Welp, its time for another Chapter! This picks up where we left off in seven and ill warn you know, things get hot and steamy here. To be honest, this was my first sex scene that I have ever written so I apologize if it isn't 100%. Thank you to all of you who have stuck with me and left comments! seeing a new comment really helped motivate me to finish this chapter. Anyways, On with the story!

Chapter Eight

He was dreaming, he had to be. Sandor was sinking into the depths of a well lit ocean. There was no pressure, the water becoming more and more inviting as he descended deeper. His lungs burned but the desperation for air wasn't there, he felt at peace. The feeling of peace was a rarity for the large man and he welcomed it, praying that it wouldn't turn on his broken soul.

Eventually his feet hit the coral and sandy floor, a feeling of need clenched at his calloused heart. He looked around in confusion for something to indicate what exactly it was that he was needing. That is when he noticed her. The blonde beauty was standing on the surface of the ocean, the top of her head facing the ocean floor where he stood. She was smiling at him in such a curious manner, he couldn't place the emotion she expressed. He reached out in an attempt to pull her towards him but the distance only grew with each attempt.

Pushing against currents and bounding over reefs, each step seemed to be futile until he saw her running towards him. Everything seemed to move in slow motion. When he felt that he was close enough he leapt into the open water that surrounded the both of them. Jane leapt off of the waters and extended an outstretched hand, they had both missed the chance to grasp each other. Both struggled to grip one another.

Sandor was becoming frustrated with the currents and struggled against them. Please was the only word that ran through his head as he gave a final effort of reaching the woman before him. Some force unknown to the infidel had heard his plea and pushed him towards Jane.

He held her tight in his arms while she stared into his grey eyes, pushing hair out of his face and feeling the scar on his profile. Bubbles burst around the pair and pushed Jane's hair every-which-way. She looked ethereal in this element, her element. Her small hand continued to brush against his face with such care that it struck a chord within the brute. If the gods allowed it, he would stay like this with her for forever. Sandor Clegane knew what this meant and while that may have scared him, he was willing to allow himself to lose himself if it meant she would be the one to find him. With that thought at the front of his mind, they began their ascent to the world that existed above the now calm tides.

With a pout, jane uttered a resigned "alright" to which Sandor smirked in triumph, mouth once again upon hers.

Time was passing at a retalive pace and Sandor found himself lost to it. The woman that laid beneath him was wrapped around him and wanting. He could not believe that such a creature would want him, he knew he was an eyesore. In his childhood, girls were cruel to him, spitting insults and screaming for the hills when they saw his face right after his brother 'punished' him. After years of keeping his distance from the female population, he was surprised as all seven hells when he woke up in her bed that first morning. Sandor wanted to crawl into a hole when she just stared at him, the beast he became wanted to lash out but the human part of him knew that it wouldn't have been wise. If he hadn't listened to that small portion of his better judgement, he knew he wouldn't be here in this heated moment with Jane.

Jane Waters. This woman showed him more kindness than any other being, save his little sister and father. Despite his desire for her, Sandor would take his time. If she wanted him then he would give himself over, just not at that level quite yet, he would make sure that she had an out when she finally comes to her senses about being with him. Sandor wasn't sure when that would happen but he would take every second he could with her. After all, he was a selfish old cunt afterall.

He kept the slow motion of his hand, focussing on the sounds she was making. Janes breathe was hot against his neck as his half scared lips left easily fadable marks against her pulse. Jane would moan causing his own arousal to twitch and become more alive. By the gods did he want to replace his hard working hand for his neglected friend. Sandor had never been with many women, his job and face made sure of that, but he liked to think he was a capable lover. The raven haired man knew that Jane would be a little overly sensitive to his touch thanks to literal years of lack of intimacy, she herself had told him as such during one of their nightly calls. The man just hoped that his skill would be more than enough to send her over the edge and not just sensitivity, that was just his pride talking.

Trailing a hot tongue down her curvaceous body, Sandor nestled himself in between her thick and shapely thighs. Her skin tasted of cream and her center of something sweet that he couldn't quite place. That first flick of a tongue had Janes small hands clenching fist fulls of raven locks and a gasp of arousal to leave her perfect lips. In that moment the brutish figure found himself wanting to be gentle. Those icy blues may have been clouded with lust but there lay a hint of fear within. Jane knew he wouldn't hurt her, however, the pain of her past seeped through the cracks.

Sandor pulled away from his newly found favorite spot to reassure the beauty before him. "Do you trust me?"

With slight hesitation she let out a meek yes.

"Do you want me to stop?" The words were carefully articulated and easy so that the proper message would be received.

"No." Without any hesitation on his end, Sandor went back to providing Jane with bliss. Every flick of his tongue was welcomed and every sigh and moan sent shivers down his spine, electricity zapping at his neglected arousal.

"Sandor, I'm…" a small cry came pouring out of those kiss swollen lips and her body stilled and the hands that held his hair tightened and pulled, almost painfully, his dark locks, eyes closed in a soft flutter. While Janes eyes remained closed as she remained in her high the orgasm left her in, Sandor licked his lips to capture the last of her essence. Trailing slow kisses along the insides of her milky thighs she let out a quite "come here". The hound obayed like the dog he was and carefully laid on top of her much shorter frame.

