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Sandor:

He wasn't sure what woke him. The sun was not up yet and the room was quiet. His Little Bird was exactly where she belonged, snuggled up in his arms, her head resting against his chest. Glancing around the room, Sandor relaxed. Must have been the excitement from your dream, dog.

Sandor had been dreaming of Sansa. He often did. But this one was so much sweeter than any of the others. Because you're guilty, dog. You don't deserve her and you want to.

They were in the cave. This time, he had not left her after she peaked. This time, he looked down at her and he could not fight her. She was beneath him, flushed from her orgasm. Her legs were open in front of him and she was naked as her name day. He was hard as Valyrian steel. In the dream, he had leaned back down and kissed her gently on her lips instead of running away from her. He stared into her eyes and smiled at her.

"I love you, Little Bird," he had whispered to her, softly, and leaned to kiss her again. She stopped him with her hand and stared back into his eyes. She was searching for something there, it seemed.

"Make me yours, Sandor. I need to be yours."

In his dream, he was honorable. In his dream, he argued with her gently. He told her he could not do that to her. He told her that she was made for a handsome, gentle knight, not a lowly dog. He told her that she was worth so much more than he could ever give her. And in his dream, she silenced him.

"You're all I ever wanted, Sandor. Please," she would say. It was all she needed to say.

In his dream his mind would not be filled with lust as he entered her. It would be love and goodness that overtook him. He would not be breaking her maidenhead and ruining her, but completing her, instead. He would make love to her and it would feel pure.

Sansa is having a bad impact on me. She has me dreaming of fairy tales. Fuck fairy tales. Dreams are for suckers, he told himself as he lay awake, feeling his Little Bird in his arms. You could never be that honorable. And if you fuck her it will be fucking just like any other time you've fucked. The only difference will be that you love the woman you'll be fucking. There is nothing sweet or noble about your cock right now. And it is not a sense of goodness that has you clutching this girl. It won't be goodness that guides you, dog. It'll be rough desire, just like always. Bugger it. Take what you can get, fool, and live the life in front of you. What do you want with your dream girl? She is here, in reality. Don't be such an idiot.

Sandor's body was screaming for Sansa. She was intoxicatingly close to him. Her body was flush with his own. He was consumed by her-her body in his arms, her smell in the air; her taste lingering on his lips. He remembered their first night together, when she had innocently ground herself into him. They had come a long way in a mere week. He had denied himself for too long. And now, here he was, a Little Bird sleeping in his arms, and a cock that could be used to crack stone if he wanted it to.

He was desperate and consumed with his memories of her body moving against his own. He could not stop himself from grinding his cock into her now, seeking friction. He felt like he was suffocating, he needed her so badly.

"Little Bird," he whispered into her ear. He gently sucked her earlobe into his mouth and nibbled on it. In his arms, Sansa squirmed, giving his manhood more delicious friction. Sandor moved his mouth from her ear and started kissing down her neck, strong enough to be felt. He stopped and looked up at her once he reached the top of her chest. Sansa was blinking at him sleepily, her mouth slightly parted. He grinned up at her then and kept kissing down, onto her breast over her smallclothes.

Sansa gasped as his mouth worked at one breast and his hand came over to play with the other.

"Sandor," she sighed.

"I'm sorry to wake you, Little Bird. But you feel so good in my arms. It woke me up." He groaned as he slipped his hand under her smallclothes to pull at her nipples.

"Take it off of me, please!" Sansa cried out as Sandor continued to play with one breast under her clothes and suck on the other through the fabric. "I need to feel you, Sandor."

Sandor lifted her top and growled when he saw her breasts, slightly reddened from his attentions, with her nipples hard and reaching toward him. He paused. He wanted more.

"Can I take everything off, Little Bird? I want to see you-all of you. Please. Please let me." Sandor let his hands play with the top of the material that covered her woman's place.

Sansa woke up squirming. She felt as strong lips made their way down her neck, and, for a minute, she thought she still might be dreaming. She had often dreamed of Sandor in this way throughout the past week, and would wake up aching and saddened. Now she woke up aching and ecstatic. Having his hands and mouth on her again was perfect. She had missed it. She wanted it. She wanted everything he could possibly give her.

