Sandor would have preferred to strangle himself instead of having to stand watch as Robert and Cersei entertained visitors during their wedding anniversary feast. Drunken fools carrying on and Baelish's finest girls dancing provocatively behind curtains, often pulling a man in with her after he had deposited his coin.
His thoughts drifted as he watched one of the curtains reveal shadows of a nobleman burying his face in a girl's bosom.
Hair as red as bloodshed. Eyes a green color which shade changed with her mood. Lips that started out scarlet, but faded to their natural rosy pink after being thoroughly used in the best ways.
Fuck.
Sandor was fixated. Almost more fixated than he had ever been on the hunt for a kill. The realization slightly unnerved him.
He willed himself to think of the others. Nina and Hanne were a double delight to have. Moira was just as enthusiastic. Tika used actions rather than words.
But they didn't quite intrigue him like Kezya did.
His thoughts strayed to the other night, when a hot anger had bitten him at the mere thought of her taking that pansy knight to her bed.
Yet he was the one to grace her bed at the end of the night. He remembered the passion of her arms around him, lips crushed against him as they fell apart together. The way she kissed him that morning made his day feel like it could be bearable.
Seeing Kezya be passionate with Moira last night had sent his heart rate through the roof and his cock rock hard. He hadn't let Kezya go, sandwiched between his hardness and Moira's soft curves. Fucking her later on, the rocking bed miraculously never waking Moira, unless she secretly watched (which he wouldn't put it past her to do such a thing). Having Kezya still in his arms in the morning gave him a sense of peace.
It felt peculiar to him to feel this way. It was probably just his preference for red-haired wenches. That was what he ended up telling himself to drag his mind out of his thoughts of her so he could continue his watch.
Sandor sought out Kezya in the pub that evening, his eyes meeting hers the moment he walked in, ignoring the laughter and noise from the other girls and their guests. She smiled brightly at him as she approached from behind the bar. He felt his heart jolt out of rhythm.
"Sandor. The usual chicken and cider?" She laid a hand on his shoulder as he sat.
"I'll take it in your room," said Sandor, eyes giving her a once over. "Bring wine."
A wide smile graced her face.
"Of course. It won't be long." She poured a mug of cider and gave it to him. "Go make yourself comfortable and I'll bring it all when ready."
Sandor sat at the small table in Kezya's room, sipping pensively while idly listening to the wall shaking from the headboard next door hitting against it. Tika seemed to be hard at work already.
Kezya entered a few minutes later, opening the door with one hand as the other balanced a tray. He could hear moaning from next door as the wall shook faster.
"It's nice and hot, so eat up," she said, placing the tray in front of him and picking up the wine bottle to uncork it.
Sandor dug in, watching as she fetched two goblets from a cupboard and poured the wine.
"Funny to assume that wine was also for you," he grumbled.
"I'll compensate you with my services," quipped Kezya, eyeing him rebelliously as she sipped from her goblet.
He bit ferociously into his chicken, his eyes fiercely fixed upon her. She continued to sip her wine as he continued to eat, their gazes locked in a tense battle.
When he was finished with his meal, he took the wine bottle and his goblet to the bedside table before turning to her.
"Undress me." He regarded her with his brow furrowed. She approached with a smirk on her face, setting her goblet beside his before getting to her task.
He took a few gulps of wine as he watched her.
He had always removed his armor himself before, but he was curious how she would handle it. To his surprise, her small hands quickly unfastened and dismantled all of his armor pieces. She set them with care on the bench at the foot of her bed.
One by one his layers were stripped. Deft hands unbuttoned his vest before pulling it off. Her hands slid over the skin of his torso as she pulled off his under tunic. Her last move was bending to pull down his trousers, his erection springing free.
A quick kiss to the tip of his cock made him growl, and he gripped a handful of her dress to start pulling it off of her. Green eyes sparkled at him as she cooperated, letting him tug the garment off and toss it away.
He pulled her close, his fingers seeking her tight heat. He kissed her roughly when he felt her already wet for him, his fingers thrusting slow and steady.
She tilted her head back, mouth poised open in silent pleasure. When she was slick enough to his liking, he pushed her on her back on the bed, quickly joining to pin her down. Her legs spread to cradle his hips, and after a quick maneuvering his cock was buried inside her wet heat. He thrust slowly but firmly, the bullshit from his long day of duty fading from his mind as they moved together, one of her arms braced around his shoulder while one hand laid upon his cheek as she stole kisses from him.
His movements became more fluid and slow, fucking her like a lover would. Her ankles crossed around his waist and he continued to give her more, occasionally thrusting deep and drawing lustful gasps.
They were in the midst of a passionate kiss while he rolled his hips into her, when Nina unceremoniously barged in.
"Love, can I borrow your…ohh. Oh, my." The blonde stood on the threshold, her eyes wide with intrigue.
Sandor was unbothered, pausing their kiss to momentarily glare at Nina for her interruption.
"Borrow what?" Kezya asked breathlessly, a brilliant blush coming to her cheeks as Sandor started kissing along her neck.
"Your orange gown…a Lord needs me and the gals to accompany him and his lads to a feast. Hanne and Moira already have theirs." Nina watched as Sandor continued to roll his hips lazily, and smirked at Kezya's bashful expression.
