A/N: Well folks, this is the last chapter of the story. I will be posting an epilogue after this.

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I hope you like this. There is smut involved as well ;-), so be warned!

Chapter 10

Sansa was idly running her fingers along Sandor's upper thigh and bum, enjoying the peaceful interlude.

"Are these scars from the skin grafts?"

Sandor's voice was muffled by the pillow as he lay on his stomach, trying to recover his strength after three rounds of sex.

Once they regained their senses somewhat after that incredible first time, Sansa had suggested she make them something to eat. Fully intending to have her again, Sandor had agreed that they needed to keep up their strength, making Sansa laugh.

Sansa, wearing nothing but his shirt made his sated cock twitch, unable to quite reach its former heights, willing though it was. It was only a matter of time though.

Having prepared a couple of pizzas earlier, Sansa put them in the oven before pouring them both a glass of wine, thoroughly enjoying the sight of Sandor in only his jeans. Already she was tingling with anticipation of having him inside her again.

After only one time, Sansa was addicted to him.

Bending over to get the pizzas out, Sandor caught sight of her bare cunny and all weariness left him. Once she placed the pizzas on the bench, Sandor grabbed her from behind and ground his erection into her, announcing his lustful intentions.

With a moan, Sansa bent over an empty spot on the bench, once again dripping wet with excitement and looked back at him, pure invitation in her smile.

Not needing another hint, Sandor thrust into her, her previous orgasms making her nice and slippery, and proceeded to fuck her senseless, pure animalistic grunts and groans the only sounds in the room.

Afterwards, having cleaned themselves up, they sat down to eat their, by now, cool pizzas. As they ate, he apologised for not using a condom, promising that he was clean and that he would never endanger her health like that. Reassuring him that she was also healthy and that she was on the pill, they agreed not to use them. Sansa had enjoyed the bare feel of him too much.

All this talk inevitably led to more sex, this time back in her rumpled bed.

Sandor was somewhat amazed that he was able to fuck her this many times in one night. He was far from being a teenage boy, but his Little Bird made him feel as horny as one. Admittedly, it took longer for him to come that third time, not that Sansa was complaining. The marks on his shoulders attested to that fact.

"Aye, that's where they took skin to use on my face. It's a nice, big area to harvest, according to the surgeons," he replied, turning his head to look at her.

God, but she was gorgeous.

Hair a wild, fiery mess, lips swollen from all their kisses and fair skin marked here and there from being sucked on or squeezed a little too hard in the heat of passion. She looked like she'd been soundly and thoroughly fucked.

Sandor couldn't help feeling proud that he was the one to make her look like that.

He wanted to be the only one to make her look like that. Ever.

"Did it hurt? When they took the skin, I mean?" she asked.

"Aye, it felt raw until it healed over. But my face hurt worse, so it was the lesser of the two evils."

Clucking her tongue in sympathy, Sansa bent down and gave each scar a tender kiss, as if hoping her care would make the bad memories better.

Sandor shut his eyes, not willing to let her see the moisture that welled in them. Other than his sister and aunt, no woman had ever shown him such tenderness and empathy. It was as if she felt his past hurts personally.

This had to be more than just fucking. Didn't it?

"I'm sorry you had to go through such a thing and at such a young age," she said, softly stroking his leg. "I think you are the bravest man I've ever met."

"Ah, Little Bird. I'm not brave. Police, soldiers and fire fighters are brave. They put their lives on the line each day. I just had to endure and hope that the surgeons did a good job. And it's in the past now anyway. Don't fret for me."

"I still think you're brave, Sandor. And the surgeons did a fine job, in my opinion."

"I'll never grace the cover of a beauty magazine, I suppose, but it could be worse. I'm just glad the technology existed to fix some of the damage. If I lived in the middle ages, I'd have been fucked, for sure," he remarked.

"I'd still have found you attractive," replied Sansa.

"Sure, Little Bird," came the sarcastic reply. "'Cause maidens would have been falling all over themselves for my attention. My face would have probably scared the shit out of women and small children. That's if I even survived the burn in the first place."

"Okay, point taken. But, I have to admit, Sandor, that the first thing that I noticed was not your face or scars."

Turning to his side, head resting on his palm, he smirked at her. "Really? And what was?"

Sansa, grinning with mischief, leaned over him to whisper in his ear, her breasts hanging invitingly in front of him. "Your tool belt."

Rearing back, Sandor looked at her in astonishment. "My… what?"

Bursting into a fit of giggles, Sansa threw herself back onto her pillow, her whole body shaking in her mirth. "Oh, I wish you could see your face right now!" she gasped.