She hesitated, though, when he asked if he could take all her clothes off. Most of her was screaming, Yes! Of course! Now! But a smaller voice reminded her that last time she had exposed herself completely, he had run from her. She knew, now, that it had nothing to do with her body or her eagerness. It was his goodness that had drove him from her. But still, she couldn't help the bitterness that stung her when she thought of giving this to him again.

She wouldn't give in so easily, she decided, no matter how badly she wanted to.

"You first," she whimpered into his mouth as he played with the fabric at her waist.

"Sansa, I don't know if that is a good idea. I don't know if-uhh."

Sansa snaked her hands down to the front of his breeches and gently pressed on the hardness there, and silenced him.

"Please, take these off. I never truly got to see you the first time. I want to see you, please, Sandor." She was begging him in earnest, trying to pull his laces. Her hands would not cooperate, she realized. They wanted to be everywhere at once on Sandor. One minute she was pressing his cock, the next her hands were running across his bare chest or back, and then she was cupping his face as she kissed him. Too long. It's been too long.

Sandor groaned at her words, begging him to take off his breeches. Take them off, stupid dog! What are you even waiting for? He made quick work of them and was left in his smallclothes. He hesitated briefly, but he knew he would always do what she asked of him. He started to pull them down when two tiny hands stopped him.

"I thought you wanted me to, girl," he rasped.

"Wait. Can I do it, please?"So shy. So innocent, my Little Bird. Asking so nicely. Fuck me.

"Fucking hells, Little Bird. Of course you can do it."

Sandor waited for her hands to pull down his smallclothes but nothing happened. He had closed his eyes as he kissed her again, but now he opened them to see her staring at him intently. Once she made eye contact, she leered at his body, slowly, letting her eyes run down him. He was heating up even more under that stare. She was looking at him like she would eat him alive, and, it occurred to him, this must be a look he had given her a thousand times. Fucking hope she likes that look on my face as much as I like it on hers.

"Stand up, Sandor."

"Sansa-" he groaned.

"Please. I can't get them off you while you're laying down and I want to see you!"

Sandor scrambled to get off the bed. He wanted her. And he wanted to make her happy. You're acting like a fucking child of two and ten, dog! She's almost half your age. Calm the fuck down and act like you have some fucking experience! Even as he thought this, he knew it was useless. He was wrapped around her finger.

Sansa sat up in the bed and looked up at him. She seemed so tiny in that position, but still so powerful. He would bend to whatever will she had, it didn't matter that he could crush her under one hand.

Slowly, Sansa kneeled on the bed. She leaned towards his chest and placed a gentle kiss on his stomach. His cock twitched. Leaning in again, Sansa traced one of his scars with her tongue. Her hands busied themselves then, running up and down his length, oh so lightly, over his smallclothes. Sandor needed more pressure, more friction. He grabbed her arms and pulled her roughly up his chest and kissed her hard.

"You're fucking killing me, girl," he growled.

"You'll survive."

He loved when his Little Bird showed her claws.

"Stop teasing, or you will be sorry, Little Bird. I'll give as good as I get," his warning was low and it left her positively burning between her legs.

Sandor released her and she sunk back down to her knees in front of him. She resumed kissing his stomach, but this time she was decidedly moving down, towards his manhood. His cock was straining to reach her. I want her mouth. I want to be in her mouth. Oh, gods, control yourself dog! Let her run the show this time! It was all he could do to not force her head down to where he needed it.

He is letting me play with him, he must really feel badly about the things he said to me. Sansa grinned to herself as she kissed down his stomach. She could feel the tension as she grew near his manhood. I have no idea what I'm doing. This just feel so good and exciting and fun! I never thought it could be this way. I always imagined fierce declarations of love that were solemn and serious. This is so much simpler than that. I know I love him. I want him to love me. I have nothing to prove. I have nothing to be scared of. I can just be with him. I've never been so happy in my life.

Despite her innocence and inexperience, Sansa found herself willing and eager to play and experiment. Sandor had put her in a position of power over him and she wanted to see where she could push it to. She wanted to explore this power and see how she could make him react. The Queen told me that a woman has a weapon between her legs. I guess this is what she meant.