"Go ahead and get it from the wardrobe," whispered Kezya. Sandor resumed kissing her lips as his thrusts became more passionate, deliberately ignoring Nina. Kezya's moans were muffled into their kisses.
Nina tore her eyes from them as she gathered the gown into her arms. She lingered in the doorway, smirking as she watched them for a moment.
"Thanks, love. You're having too much fun with that cock."
Kezya squealed out a giggle.
The moment Nina shut the door behind her, Sandor rolled them so that Kezya was on top. Kezya took the chance to ride him good, making him growl in lust as their hips rocked together.
Kezya's breathing grew heavier as she felt the pleasant pull of her release approaching fast. Sandor didn't miss the half-lidded expression on her face as her inner muscles started to squeeze upon him.
He sat up, embracing her in his arms, still buried deep inside her. She let out a shocked gasp followed by a lustful sigh as she wrapped her arms around his shoulders.
"Sandor, you're going to make me–"
Her voice faded into a pleasured cry as his hips thrust up into her.
She let her control loose, holding on to him tight, her heat enveloping him.
He let out a loud, long snarl of satisfaction as he felt her release drip down his length. He seated her fully on him, emptying his balls generously into her tight heat.
Sandor reclined on his back, catching Kezya as she slumped forward, tucking her to his side. They laid in silence except for their heavy breaths for several minutes.
Kezya sat up after a while and retrieved their goblets, handing him his. She quickly refilled them.
"You've got me working up a thirst, my dove," she said, taking a generous swig.
He drank in silence next to her.
He handed her his goblet after he was done and settled on his back, his head propped up by a pillow. Kezya set the goblets back down on the side table and slowly cuddled her nude body into his side, throwing an arm across his middle.
Sandor glanced at her before settling his arm around her, his palm spread on her back.
"Can I ask you a question?" she asked.
"You just did," he rumbled.
Kezya harrumphed and pinched his nipple lightly. He let out a brief chuckle.
"Would you…consider being my regular patron?"
Sandor gazed down at her pink cheeks.
"You fancy me, is that it?" He asked bluntly. He watched her blush deepen.
"You can say that."
A peculiar feeling rose in his chest. Suddenly the path that her fingers traced upon his chest gave him tingles. He became very aware of all the places their skin was touching. A bit of uneasiness washed over him.
"I like variety. If I want to have another girl, I will."
"Of course," whispered Kezya. Her eyes closed momentarily.
"Was that what got you kicked out of Baelish's? Trying to snare men to yourself?"
"No," she said, giving him an annoyed look as she propped her chin on his chest. "A wealthy Lord from the North visited me and was so smitten that he bought me from Baelish for a great sum. My father heard the news and tried to get money from Baelish. Which of course didn't work."
"And where is your Lord now?"
"Dead. We were set upon by bandits traveling to the North and they took all of his riches. I escaped and came back to the city, but Baelish wouldn't take me back, casting me away so that my father would leave him be. I eventually found my way here. I haven't seen Baelish nor my father since."
He stayed silent after her tale.
"I like it here," she continued "It's not at all like Baelish's where the girls steal from and sabotage one another. And Opal screens all of our potential customers, so we know we won't face anything too unsettling…"
"I prefer this place to anything Baelish has touched," admitted Sandor. "There's no bullshit here."
"I'm glad you like it here," replied Kezya with a smile. She placed a kiss on his chest and rested her cheek against him. They lay in companionable silence for a moment.
"Can I ask another question?" She sounded timid, her voice trembling a bit.
Sandor glanced at her before he grunted softly in consent.
"Are any of the tales true about how you got your scars?" She spoke slowly, picking her words carefully. He looked at her fully.
"What are they saying?" He asked in an air of nonchalance.
"Some say you got injured in a tourney. Others say your bed caught fire when you were a lad. And then Little Finger tells a certain few that your brother did it."
"Fucking Baelish," growled Sandor. Kezya flinched.
"I'm sorry. I'll stop talking about it. I shouldn't have brought it up," said Kezya hastily, looking worried.
"No need. Baelish's tale is the correct one," he grumbled reluctantly.
"Was it an accident?" Kezya whispered.
"Gregor meant to do it," said Sandor.
Her eyes widened as she paled a little.
"W-when did it happen?"
"Long ago. I was a child. Gregor had a toy knight that he didn't want me messing with. One day he walked in on me playing with it and…the next moment my face was held down and getting charred in the coals of the fireplace."
Kezya hid her face in his chest, and after a moment he felt the wetness of tears. He held her, stunned at her reaction.
"Why are you crying? That shit happened years ago."
"I hear the terrible deeds your brother has done. It gives me nightmares. And to think that he caused even his own brother to suffer…"
"Because he's a cunt."
Kezya let out a snort of laughter through her tears. He slowly wiped her tears away, noting how large his fingers looked against her pretty little face.
"Don't fret what he did to me. Just know that one day I'll make him pay."
Kezya's eyes widened at his words. Her lip was still trembling and he figured kissing her would make it stop. He gripped her chin lightly as he leaned in to brush their lips together. She sighed into the kiss, her hands roaming his chest.
They indulged in slow kisses and touches, and Sandor fell asleep holding her close.