Sandor let her laugh, shaking his head in puzzlement. He was enjoying the view, though.

When she settled down to only a few laughing hiccups, he asked the question. "My tool belt? What the…?"

Turning, Sansa cupped his face, her eyes still smiling. "When you walked in my café, with your tool belt slung over your hips like some medieval swordsman, I nearly died of lust then and there. You were so damn sexy and you wouldn't believe the naughty fantasies I've had involving you, your tool belt, and nothing else."

To say Sandor was floored, was an understatement. He'd never dreamed he'd had that effect on her.

"That's why I was such a klutz around you. I'm not normally like that, you know. It's just you. I wanted you so badly, I could hardly see straight."

Sandor shook his head slowly. "Wow, Little Bird. I don't know what to say, except, I was really, really glad I wore the belt that day as you gave me the biggest boner when I first saw you. That damned thing stopped me from getting arrested, I figure."

"If I'd seen you in that…erm…state, I probably would have fainted. And then I'd have bailed you out just so I could blackmail you into shagging me rotten."

"Like tonight?" His voice lowered huskily.

"No blackmail required here, I think," she smirked, looking down at his cock, which by rights should have been comatose, but goddam, she set him on fire.

"No, definitely not," he rasped, leaning over to kiss her, lips sliding sensually over each other as his hand moved up to cup her breast, squeezing gently.

Sansa had her own idea of where she wanted this go, pushing on his shoulders until he lay back on the pillow again.

"What are you going to do with me, Little Bird?" he rasped sexily.

"Just you wait and see," she breathed. "I'm in charge now, Mr Sexy Tradie or I will be forced to blackmail you."

"Be gentle," he mocked, smirking up at her, his blood heating at her show of dominance.

"Mmm, we'll see," she murmured as she leaned over him, pressing her lips to his before sucking his bottom lip into her mouth, gently biting on it.

She then proceeded to press soft, open-mouthed kisses all over his face, lingering the longest on the scarred side before moving down over his throat on a downward trajectory.

Sandor couldn't help the low growls his throat made as she drove him crazy.

Sansa took her time, lingering here and there, kissing one spot of his torso then sucking on another. Her movements were slow and erotic, stoking the fire that he'd thought exhausted back to life.

Taking his hand in hers, she kissed the work-roughened palm, licking between the fingers before taking each one into her mouth and sucking on it, her eyes never leaving his.

Sandor thought his heart would burst of out of his chest – either that, or have a heart attack. As much as he loved being inside her, Sansa sucking on his fingers was the most intimate thing he'd ever experienced. It blew his mind to the point that a tiny whimper escaped him.

Sansa smiled like the cat who got the cream, taking his other hand and giving it the same treatment.

"Little Bird!" He reached up with his free hand, but she batted it away.

"No, not yet!" she scolded him lightly. "I'm still in charge."

"You're killing me, baby." He didn't even notice the endearment he'd used, nor did he notice her small start at his words.

"Good. I'm not even close to done yet," she smirked at his mock groan.

True to her word, she lingered over his torso, stroking and kissing, even nibbling on occasion. It was like she was feasting on him, savouring every bit.

Her hand reached down and took his semi-erect cock in her hand, its previous bouts of lovemaking having taken their toll.

"Going to be stubborn, are you?" she murmured to it, making Sandor grin. "We'll see about that."

Taking it as a personal challenge, Sansa moved to kneel down between his legs, huffily pushing her long hair back.

By now, Sandor was lying with his hands behind his head, anticipating her efforts to bring him back to full mast. Admittedly, just that was having an effect on him.

"That's better. Let's see what I can do to help things along," she purred, taking it in her hand again.

"Would you like me to leave you two alone?" he joked.

Sansa grinned and shook her head. "Oh no. I definitely want this to be a threesome."

Sandor burst out laughing. Fucking hell, she was perfect! He didn't know that sex could be fun as well as a means of meeting sexual urges. He'd never experienced it before.

His laugh turned to a loud moan when she bent forward and slowly took him in her mouth, her hair teasing his already sensitised nerves.

Sansa, kneeling between his legs, swollen red lips around his cock and a halo of messy hair was enough to do the business. His tired, worn cock sprung to attention like it was the first time tonight.

Letting go with a small pop, much to his disappointment, Sansa smiled with satisfaction. "There. That wasn't so hard, was it?"

"It is now, Little Bird."

"Good!"

With that, Sansa took to her task with enthusiasm. For what seemed like hours, she played with his cock, alternating licking up and down his weeping shaft like she was eating ice-cream with taking him in her mouth, suckling on him until he was begging for relief. When she took his heavy balls in her mouth, he almost wept with frustration.

