And the evil, teasing foreplay continues as the plot, hopefully, thickens...
Continued thanks for the love. I have now become as addicted to writing this fiction as I have been to reading other SanSan works. A few more chapters to go, I think, before it is finished.
Still don't own anything...
Sansa:
Sansa spent the rest of the day resting in bed, thinking about Robb and mother and Sandor. She didn't want to believe what Sandor said about Robb, but it also made sense in her mind. She had always been such a good girl, doing as she was told. She always wanted a courtly life and high match, just like she should. She was a different person now, but how could her family know that? They couldn't. They don't.
However, Sansa could not believe that Sandor was right. As soon as you explain what they did to you, Robb will understand. He won't use you the way they did in King's Landing. He loves you and wants your happiness. And Sandor-Robb will need to reward him. Nothing has changed, everything will work out like you want it to.
Sandor had her bolt the door and went back out to purchase some new supplies. He returned before dinner and asked her if she wanted to eat in the hall again. She did not want to. She had too much on her mind.
"Can't we just stay up here together until we have to leave? We can relax and hold each other." Sansa tried not to sound as desperate and needy as she felt, but she failed.
"Aye," was all Sandor replied, quietly, before he left her again, growling at her to bolt the door.
I just want him to love me. I need to know he does as soon as possible. If he loves me, everything will be perfect. He won't let me go if he loves me. Then everything will be the way it should be. We will be together and Robb will be happy for me. Sandor will be good for Robb, too. He can advise him. Sandor knows war. He knows Lannisters and courtly games. He might not be able to bring hundreds of swords to Robb's cause the way Frey can, but Sandor will be a powerful and useful ally for Robb.
When Sandor brought their food up, Sansa realized she had no appetite. She stared at her food blankly and pushed it around her plate uselessly while Sandor ate.
Suddenly, Sandor's face was close to her own and he was on his knees beside her.
"Eat something, Little Bird. Who knows when we'll next get good food and warm place to eat it in."
"I'm not hungry. Sandor, what will you do when we get to Riverrun?"
"What do you mean, Little Bird?"
"What will you do? Robb will want to reward you for returning me to him, I'm sure. Once he does, what will you do next? Where will you go?"
Sansa looked into Sandor's eyes and saw conflict. He didn't answer, didn't seem to know what he wanted to say.
"I don't want you to leave me, Sandor," she whispered, helplessly. The thought of a life without Sandor made her start crying again. Stop being such a pathetic weakling, Sansa! She yelled at herself internally, but she couldn't stop the tears from rolling down her cheeks.
Sandor watched her crying, on his knees in front of her for a moment. Then he leaned into her and kissed her, hard. He could taste her tears in his mouth and decided he hated the flavor. Sansa kissed him back with all she had. It feels so good to kiss him. This is real. This is what I need to think about, what I need to hold on to. Not some vague thoughts about a future that is undetermined. Sansa felt better already.
Sandor watched his Little Bird start to cry again, this time over him. Stupid, bird, he thought to himself. She should be happy to be rid of me, one day.
He struggled to answer her. The loudest voice in his head was screaming that he would never leave her, not even if she wanted him to. He would always be with her. She would always be his. Stupid dog, you already know you cannot be without her. Just tell her so!
A smaller voice, though, said something much different. Gregor, it said. The thought of his monstrous brother caught Sandor off guard. It had been a long time since he thought of him. Sandor had no interest in leaving Sansa, ever, but much of his life had been dedicated to the time when he could kill Gregor. Now, they were close to her family, a family that would never let her be with a former Lannister dog. Sandor thought of how undeserving he was, how right her family would be when they would tell them that they couldn't be together. You love her, dog, but once you get back to society you can never have her. You have her now, aye, and she wants you now, but that may change. And then what will you do? The answer to that question had always been, "kill Gregor" and that was where his mind was returning now.
It wasn't as absolute, though. Now that he had had a taste of loving his Little Bird, Sandor felt sure he could never give that up unless she ordered him away. What worried him now was that she would order him away. Maybe not when they got back to Riverrun. Maybe not for weeks. Maybe not for months. Maybe not for years. Maybe not ever. Maybe he could keep her, somehow. But those maybes were not absolutes, either. And if the day ever came that he was left Sansa-less, Sandor knew he would ride out to face his brother, just like he always planned to.
With that thought in his head, Sandor couldn't answer his Little Bird. And then she had told him she didn't want him to leave her. I love you, Little Bird, he thought as he leaned in to kiss her. It was a hard kiss, filled with worry and longing and desire. She responded just as hard. Sandor found himself wondering what was driving her on, knowing what was in his own mind, but not hers. I wish I could read her thoughts. I wonder if I'd like what I found there. Stupid bloody dog, of course you would. You'd love it, because you love her. Everything she does is perfect to you.
