As usual, a big thank you to all the reviewers and everyone who has been enjoying this story! I hope it is as pleasing to read as it has been to write. Continuing with some sexy times and moving forward with the story. Away we go!
Sandor:
He judged it to be just before midday when he awoke again. He lay in bed, his Little Bird naked in his arms. They had thrown the blanket off of them in the night, hot as it was in their room. Sandor thought vaguely about when he had bolted their door. He didn't remember, but he saw it had been done and he was grateful. He had told the innkeeper that this was his daughter, after all, and he did not want to be bothered by some maid walking in to find them this way when they didn't wake at a normal time in the morning.
Sandor looked over the beautiful woman in his arms. His cock was already hard again, staring at her would not make anything worse. Aye, and she is all yours to look at, only yours, until she tells you otherwise. Sandor felt a smile creep into his lips at the thought. Little Bird. My Little Bird. My perfect little demon.
Her lips were parted slightly as she slept. Her face was peaceful and gorgeous. He noticed the slight rise and fall of her breasts as she breathed evenly. He saw his mark on her neck and on her breast, and relived the memory of making them vividly. His cock jumped. He saw bruises that he left as well. Finger-shaped bruises that spanned her hips and her thighs, where he had held her legs apart. Brute. Be gentler with her next time. So delicate, my Little Bird.
Sandor knew he should get up. He should get them some food brought to their room and start getting ready to leave later that night. But then he would have to leave his Little Bird. He would have to wake her from her dreams and tell her to dress. None of those things seemed acceptable, so, instead, he cuddled himself back into Sansa, closed his eyes, and let the subtle rise and fall of her chest lull him back to sleep.
Sansa woke up in Sandor's arms. Gods, I love this feeling, she thought to herself as she stretched minutely, not wanting to wake him yet. Sansa felt more rested than she had in days. She was slightly achy, though, in places she didn't really know existed before this morning. Afternoon, probably.
These small complaints didn't matter, though, and were washed from her mind completely when she noticed Sandor's manhood, already hard. I need to remember to ask him why he is hard when he sleeps. Maybe he dreams about me... She giggled quietly at the thought. Sansa was giddy from her triumphs the night before. She felt sure that she was close to having him love her now. She was confident, at least, that he would not run from her today.
"What's so funny, Little Bird?" Sansa jumped slightly. She hadn't realized he was awake. His grey eyes were on her body, sweeping over it. She felt herself grow wet at that. I love the way he looks at me. Like I'm a feast and he is the luckiest man in the world.
"Nothing, Sandor. I'm just happy." She smiled up and him and leaned forward, wanting a kiss. She let out a sigh of happiness and relief when he leaned in the rest of the way to kiss her lips. He wasn't running. He wasn't barking. So far, so good!
"Can I ask you something, Sandor?" she asked.
"Yes, Sansa, you can ask me anything. Might not answer. But ask," he smiled at her playfully. He looks younger, somehow, and happy. I hope that is because of me. He is so good for me, I want to be just as good for him.
"Why is your manhood always hard in the morning? This is the second time I've noticed it. Is it always this way? Or is it just when you are sleeping with m- with someone?"
"Men often are this way in the morning, Little Bird. Don't really know specifically why, but I think it's because of dreams. I know I had sweet dreams last night, about a beautiful Little Bird, who was playing with an old dog..." he chuckled and tightened his hold on her body.
"That wasn't a dream, but it was sweet. You seem so much more friendly this morning than I've ever seen you, Sandor. I like you this way."
"Don't get excited, girl. I'm still a bad-tempered dog who would bite you as soon as look at you." As if to prove it, Sandor nipped at Sansa's lip before kissing it again.
Sansa laughed into his kiss. She kissed him back passionately, pouring her love into it. She felt his hands roaming her body and landing on her breasts, playing with her nipples. Gods, I'd be happy if we never had to get out of this bed. Maybe we can stay here and live out our days this way, she thought dreamily.
Suddenly, one of Sandor's large hands abandoned her nipple and snatched her knee, jerking her leg up so it rested on his hip. They were both laying on their sides, so this move lined up Sansa's cunt directly with Sandor's cock. She gasped loudly when she felt the tip of his manhood nudge her folds gently.
"Sandor," she whispered, "wait."
"Shh, Little Bird, don't worry. I'll not take your maidenhead, I swear. Relax." He kissed her again.
"I trust you, Sandor," she sighed as she felt his hips twitch under her fingers and his cock slide through her wetness, hitting her nub. This is just like what we did in the cave when he caught me the first time. Just now we are naked. I want him so badly, though. I want him to take me and make me his. I love him.