"Fuck! You're…killing…me," he ground out, hand clenched on Sansa's headboard so hard he was in danger of snapping it.

Looking at him, pupils so huge with arousal that only a rim of blue was visible, Sansa slowly, maddeningly slowly, licked from base to tip one last time before sitting up, a predatory look on her face.

"You've been a good boy, Sandor," she purred. "Time for a reward, I think."

With slow, deliberate movements, she crawled up his body, purposely allowing his rigid cock to drag along the skin of her torso until it lay directly at her opening.

"Please, Little Bird!"

Finally answering his pleas, Sansa lowered herself down until she was fully impaled on him and sat up, moaning softly at the change in angle.

Reaching for his hands, Sansa entwined their fingers as she began leisurely undulating back and forth, dragging almost primal groans from his throat.

Eyes and hands locked together, Sansa drawing every ounce of pleasure his body contained, Sandor's mind was blown away by the eroticism of the moment. The eroticism of his Little Bird.

He couldn't give this up. He wouldn't.

When Sansa placed his hands on her breasts, he obediently fondled them as her movements sped up, the deep blush spreading over her body, signalling her oncoming climax, her whimpers of delight getting louder and louder.

Tweaking her nipples, pulling on them a little roughly, was the catalyst for her orgasm.

Head thrown back, her long hair brushing his thighs, the same thighs her delicate hands gripped with a strength she probably didn't know she had, Sansa cried out, her hips having lost all sense of co-ordinated movement, simply needing to prolong the ecstasy for as long as possible.

Watching her from below, lost to her bliss, it got too much for Sandor and with a loud growl, he exploded within her, his own hands gripping her hips as he pulled her down onto his cock, not a breath of space between them.

Despite the amount of times he'd come this night, Sandor was slightly shocked by how strong this last climax was. It seemed to be longer and stronger than all the others.

Sansa flopped down onto him, his arms instantly embracing her as they fought to catch their breaths.

Neither said anything for several minutes, too much in a daze for something so mundane as words.

After an eternity, Sandor glanced at her clock radio and sighed. He was enjoying feeling her little puffs of breath on his throat. His worn-out cock was basking in the warmth of her, despite the stickiness.

"Little Bird?"

"Hmmm?"

"It's getting real late and we both have to work in the morning."

"Mmm, I like it here," she grumbled tiredly.

Slowly stroking her back, Sandor grinned. "Me too, Little Bird. More than anything."

Lifting her head, Sansa smiled at him, her eyes red from exhaustion. "Really?"

Taking a deep breath, Sandor decided there was no better time than now to ask her what he had wanted to since he knocked on her door earlier. "Aye." Taking her hand, he blurted out, "Willyouhavedinnerwithme?" Now he was the bumbling one!

"What was that?" laughed Sansa.

Clearing his throat nervously, he repeated his question. "Will you have dinner with me? I…I really, really like you, Sansa. Tonight has been… It's been amazing." He could feel himself blush like a schoolboy. "I don't want tonight to be a one-off. I mean…I mean, not just for sex, though that would be good too…but to spend time with you…to get to know you better. You know…" his voice trailed off, figuring he'd blown his chance. Sansa's soft giggle didn't help either.

Caressing his face, Sansa looked down at him, a huge smile on her face. "Oh Sandor! I would love nothing better than to have dinner with you and to get to know you better too. I think…I think we may have something really special. And the sex…" she just shook her head in amazement.

"Yeah, the sex…" he agreed, grinning right back at her. "Friday night good for you?" He'd have to grill Bronn on where to take her. Somewhere classy, but fun, not too formal but not too casual. Fuck, what had he done!

"That's perfect. And as I don't work in the café on Saturday, you…you can stay…over. If you want to," she replied.

"I want to. Very much," he murmured as he gave her another kiss.

Before things got too far, though Sandor didn't believe his cock could so much as give another whimper after their marathon effort tonight, he pulled himself away, not without much regret. Only the thought that he would spend all night with her on Friday gave him the strength to get out of Sansa's bed.

After a quick shower together, in which nothing happened because neither had the energy left, but with whispered promises for next time, Sandor stood at her door, preparing to leave.

To end the best night of his life. So far.

Giving her one last, lingering kiss, he opened the door, turning at the last moment.

"I'll see you in the morning, Little Bird."

"One double-shot espresso, black, and two chocolate croissants?" she teased.

Grinning, he winked at her.

"Better make that three, Little Bird. I've developed quite a hunger for them lately."

Her happy laughter rang in his ears all the way home.

FIN

A/N: Epilogue to follow!