Slowly, she kissed down his stomach. She felt his manhood move and twitch as she did so. Interesting.

Finally, when she got to the smallclothes at his waist, Sansa licked under it. Sandor gasped at that and groaned out, "Seven fucking hells girl." Liking this reaction, she decided to push him farther. She took the material in her teeth and slowly dragged it down at his hip. Half of the smallclothes followed her mouth as she dragged it down his thigh. She licked her way over to the other side, her tongue following the diagonal line she had created and getting dangerously close to his throbbing cock that was still caught in his smallclothes. Sandor was muttering obscenities and trembling slightly as she took the other side of the smallclothes in her teeth and tugged.

Sandor grunted loudly as his cock finally sprang free and his Little Bird dropped his smallclothes from her teeth. Gods this girl has spirit! Never in my sickest fantasies did I think she would ever be this exciting and bloody playful. Where the fuck did she come from? Why the FUCK does she want me? Bugger me, I am the luckiest bastard in the world. And she is still so innocent besides! Everything she does is one hundred fucking times more perfect because she is so good and pure!

Sandor held his breath as he watched his Little Bird take in the sight of him naked for the first time. She had felt him before, but she never really saw him until now. His cock was much like the rest of him, big and brutish. He was long and thick, and, right now, he was as hard as he had ever been. Sandor knew he made an imposing sight for an experienced whore, let alone his innocent Little Bird. He watched as her eyes widened and her body stiffened. She drew away from him slightly, unconsciously.

"It's ok, Little Bird. I can put them back on," his voice was still rough with arousal, but there was a sadness in it now he was ashamed to hear from himself.

"No!" Sansa answered him quickly and firmly. "You truly are beautiful, Sandor. I know you don't think so. But you are. So beautiful and so powerful." Sandor watched as her eyes ran up and down his body again and again. She looked mesmerized. Then her eyes found his and he noticed a look of determination and hunger there. Fuck, if I didn't love her before, I sure as hell love her now.

Sandor pulled his Little Bird back up and kissed her fiercely. He poured everything he was feeling into that kiss, hoping she would know what it meant without saying it. He felt her mound as it brushed his lower stomach and felt his cock nudging at her thigh as he kissed her. Sandor opened her legs, then, and wrapped them around his waist. He clung to her desperately as he kissed her. I never want to let this girl go. I won't ever be able to let her go again. You're truly a goner now, dog.

Suddenly, Sandor noticed that Sansa had snaked her hand down his chest to grab at his cock. He gasped into her mouth and dropped her back on the bed.

"You'll be the death of me, Little Bird."

"No I won't, Sandor. I'll be the opposite." Fuck me.

"Is it my turn now, Sansa? Can I take off the rest of your clothes? Please Little Bird, I want to feel you against me. Won't you let me, now?" Sandor sounded desperate to his own ears, but he didn't care. I need her naked under me. Gods, please!

Sansa lifted herself from the bed and stood next to him. She pushed on his stomach and gestured for him to sit down in front of her. When he complied, she took one of his huge hands in her own. She kissed his fingers softly. Then, staring into his eyes, she took his hand and placed it on her waist, just below her breast. She did the same with his other hand. Then, she leaned into him and breathed, "Kiss me," into his ear. She can make me into a puppet for all I care. Bugger me, I'll become one willingly if it means that she is mine and that I can spend the rest of my days following her around and making her happy.

Sandor kissed her in between her breasts and then down her stomach, towards her woman's place, mimicking the treatment she gave him earlier. She was sighing and gasping and trembling beneath his mouth. When he got to her smallclothes, he licked around her waist, just under the fabric like she had done for him. Then, he looked back up at her and slid his hands down and under the material. He slid his hands back around her body and down, grasping and rubbing her backside under the smallclothes. He repeated that motion a few more times, each time drawing a more powerful gasp from Sansa. Finally, he returned his mouth to her and used his teeth to tug down her smallclothes, more forcefully than she had been with him.

Sandor had his Little Bird in front of him, naked as her name day, for the second time. I can die happily. Lucky fucking bastard that I am. She was breathtaking. Her breasts were full and round, her stomach was smooth and mostly flat, her hips flared out just enough, her mound was covered with bright red hair, and her legs were long and thin. Perfect. She is fucking perfect. A fucking angel. And you love her. Remember that, dog. You can be good for her if you actually try.