Sandor was playing with fire. He told his Little Bird to relax. Told her he wouldn't take her maidenhead. He may have spoken too soon. This was intense for him, sliding his cock all over her cunt, hitting her nub with each flick of his hips to send her soaring, but not pushing himself inside her. He had never done this before, never had a reason to. Now he was this close to being inside his Little Bird. Stay calm, dog, and make this good for her. The better you treat her, the happier you make her, the more likely she is to fall in love with you the way you want. Then you won't have to play these games. You can have her for real and forever. Don't rush it, dog. Slow and steady.
Sansa was moaning into his neck as he worked their bodies together, oh so careful not to push too hard. He was panting into her hair, saying her name over and over like a prayer. She is the only god I'll ever pray to. The only fucking thing in the world that matters. He felt her shuddering in his arms and hoped she was close. He gripped her tighter.
"Fuck, Sansa, you feel so good. Is this ok, Little Bird? Does it feel good?"
"Yes, gods, this feels amazing. You always make me feel so incredible."
Sandor pulled his head back, still rubbing her with his manhood. He brushed her cheek softly, looking into her eyes. Her eyes were black with her arousal and her cheek was stained with a blush. You don't deserve her.
"I can't believe how fucking perfect you feel against me, Little Bird. It's like you were made for me," he groaned.
Then he felt a tiny, warm hand grasp his cock. He stopped.
"What are you doing, Little Bird?" He asked, his voice rough and rasping.
"I know you can't peak this way like I can, Sandor. Rubbing isn't enough for you. I want you to peak with me. I want you to come with me over the edge. Please." She stroked her hand up, then, towards the top of his cock, where he was rubbing her. His cock was wet from rubbing her cunt with it. "I'm so close, Sandor, please, please come with me." Fucking hells.
Sansa worked her hand faster, gripping him tightly, keeping the tip of his cock pressed to her nub while she stroked him. They were both unable to keep their hips still as they chased their orgasms. They were both quietly gasping now. But that was not enough for him. He wanted to hear everything she was feeling, loudly.
"Let me hear you, Little Bird. You're so wet. I'm getting so close. You feel so gah-good. I need to hear you, girl."
"Oh, gods, Sandor! I'm so close to peaking. So big, so strong, never let me go! This feels so good. I can't stand it, uh!" She was grunting and gasping now, muttering nonsense. Good.
Sandor couldn't believe how close he was. Fuck this girl does some strange things to me. How am I even going to fuck her, if I ever am lucky enough? I'll probably make one good thrust then lose it like I did when I was a boy. She makes me feel like a fucking child this way. She makes everything feel so fucking good and I haven't even been inside her yet. You're done for it, dog. He wanted to give her what she asked for, though. She had asked him so sweetly.
"Come on, Little Bird. I can't hold on much longer. Come for me, Sansa, now!" He was about to lose himself completely.
Sansa cried out loudly then, and Sandor could feel her opening clenching and felt a rush of wetness against his cock as she came. Not able to stop himself, Sandor released his seed onto Sansa's cunt. Bleary eyed, Sandor looked down at his Little Bird where they were touching. He could see the whiteness of his seed running down her thighs which parted in her pleasure and exhaustion. He could see it running down her folds. Fuck me, I like the looks of that. Sick fucking dog.
Sansa felt the warmth of his seed on her woman's place. She watched him look at her there, wondering what he was thinking and why he was looking so intently. After a moment, he seemed to remember himself, and he looked back at her face, which was smiling for him. I want to tell him. Tell him I love him.
"Sandor," she started.
"Sansa," he said at the same time.
"Yes?" Maybe he is going to tell me! I want him to be the first to say it, so I know he means it. So I know this is real. She was hopeful and wanted to hear those words so badly.
"I'm starving, Little Bird, aren't you?"
Well, that was disappointing. Sansa's smile faded off her face. It's ok. I need to give him more time. It makes sense. One night is not enough to change everything about the way he feels. Besides, we are being careless. We are running from King's Landing. It's well into the day and we haven't eaten or prepared ourselves to leave. We can't just stay here and forget that we are being chased. Sansa chose to focus on this, and not her disappointment.
"Yes, Sandor. I'd love to eat something."
"I'll go tell them to bring us food, Sansa. I'll have them bring up a bath so you can clean yourself...But you need to dress first. Remember, they think that we are father and daughter. Pull your smallclothes on and wait here. Bolt the door behind you. I'll speak to the innkeeper and while you bathe I'll go check on Stranger and bring up a change of clothes for us. We'll eat together then, and decide what to do next."
Sandor kissed her then, lightly on the lips, and smiled before he got up from the bed. Gods, he is magnificent. She couldn't help leering at him while he dressed.
"Remember, bolt this door. Don't let anyone in except the maids with your bath, and then remember to bolt the door again until I come back. And get dressed, girl!" He sighed as he left.
