and panting beneath him.

Sandor couldn't believe how hard he was again. The Little Bird is going to be the death of you, dog. You're too old for this. He also was struggling to stay in control of his body. She had sung so sweetly for him as she came, and on command too. He liked that about his Little Bird and hoped it stayed that way.

Sansa was completely naked and his eyes drunk in the sight of her again. Her legs were splayed open still. Her chest was heaving while she tried to catch her breath. Her mouth was open slightly and her eyes were staring dreamily up at the ceiling of the cave. She was so fucking tempting in this position. I could have her so easily right now. And she would let me. Bugger that, she wouldn't even have to let me. Not like she can fight me off, stupid bird. Why is she doing this with you? Don't forget, you're just an old, ugly dog. The Little Bird must be confused, pretending you're her fucking savior or something. You're not her savior dog, you'll fucking destroy the girl. She's too good for you.

Abruptly, Sandor jerked himself off of Sansa and all but ran out of the cave. He had to get away before he did something stupid. And he had to get control of himself. Stalking as far away from the cave as he dared, he started pacing around. His cock was still aching and Sandor was angry that it wouldn't go down. Stupid fucking prick, doesn't know when enough is enough. He loosened his laces and pulled out his cock, pumping it fast and hard. He remembered how he left Sansa, laid out for him and coming down from her high. He could still taste her on his lips and smell her on his body. He was panting, truly a dog now, bugger me, as he chased his orgasm. He growled and grunted, thrusting his hips in time with his hand. Come on, damn it! Sandor took no pleasure from his peak as it came on him. He released into the air and it felt like a punishment.

Quickly, he put his cock away and started pacing again. No more than an animal, damn me. What the fuck am I doing with this girl? What the fuck am I doing to this girl? She's a highborn maiden, not your personal chew toy, dog. I don't know what in the seven hells the girl is thinking, but I need to put a stop to this and now. Finally got what I wanted, only to realize that it's not right for Sansa. Lucky fuck. Well enjoy the memories, because you can't let it happen again. She is too young, too bloody naive to realize what they fuck is going on, and you know that you'll ruin her. She is a princess now. She'll be married off to some honorable fucking lord who better fucking treat her right. But that is a good future for her. One she deserves. She doesn't deserve some ugly, sick minded brute who just wants to shove his cock in her as often as he can. She deserves someone gentle who can love her.

Sandor stopped dead in his tracks. Love. There it was. It wasn't the first time he thought about loving his Little Bird. It was the first time he realized it was true and just how powerful that was. And it was the first time he realized that loving her also meant letting her go.

Can you, dog? Can you let her go?

"Sandor?"

Turning around he saw his beautiful Little Bird. Her hair was messy and she still had a blush on her cheeks and neck. She had wrapped herself in his cloak again, instead of dressing herself. She had chirped his name so quietly and so sweetly.

Fuck me.

"Go back to the cave girl. Leave me be." He barked at her.

"Sandor, why did you-"

"I said leave me alone, Sansa! Go back to the cave. Get dressed. We have to leave before someone finds us here." He was shouting at her. Stupid dog, you could at least try to do this gently.

Sansa stood up taller instead of shrinking away, like he hoped she would.

"Please do not yell at me, Sandor. I would know why you ran away from me like that. What did I do that was so wrong to rip you from me so suddenly?" She looked down at her feet with her last statement. Sandor wanted to pull her into his arms and kiss her then. Tell her she was a crazy Little Bird to think she could ever do something wrong, especially to him. Instead, he grabbed her chin in his hand, hard, and pulled her face up to look at him again. He imagined back to a time when she looked at him with fear and disgust. Imagined her looking at Joffrey the way she was looking at him now.

"I was done with you, girl. I got what I wanted. Sansa Stark, the proper little princess, panting and begging for a dog to make her come and then jerking him off with her own, dainty hands. I gave you what you wanted, took what I wanted. What more did you want of me? Another round? I can't fuck you, girl and we have to move, before we are caught. And I want to keep my head on my shoulders. Best way to do that, is to bring you to your kingly brother. So go do as I told you. And next time you find yourself aching between your fucking legs, learn to take care of it yourself!" Sandor used his hold on her face to push her back, not roughly, but forcefully enough to let her know the danger she was in if she kept ignoring his directions.

Sansa stumbled slightly and looked at him with tears in her eyes. She opened her mouth to speak, but closed it again before any sound left her throat. She turned on her heals, then, and ran back to the cave. Sandor followed her, without her knowing it. He watched her cry and trip her way back to the cave. Saw her enter it. He turned away again, then and sat down heavily on a rock nearby. Nicely done, dog. Now she hates you again. Best fucking thing you could ever do for her.