Sandor grabbed her hips and dragged her towards him again. He resumed his kissing, starting at her waist and moving down. He moved her so she was standing in front of him, her legs parted and he had kneeled in front of her now. He kissed down her leg as his hands smoothed her backside. He then licked back up her thigh and Sansa whimpered.

He flipped her, then, so that she was sitting on the bed. Looking into her eyes, he put his big hands on her knees and pushed her legs apart, feeling her muscles tense slightly. He stared at her perfect, pink, cunt. A maiden. Completely unused and untouched, except by your own dirty hands, dog. He started to kiss and lick and nip her leg from her knee and was moving toward her woman's place. He felt Sansa stiffen a bit more.

"Relax, Little Bird. I promise I'll make you feel better than you did before. I need to taste you, girl. I bet you are fucking delicious." Sandor groaned these words against her inner thigh as he continued toward her cunt. Just as he was reaching the center, though, he pulled away and started on her other leg, wickedly teasing her.

"Sandor," she breathed, "please. I need you to touch me, please." He liked to hear her beg a little.

"Told you, Little Bird. I'll give what I got. You teased me. Now it's my turn to play with you." He started kissing up her stomach again, this time starting directly above the hairline at her mound.

Sansa wanted to scream in frustration. He had set her on the bed, kneeling between her legs and promised to make her feel even better than he had last time. Told her he'd taste her. It sent delicious shivers across her body when he said those words, and, although she felt a moment of uncertainty, she trusted Sandor. Then he started kissing her everywhere but where he knew she needed him to be.

Now he was still kneeling in front of her, but he had moved his body in between her legs. He was kissing up her stomach and licking under her breasts. His arms were wound across her back and he was holding her to him tightly. He finally took a nipple in his mouth and sucked at it, hard. Sansa couldn't help the moan that escaped her lips. He repeated the action several times then moved to the opposite breast. Sansa desperately tried to close her legs to get some friction to woman's place, but Sandor's body was in the way. Feeling what she was trying to do, though, Sandor pulled her by her backside so that her cunt was pushed up against his hard stomach. Biting down on her nipple, not too hard, Sandor used his hands to guide her hips as he ground her against him. Sansa cried out, the feelings were so intense. He was grinding her and biting her. He was rougher than he was last time, but she welcomed it. Everything feels so real. I feel like these memories are burning into my skin. I want more, gods!

Sandor continued this for another few minutes until Sansa could feel her peak crashing down on her. Just as she was about to go over the edge though, he pushed her back away from him and starting kissing down her body again.

"Sandor! Please!" she cried out in frustration.

She heard him chuckle darkly as he kissed further and further down, keeping her legs parted with his hands.

"Don't worry, Little Bird. I'll give you what you need."

And he did. His mouth descended on her cunt then. Sansa felt him suck on her little nub above her opening. Sandor used his arms to anchor her where he wanted her. Her hips were lifted off the bed slightly and her mound was pushed up against his face. It felt so good, Sansa couldn't help throwing her body back on the bed, grinding her hips in rhythm with his licking and sucking.

Sandor's fingers itched to move to his Little Bird's opening. No, dog. That would be a huge mistake. Just your mouth, like a good dog! He was worried about what any kind of penetration would lead to, and he told himself he would take it slowly. He needed to give her a chance to get used to him, used to this. He needed to know if it was him or just these feelings she wanted. She was young and he knew what it felt like to be that young, to be a slave to your hormones. Too young to realize how serious these actions were. If you ruin her, dog, you can at least make sure she actually wants you to be the one to do it. Take your fucking time! Enjoy this!

So he tried to enjoy what she was giving him without taking anything more. It wasn't hard to, but he couldn't deny he wanted everything. He focused on her taste in his mouth (absolutely fucking delicious) and her body under his hands (so soft, so perfect; all mine) and his name flowing from her lips like a prayer (yes, I'm here, love, and I'm not going anywhere until you order me gone, Little Bird.) He focused on how her body was grinding into his mouth as she chased her peak. He doubled his efforts, sucking and licking harder. He wanted her to come apart for him. He listened to her moans grow louder, more desperate. He moved his hands back up to her breasts and played with them while his mouth worked even more insistently.

