Chapter Twelve

"I thought you would be angry," Jane admitted with shakiness in her voice.

The raven haired man pulled away at that omission and once again gave her a look of confusion. "Why in the seven hells would you think i'd be mad?"

"I don't know," her cheeks burned in embarrassment, but the fear had been reasonable. Jane had no idea how he would react to the now out-in-the-open short lived secret.

Sandor was about to say something when suddenly there was a quiet knock at the door.

Whoever was at the bloody door better have a good excuse for interrupting. If it was one of the other guards, he was going to find some way to make their day a living hell come morning.

The woman in his arms let out a sigh and stated that she should probably answer. Sandor snarled at that and growled a "leave 'em" before planting a demanding kiss upon her lips. She had just given into him when another knock was made. She pulled away, much to Sandors bitter disappointment, and stood from where he was keeping her. By the time she reached the bedroom door, the Hound was already standing but remained near the bed.

Jane opened the door enough to just pop her head out and into the hallway. Sandor had no way of knowing who was there until she allowed the person who knocked into the room. A man with black hair, who the older man met earlier, entered the room along with a woman who seemed to be the embodiment of fire. Everything about her screamed wild and red, Her hair was the color of flames and she stood tall as if the very air was fueling the life within her. She was thin, however, the roundness of her stomach helped to work against her.

"Sandor, this is my cousin Jon and his wife Ygritte. Guy's, this is Sandor." Jane didn't even give them a glance as she introduced the three to each other, instead she just stared straight into grey eyes.

Jon stretched out his hand in greetings and Sandor gripped it firmly, "It's a pleasure to finally meet you Mr. Clegane."

"Please," the hound grunted "Sandor will do."

"So, Sandor," his attention was drawn to the woman that stood by Jane's side. "I just want to be clear and up front about this." Ygritte's eyes grew cold and held an element of danger before addressing the issue on her mind. "If I or my husband hear tha' ya so much as harm a hair on Jane's head, we will gut ya like a fish."

"Ygritte!" Jane exclaimed, a look of bewilderment and shock graced her features.

"If I do, I'll han' you the knife myself" he deadpanned.

The flamed woman seemed pleased with his response and extended her own hand to which he quickly took. Jon let out an exasperated sigh before begging the question of having Sandor join him and Jane's brother Robb for drinks tomorrow night at a local pub. Why exactly he wanted to spend time with the beast of a man? Sandor had no clue, but the hopeful look in his beloved's eyes was enough to egg him into accepting the invitation.

The young couple eventually left after a short discussion on the topic of tomorrow's activities. A stroll in the Gods' Wood with Myrcella and Tommen, to which Jane offered her services of being a makeshift guide for the children, in the early morning after breakfast and later she would go and oversee one of the harvests on the larger plots of farming land near the manor.

When the two were finally alone, she turned to him. "You want to shower?"

"Maybe after."

She seemed confused by this. "After what?" she questioned. His only response was another kiss. This time there was no urgency, just slow and sensual. Sandor wanted to enjoy this moment for what it was worth and for him, it was worth the world.

The large man took the smaller woman into his arms and slowly walked them back towards her bed. There he sat himself on the edge and guided Jane to straddle over his lap, not once breaking away from her supple lips. When he felt that she was thoroughly ravished did he decide to breakaway. Before Jane could utter a single sound of disapproval, The Hound carefully flipped them so that she laid on her back. He didn't know if he should really be doing this but to him it felt right.

Sandor carefully slide down until he was directly above where his child slept soundly in their mother's womb. "Hello little one," he rasped, "you and you're mother are going to be so loved and cared for." Delicate fingers entangled themselves in his hair as he spoke, "I won't let anythin' happen to you." Sandor rested his forehead just above where a small bump could be felt and gave a tentative kiss. When he finally returned his gaze to Jane he could just make out her watery smile in the darkness of the room.

Sandor held her close while they both slept, Jane nestled into his broad chest with her ear right over his beating heart. Without their knowledge, both the man and woman bore similar smiles produced from happy dreams, unaware of just how trying their lives were about to become in the on coming years…..