Sandor was tired of this heaviness that descended upon them since he heard about Robb fucking Stark's betrayal of the Freys. Kissing Sansa was simple and it made that heaviness go away. He growled into this kiss and grabbed her, pulling her closer to him, feeling her breasts push against his chest, wishing they were naked together again. So get naked, dog!
Sandor pulled Sansa up from her seat, still kissing her. He had started to unlace the back of her dress when he realized that their door was unbolted. Ignoring the fact for another minute, Sandor found his hands greedily pulling down Sansa's dress. Stupid fucking dog, bolt the damned door before you get caught this way! Sandor walked them over to the door, unwilling to leave his Little Bird's lips for a second. Fumbling, he pushed the bolt to lock them in.
Sansa's hands had found their way to Sandor's breeches and was tugging the laces insistently. She dropped to her knees in front of him in a swift motion, and had his cock out before Sandor could process any of it. Quickly, Sandor felt the wet warmth of Sansa's mouth engulf him, and her tiny, eager hands stroking him. Fucking hells! He threw his head back, banging against the door, as he groaned low and loud. Real fucking smooth, dog, someone will hear you! Fuck it all. Who gives a shit?
Sandor was pushed up against the door with his Little Bird's mouth on his cock and his hands on her head, encouraging her and helping her.
"Fuck, Little Bird, that feels amazing," he moaned. She sucked harder and licked the head of his cock, putting pressure on it with her tongue. "Gah!"
I'm getting better at this, Sansa thought to herself as she sucked Sandor's manhood in her mouth. She felt the pressure on her head from Sandor's hands and decided she liked having them there when she did this. She liked him guiding her. She also liked that she reduced him to grunting and groaning incoherently while she worked him.
Wanting to drive him even more out of control, Sansa tried to take more of him into her mouth. He was big and it was difficult, but Sansa was determined. The first time she tried to take a little more, she gagged. She felt Sandor's hands tighten on her head when she did, but they didn't stop her from pulling her head back.
"Fucking hells, girl!" he had yelled.
Her first failure didn't stop her from trying again. This time, she controlled the feeling to gag and found herself able to take more of him in her mouth. Soon, she wasn't gagging at all at that depth. Gods, there is still so much more of him, she thought, awed, as she continued to suck and stroke his cock.
Sandor didn't seem to mind anything, though. Looking up his body, (Gods, why didn't I take his shirt off? Stupid Sansa!) she saw him staring down at her, his mouth wide open, looking completely dazed. He looks funny that way, she thought. Her chuckle made her hum around his manhood, and she saw him gulp.
"That feels incredible, Little Bird. So fucking good. You're fucking perfect. So wet, ungh..." Sansa hummed again and sucked harder. She could tell he was getting close.
"My balls, Little Bird. Can you suck them too?" Sansa was confused for a minute, but then she realized that Sandor must be talking about the two, well, balls, that hung under his manhood.
Sansa abandoned his cock, like he asked her, and moved under it. She sucked one into her mouth while she continued to stroke his manhood. Sandor flinched, though, when she sucked and yelled out, "Gently!" Oops, Sansa thought, momentarily embarrassed and ashamed that she did something wrong. She tried again, much more gently and this time he moaned so desperately it sounded more like a whine. I like that sound coming out of his mouth.
She sucked for a few more moments before Sandor's hands, which hadn't left her head, brought her back up. She wanted to go back to his manhood, but he didn't let her. He pulled her all the way up his body. She took advantage of the trip and grabbed the bottom of his shirt, pulling it with her. He shrugged it over his shoulders and off his head quickly before turning them around so Sansa found herself up against the door. Sandor stopped himself long enough to divest himself of his breeches and smallclothes before he pinned her there with his naked body.
Sandor starting sucking her neck, the same spot he had marked her the night before. It felt just as amazing now as it did then. While his mouth sucked, his hands roamed her body, stopping at her breasts for a while before moving down her stomach, over her hips, grabbing her backside, and then back around to her breasts again. Sansa's hands were clutching him tightly, trying to bring him even closer, although there was already almost no space between their bodies.
"Sandor," she breathed, "I love the way you feel like this. So big, so strong. So good. I never want this to end, Gods!" Her moans became high-pitched whines when Sandor's hand found its way beneath her smallclothes, to her woman's place. He was rubbing, slowly, letting his hand wander around between her folds and her nub. She was embarrassingly wet, but she couldn't find it in herself to care.
"So wet, Little Bird, always so wet for me." Yes, yes.
"Yes, always. For you. Always." She was panting. She had no control over the words coming out of her mouth.
"You're a fucking miracle, Little Bird, I swear. I don't deserve this much sweetness." As he said this, his hand abandoned her cunt and found its way back up to his mouth. She watched stupidly as he licked his fingers and whispered, "Mmm, so good," before he plunged his hand back again, rubbing her, faster and harder now.
He was grinding his cock into her stomach, desperate for friction. Sansa grabbed it in shaky hands, stroking it firmly.
"Yes, yes," he was moaning into her hair.