Sansa got up and bolted the door behind him.
"Good girl," she heard him rasp from the other side of the door. So protective, she laughed to herself. You're so lucky to have him with you. To have him protect you. Whatever you did to catch his attention at court was the best thing you've ever done, Sansa Stark.
Sandor did all he told Sansa he would. The maids had been sent up with her hot bath water. She can clean up your fucking mess, dirty dog. They were getting breakfast ready for them. Sandor would bring that up himself to his Little Bird. Stranger and the stable boy were both fine. Sandor grabbed fresh clothes for them and made his way back to the inn. He was glad to notice that nothing was out of place this morning. No strange faces who might be hunting him and Sansa.
Can't stay anywhere long. You need to get your Little Bird to safety. This thought saddened Sandor. Sansa wanted to be with her family; would be safest with her kingly brother and his army around to keep her protected. They were getting closer and closer to Riverrun, they were almost at the Twins. No Starks will let you keep your Little Bird the way you want to. What will you do, dog? Bring her to her family and stay by her side, dutifully, as she is sent into marriage with some high fucking lord who will bring more swords to King Stark's cause? Will you steal her away and keep her for yourself? Thinking about it, he knew the answer. It was the same answer that it always was when it came to the Little Bird: I'll do exactly what she tells me to.
Deciding he should do try to hear the latest gossip about the war, Sandor hung around the hall at the inn while his food was being prepared. He listened to the men talking. Heard about how the Young Wolf had taken a bride when he was promised to some Frey. Heard that the Stark boy and his host were on their way to the Twins to make apologies and to wed Edmure Tully to some Frey girl in recompense. That won't be enough for stupid fucking Frey. Lord of Riverrun instead of King in the North? Bad move, Stark. This complicates things, dog.
Sandor did not like this news. In the first place, Lord fucking Frey was not to be trusted. There could be treachery. I'll be thrice fucking damned if I bring my Little Bird into danger of her kingly brother's doing. I don't give two shits if he has an army. Frey is not to be trusted and I won't bring my Little Bird anywhere near him. Frey would probably demand Sansa's betrothal to one of his sons or grandsons on the spot. Bugger that. The Little Bird is mine. And then her brother and mother would have to agree with Frey. Fuck the Freys; fuck the Starks.
Now the question became what he should tell Sansa, and where he should bring her. The Twins was out of the question. Sandor wasn't sure where the Young Wolf would head after the Twins. Winterfell had been sacked, so he may bring his host back North to get it back, or he might continue South, for the Iron Throne. Better to go back North. Winter's coming and it'll be hard. The Starks are made for winter. Let them rebuild and recoup, let their enemies come to them. Stark might return to Riverrun before he decides to act, one way or the other. That's where you'll head, dog. But will you tell your Little Bird her brother's whereabouts? Will you tell her about his betrayal? Fucking, fighting, killing, these were things Sandor Clegane understood. Brutal truths, those too. But love was not something he understood. I know how bad this betrayal can be for the Young Wolf and his cause. I know it might mean the end for him, one way or the other. I know he was a stupid fucking fool to turn his back on his promise. But that'll hurt my Little Bird. I don't want to hurt my Little Bird. Sandor was not sure what he would do. Probably blurt it all out roughly, make the Little Bird cry, and then hate myself for it.
He brought the food up to Sansa and found the door bolted. Good fucking thing. She let him in with a breathtaking smile and a kiss. For the millionth time since the cave, Sandor found himself wondering how he got so lucky and how little he deserved to be.
Sandor gave Sansa her clean clothes and watched her change into them, feeling his cock twitch. This is the one thing you're any good for these day, dog. He ignored it, though, and changed his own clothes, aware of his Little Bird's eyes that were trained on him. How the fuck can she like what she sees? Crazy Little Bird. They sat together in a peaceful silence and started eating. This must be what home feels like, he thought to himself, slightly bemused.
When Sandor left her, Sansa did as she was told. She waited for her bath water, then washed herself. Cleaning Sandor's seed off of herself started to get her excited, but Sandor wasn't there so there was nothing to do about it. She got dressed in her dirty smallclothes and waited until Sandor got back.
Sansa busied herself thinking about what they should do next. She felt sure that Sandor would be in love with her soon, and thought that being back with her family would give him the chance to realize it himself. When he has to be apart from me for longer than we've become used to, when he cannot have me the ways that he wants me, he will realize how he feels. And then I can make sure that we stay together. That we can marry. Robb and mother will reward him, and I will make sure that I am part of that reward. I just need to keep him happy until then, which I am glad to do. What could go wrong?
She knew they were headed to Riverrun. Sansa could not deny how excited she was. She had not seen her mother or Robb for so long, and so many terrible things had happened. But she wanted her family back, and she would get it. Sandor would deliver her safely. And then he would become a part of that family as well. Together, they could all heal and live happier lives than they had dared to dream they would.