Sloppy kisses were exchanged between the lovers as Janes breathing returned to a more normal rate. Sandors not so little friend was pressed against the top of her sex in a desperate attempt to gain some sort of pressure to alleviate the ache the man was trying and failing to ignore for the blondes sake. Smooth legs wound themselves up and round the middle of his battle scarred back. One foot began its descent down towards the waistband of his borrowed basketball shorts, before he realized what was happening, the confining garments were pulled down to pool around his knees and rest on the bed sheets.

Wide eyes simply stared into cunning blue. "What are you doing Jane."

"It's your turn." a seductive smile may have plastered her lips but the flush on her once pale features spoke volumes.

"You don't have to Lit-"

"I want to" her eyes were filled with determination and confidence as he gazed into his own unsure ones. There wasn't any time to begin protesting before she began grinding against him once again. Sandors immediate reaction was to bury his face into the crook of her slender neck. He grunted his approval which in turn encouraged her to grind harder and quicker. Just when he thought he was going to lose the battle of will and take her right then and there, Jane had stopped her actions and asked him to lay on his back.

"Why?"he moaned.

"You'll see."

With a sad sigh he did as asked and lay on his back, belly and all exposed. What she did next downright startled him. There she was, this otherworldly being, straddling his long and merely scarred legs, one delicate and dainty hand wrapped around his shaft and leaning in to kiss the tip. It was at this point that he truly made an effort to stop her.

"Jane, just 'cause I did it doesn't mean I expect you to return the favor."

Her face twisted in confusion. "If I didn't want to, I wouldn't be trying to to begin with." She seemed a little put off but in all of his 29 years- eleven of those spent as a consenting adult- had he ever have a woman offer to give him a falatio. "Do you trust me?" she was mimicking his earlier speech now. He gave a curt nod before she asked if he wanted her to stop, to which he reluctantly said no.

Janes quickly removed her fingers from his throbbing member as well as her head. Sandor wondered what she would do next but she did nothing. "Did I go to far?" she concern in her voice alarmed him to an extent. How could she ask him such a thing.

"I just wanted to focus on you. I'm selfish and mean Little River, you aren't."

"Sandor,"his name sounded so sweet on her tongue, "all of my sexual experiences were one sided until I met you. My ex always saw to it that he got off and left me to my own devices. With you it's different. I remember that night, it may have been drunken passion but we both knew what we needed and allowed each other to please one another." Sandor had sat up during her little speech to better look at her pleading eyes. "Sex shouldn't be selfish or narrow minded. Not to mention it's a complete turn on for most women to be able to make their partner come."

All he could do was stare into her determined eyes. Jane really wanted to make him writhe like he made her, he could see the fire burn behind those icy walls. "You're really something else," was all that escaped from his half burnt lips before he brought them to hers.

For the rest of the day they remained in her bed. Kisses, groping and grinding made up the last minute agenda of the day. In Sandors mind it wasn't a bad day at all, the beast within almost made an appearance once or twice but was pushed back by sheer will to not fuck things up with this enigma of a woman. Sandor knew he didn't deserve the little river that was currently whimpering against him while he managed to bring them both to an orgasmic high.

The oven clock read 7PM in blearring blue lines as he watched Jane work her magic in the kitchen. They had managed to finally call it quits on their sexathon after her stomach began to rumble while they were taking a moment to catch their breaths a little less than an hour ago. Jane paraded around the kitchen in the shirt she slept in and her underwear while he grabbed his jeans and clean boxers from the drier. He sat and observed her in content silence, taking in the site before him.

Her straw colored locks were pulled back into a loose ponytail while strays framed her rounded face. The woman's eyes held a level of loose concentration as she set about her task.

"There, all done. Sandor, you wanna grab some plates for me? Their up there in the cupboard to my right." she nodded towards the wooden cabinets next to her. "I'll grab the silverware" Jane smiled sweetly at him as he squeezed in behind her to reach the plates.

Once at the table jane divided up the eggs and bacon between the two of them. A larger portion was given to Sandor while Jane took a more modest amount. The lovers ate in comfortable silence until Jane began to seem like she was debating on whether or not she should say something. "Spit it out Little River. What's on your mind?"

"I have to go away for a while. Father wants me to come for a visit for something important. For what exactly? I'm not sure" the look of concern she gave him had him feeling a twinge of concern as well.

"When do you have to go back?" This was an important question. If Jane left soon then he might not see her for sometime. The royal family of idiots was leaving for a trip as well, the holiday was to be spent in the Northern capital with the Warden of the North and his family. Eddard Stark was going to be asked to become the new Hand of the King after Old Jon Arryn died three weeks ago. Robert Baratheon wanted to give the old man's family some adjustment time before replacing the dead man and finding a new brain run the nation.

"I leave this week. My cousin Jon and his wife are going to meet me at the airport when I get there."

"The one from Castle Black?"

"The one and only" a sad smile took replaced the concern. "It'll be good to see them. Dad wants the family together for the holiday. It'll be the last Autumn harvest Celebration in the north before the long winter. Like he always says, 'Winter is Coming'" that stopped him right in his tracks.

"What's your Father's name?"

She took a moment to asses the man before her before reluctantly stating that her adoptive father was none other than the very man that he would be meeting in less than two weeks. "Well I guess I'll be seeing you there then."