He stared up her body and saw her eyes trained on him. She was leaning up on her elbows, watching him work, but she was struggling to keep her eyes open, struggling to keep her head up.

Seamlessly, he replaced his mouth with his hands, rubbing her ferociously, staring into her eyes.

"Come on, Little Bird. It's been so long. I need to you to come for me. I want to taste you while you explode, girl." He set his mouth back to her cunt then, humming as he tasted her again.

Sansa was watching him as he licked and sucked her. It was the most arousing thing she had ever seen. She watched the muscles in his powerful shoulders and arms tense and twist. She heard his moans and felt them against her skin. Completely naked, she was breaking out into a sweat, consumed by heat. Her whole body was shuddering and twitching. She wanted to peak so badly and everything was just so intense.

Then he looked at her and told her to come. I love when he does that. I love when he talks to me. Gods it is perfect. His mouth was back on her then. She threw her head back, letting it hit the bed. She thrust her hips against his mouth twice more and then she went boneless and sightless as her orgasm shot through her.

Vaguely, she heard Sandor grunt approvingly, his mouth still working her throughout her peak. He was still there as she came down from her high, moving much more gently, licking her. What a good dog, she laughed to herself. Silly nickname for such a man, but it works right now.

It was difficult for Sansa to move. She felt like she had melted and was slowly becoming solid again. Still, she willed her arms to move as she gently tugged his hair. She wanted his arms around her again.

"Please, come up here, Sandor. Hold me." Her voice sounded dreamy and far away from her.

Sandor laughed quietly.

"Was that good Little Bird? Looks like I did my job well."

"Mmm. Thank you, Sandor. That was unbelievable." She snuggled into his chest as he pulled her further up the bed so he could lay down with her. She had no energy left and wondered if there was more time to sleep. She realized it was still dark outside, not yet morning. She was grateful for that.

Sandor was kissing her hair and sighing. I love him so much. I can't wait until I can tell him that.

"Was that ok for you, though? Do I- I mean, was I- umm." Sansa didn't know how to say what she was wondering. Why would he use his mouth on me? Isn't that dirty? I can't possibly taste good there. Could I do that with him? She thought back to the sight of his huge manhood and winced slightly. How could I? Although I licked all around his body, why not there too? I wonder how he tastes...

"Silly Little Bird," he chuckled at her, bringing her back to the moment at hand. "That was amazing for me. You taste perfect girl. So good that I would give up wine if I could drink you with every fucking meal. I'd never done that before, I like it. Can't wait to do it again." Sansa felt his grip on her tighten.

"Never? Why not?" I assume anything he does with me he's done before. He is no maid after all...

"Only ever fucked whores, girl. I was never interested in putting my mouth where so many had been before me. But you. That's a different story, entirely, Little Bird."

"How did you know what to do, then?"

He laughed loudly at that. "A man talks and listens, Sansa. Men at war like to talk about the woman they've had and how they've had them. That, and I wanted to. It felt right to do it, so I did it. The same way anyone learns to do anything, I guess. How did you know to kiss my stomach that way and lick me and pull down my smallclothes with your teeth?"

Sansa flushed at this. It was one thing to do it in the moment, another to hear him say it now.

"I didn't know. It just felt like it was a good idea. I thought you'd like it..."

"Aye and I did, Little Bird. And so did you, I hope. You got to do what feels good and try what you want. If it's no good, you don't fucking do it again. Silly Little Bird. I like how pure you are. So unlike everyone else." He was running his hands up and down her back soothingly. She wanted so badly to give herself over to her blissful exhaustion, but she knew that Sandor had not peaked yet. I want him to. I want to give him what he just gave me.

"So having your mouth on me was good for you?" She sat up, slightly and looked into his eyes.

"Aye, I just told you that, girl," he replied.

"And one should always try something they think will feel good?"

"That is what I said.."

"So I can use my mouth on you."

Sandor:

Seven fucking hells.

Sorry if this chapter was too long. These two just won't give it a rest. And the night is young by them, and little Sansa is curious...