Sandor returned with food and she was thrilled to see him. How can he do that? He just shows up and I immediately flush with happiness and excitement. I love him so much, I hope it always feel this way. He smiled back at her and kissed her and she sighed happily. She dressed, and then watched Sandor undress and redress with fresh clothes. Gods, his body. His muscles. All of him. Just...gods! Sansa couldn't stop herself from staring at him. She couldn't stop herself from flooding with pride that she had such a powerful man with her, almost loving her, protecting her, and making her happy always. Yours, as you are his. He just needs to realize it.
They sat and ate in peace, which was a welcome relief, giving their tension over the past week. And the tension when we are together like we were last night. Such a powerful, overwhelming feeling. Wonderful, but tiring. It was nice to relax with him, she decided. Family. It's like we are already family. She smiled at the thought.
"So, Sandor, have you decided when we are leaving this inn?"
"Aye, Little Bird, we should leave tonight, late. After everyone is in bed but long before anyone is like to wake, I think. We are a week from Riverrun. Stranger is rested and well watered, we can ride at least another day and a half or two days without stopping."
Sansa deflated a little at that. Riding was still so hard for her, and the thought of being on Stranger almost nonstop for at least a day and a half was not a pleasant one.
Sandor must have noticed, though, because his big hand came across the table to cup her cheek gently.
"I know it isn't easy, Sansa, but I need to keep you safe. On the move is the best safety there is when you're being chased. I'm a hard man to kill, but if we get found by a group of Gold Cloaks, I may not be enough. We need to keep moving and get you to safety." He sighed and removed his hand. Sansa caught it though, and brought it back down to the table, holding it in her own.
"I know. You always keep me safe. And I don't want you in that kind of danger either. I don't know what I'd do if anything ever happened to you, Sandor. But my brother will keep us safe. The quicker we get to him, the better."
There she goes bringing up the brother. Tell her dog. It'll be gentler this way, in case something fucked up happens at the Twins. Don't lie to her.
"Sansa, I heard some news downstairs about your brother. He fucked up. I mean, he broke his word. He was supposed to marry some bloody Frey girl, but, turns out,he decided to marry some other girl. Don't know why, didn't hear. But now he is heading to the Twins to apologize to Frey. Your Tully uncle is marrying one of the Frey girls to help make things better. I don't like it one bit, Little Bird, and I'll not bring you where there is danger. I don't trust any fucking Freys. We'll keep heading to Riverrun, to your other uncle and your mother and your grandfather. You'll be safe there until your brother comes back from the Twins."
Robb broke his word? Betrayed the Freys? Why? Robb always tried to be as honorable as our lord father. Why would he do such a thing? Wouldn't I be safer with Robb? Sandor doesn't like the situation, I should trust him. He has more experience than Robb. I wish he could tell Robb what he just told me. He is right, though, we'll go to Riverrun, to mother and grandfather. We can meet Robb from there once he has left the Twins. I don't want to be around any other high lords.
"Are you alright, Little Bird?" Sandor's hand gently squeezed Sansa's. "I don't want you at the Twins. Frey is fucking bastard. He already has your uncle marrying one of his spawn. If I bring you there, he'll demand your hand for one of his buggering sons, you being a princess now. Especially since fucking Lady of fucking Riverrun is not nearly as impressive as Prince of the North, since they can't have a Queen of the North any longer, thanks to your brother's stupidity. Sorry, Little Bird. I don't like it, and I won't bring you there."
"You truly think Robb would make me marry a Frey? My brother will want my happiness. He cannot possibly think I'd be ready to marry after everything that has happened. Everything Joffrey put me through in King's Landing. Robb wouldn't."
Sandor grunted a laugh at this. Stupid, naive Little Bird.
"Like hell he wouldn't, Sansa. Your brother is playing the game of thrones, remember? He needs you to be wedded and bedded for his cause. And besides, he doesn't know one fucking thing about what happened to you in King's Landing, how could he? You think Queen Cersei wrote him notes about your treatment? Your brother probably thinks you were treated gently at court."
"You're wrong about Robb! He wouldn't use me like that." Sandor saw tears filling Sansa's eyes and heard her voice crack. Well done, dog, you've made her cry.
Sandor tried to soothe her, as best he could. He got up clumsily and pulled her into his arms. He rested his head on hers and rocked her softly.
"Aye, Sansa, you're probably right. What do I know of your brother? Shh, Little Bird, it's alright. I'm sorry. But I won't bring you to the Twins. I promised to keep you safe and I will. We ride for Riverrun."
So we are moving on. These two lovebirds have one more night at this inn, before leaving. I wonder what could happen...