"I want you so much, Little Bird. I want you. I want to be inside you. I can hardly fucking control myself, I need you so badly." He moved his fingers more urgently, sucking breath in loudly as he did.
He wants me, but does he love me? she thought to herself. And then, who cares? You want him, you love him. Give yourself to him. It won't make a difference. You won't let him go, anyway, not if you can help it. If it happens now or if it happens three months from now, what is the difference? Sansa wasn't sure how to respond to this, she couldn't think straight. Her body was begging for more, but in the back of her mind she knew she should slow him down.
"Yes, yes, I want you too, Sandor. So much. Need you. But can't. We can't," she was close to her peak, now, but she was trying to get him to understand how she felt. How badly she wanted him but how she couldn't have him until he actually loves her. Just tell him, Sansa. What's the worst thing that will happen if you tell him? She already knew the answer to that: heartache. Heartache if he didn't love her the way she loves him. Heartache if he didn't think love would be enough to keep them together. Heartache if he rejected her. You're a craven, Sansa Stark.
So instead of saying anything else, Sansa just stroked Sandor's cock faster, leaned up and found his lips with her own, kissing him wildly, and felt herself get pushed over the edge as Sandor's fingers finished her. She yelled out her release into Sandor's mouth and felt his smile as she did. She tried to keep her hands working but they wouldn't move while waves of pleasure engulfed her body, leaving her trembling up against the door and in Sandor's arms.
You're losing your mind, dog, Sandor yelled at himself after he told Sansa how much he wanted her. That is not winning you any love! Clearly you want her, she knows you want her. You know she wants you. Don't fucking know why...
Sandor felt Sansa fall apart with her orgasm and felt her hands stop working on his cock. That was a good thing, since he wanted to ask Sansa a question, and he wouldn't be able to if she was helping him chase his peak.
Sansa went boneless, so he gathered her into his arms and brought her to the bed. He laid her down gently and thought, briefly, that it was a shame she still had her smallclothes on. Not for long, dog, just focus!
"Why do you want me, Little Bird?"
"Hmm?" Sansa's eyes were drooping closed. She had had an emotional day, he knew, and he just gave her another good reason to be exhausted, but he needed an answer.
He laid next to her, and nipped at her lips, nudging them open to kiss him, wanting to wake her up a little and hoping this might be a good way to do it.
"I asked, why do you want me? I know why I want you. Why the fuck do you want me?"
Her eyes were open, now, and looking at him warily. She looks nervous. Seven hells, I hope this doesn't come back to hurt me.
"Why do you want me?"
"I asked you first, Little Bird."
"I want to hear your answer first, Sandor. You said you know why. So why?" Damn girl. She's too dangerous, by far. Tell her dog. Not that you love her, maybe, but tell her why!
"Fucking hells, Sansa, are you crazy? What man wouldn't want you? You are so good, so innocent, so damned sweet. And so beautiful. I swear, the most beautiful thing in the world. You're kind, even to snarling, nasty, brutal dogs. Even after they tried to break you in King's Landing, you're still good and kind. And strong. So much stronger than you seem. Who wouldn't want you? No. The better question is why someone who can have any fucking man or boy she sees would waste her time with an ugly old dog. So, it's your turn, Little Bird. Why the hell do you want me? And tell me the truth, girl. I'll know if you lie." His voice was tinged with anger now, and he saw his Little Bird flinch. Rude brute, stop scaring the Little Bird! He couldn't help it, though. This was important.
Sansa looked at him shyly, before she spoke.
"Because you're you," she said.
Sandor growled in response. "What the fuck does that mean?"
"You're you. You-I don't know. You are mean and brutally honest. You never lied to me, no matter how bad the truth was. You called me Little Bird when I was surrounded by people who wanted to hurt me and use me. You called me Little Bird, told me cruel truths, but you never hurt me. You never used me for anything. You tried to keep me safe, even then. I remember when you lied to Joffrey for me, on his name day. You had no reason to, but you did. You told me the truth before I was shown it, but I was too stupid to listen to you and paid the price for it.
And then you took me away from it all. You put yourself in danger and took me out of there. You protected me. You may not be a knight, but you are an amazing man, Sandor Clegane, at least to me. You may be an ugly old dog to the world, but not to me. You're not old. And you're certainly not ugly. You may have some terrifying burns, that is true. But I am disgusted now at how I used to react to them. Your burns are horrible, but they do not mark you as ugly. They show your bravery and your strength and your determination. They didn't ruin you. And the rest of you? Look at yourself in a mirror, Sandor! You're beautiful. I am lucky to have you with me. Lucky to have you want me. How could I not want you? I love you."
Seven. Fucking. Buggering. Bloody. Hells. She loves you, dog. She loves you. And she is not confused. She is not lying. And she is not pretending your some honorable fucking knight..at least not really. She is right. You are not yourself with her at all. She loves the man you are with her. And what the fuck is wrong with that? You are the luckiest bastard in the entire universe.