Love chapter!

Don't worry, it isn't over yet – as many of you have been guessing – Joffrey still has a part to play but I am saying nothing! Thank you for reading guys and enjoy the rest!

-Vee

Sandor

"If you do not stop your teasing, little bird. I will be forced to take you right here on this stairwell."

Her arms slipped tighter around his neck and her sweet breath fanned across his neck, "my, my, what would the servants thinks of that? You better take me to your chambers then, dear husband."

He kissed her with a growl and heard her soft giggle as she kissed him back. His hands lifted her and he was up the stairs two at a time. They broke apart breathless at his bedroom door and he kicked it closed behind them, setting her gently down on the bed.

He looked down at the little bird – his wife – lying on his bed. Her hair splayed all around her like a red halo, her cheeks were flushed and her red lips were smiling softly, and her eyes; those Tully blue eyes were looking up at him completely open and warm, waiting.

He kissed her with mounting passion, her fingers tangled in his hair while his hands undid the buttons of her red jacket. She struggled out of it and he threw it behind him, not caring where it landed.

He cursed and muttered when his large fingers tried fumbling with the laces and buttons of her dress and she giggled, pushing his hands away and undoing it easily, slipping the soft fabric off her. Her petticoat, corset and chemise came next until she lay there, bare beneath him.

His eyes took her all in hungry; her body was perfect, small and petit and delicate. Her hands reached up to push his jacket off him and he remembered he was still fully clothed then. He shrugged out of his clothes until he was just in his breeches. He felt his hardness straining uncomfortably against it's confines as his lips devoured every inch of her skin.

She tasted like lemons and something else he couldn't place, he held her and felt her moans vibrate against his lips. Her hands moved over his back, feeling his skin, the muscles tremble and flex underneath. She traced his scars and kissed them softly, sliding her hands into his hair, pushing it back so she could see them clearly.

He looked back into those eyes and saw everything he had ever wanted and never thought he could have. Did Hadass truly hear his prayers when he spoke to her beneath blood leaves? How else would he be loved by Sansa?

The little bird leaned up until she was sitting in his lap, straddling him, she kissed him hard and he chuckled at her sudden, impatient confidence. Her tongue slipped into his mouth, teasing and shy, coaxing him into a dance that made him growl into her mouth, feeling her smile against his lips. He gripped her around her hips, fingers tracing her soft, soft skin. Her hips rocked against him and he moaned as her heat ground against him through his breeches.

He flipped them over, pressing her into the bed sheets, covering her body with his own. Her legs rubbed at his sides and a hand reached down to trace her thigh, rubbing and kneading the skin.

He kissed the hollow of her throat and down her chest, he kissed the valley of her breasts then kneaded one while kissing and suckling at the other. Her small body jumped and her back arched at the feeling and her gasps and breathy sighs fuelled him. He kissed down her flat belly and up a thigh. His mouth covered her wet heat and she moaned, hands gripping the covers trying to anchor herself at the foreign feeling. He devoured her, tasting her and grinding his hips against the bed to try and relieve himself some. She came undone, moaning his name, eyes rolling back into her head.

When she pulled him back up her body to re claim his lips he whispered her name like a prayer to her gods and she clung to him, tasting herself on his tongue. He held her close every time she kissed him, her body pressed so close to his like he was trying to make her one with him forever.

When he moved in her he was slow and gentle, she scrunched her eyes shut against the pain at first then relaxed in small jerks of her hips, holding onto him and nodding. He kept it slow despite himself, trembling and breathing into her neck. He could smell her; lemons and sweat and the smell that was just her. She was moaning his name as he quickened his movements and her lips kissed every inch of him she could reach.

She came with him, he spilled deep inside her, breathing hard into her hair, hands holding her flush against him. She breathed his name in that moment and he kissed her tenderly.

Later, she lay with him beneath the sheets. The dim light of evening filtered through the windows. She lay across his chest, fingers trailing up and down, a small, content smile on her lips which she pressed to his skin every now and then.

His hand caressed her, the other ran through her long, soft hair, his cheek rested against her head.

He must have fallen asleep then because he woke to a knock at the door. Sansa stretched beside him, waking also and sat up, quickly covering her nakedness with the sheets. He chuckled at her and called for whoever it was to enter.

Joseth – calm and stoic as ever handed him the letter and kept his eyes calmly on the floor as Sandor read the contents. Sansa shifted beside him when he sighed.

"What is it?" her arms reached around his shoulders, lightly caressing his skin.

"Ready my horse, Joseth, I'll deal with this right away." When Joseth closed the door behind him he kissed Sansa softly then rose, dressing himself.

"I have some urgent business in town, it shouldn't take long, but it needs sorted now," he explained, pulling on his shirt and buttoning it.

Sansa nodded, business was always unexpected and she knew her little words couldn't make him stay – though he would try.

When he pulled on his boots and Sansa scooted down to sit behind him at the edge of the bed, her lips kissed the nape of his neck, around and then his lips, his head turning eagerly to her.

She pulled away only so her lips brushed him as soft as feathers, "I'll be waiting," she whispered and he groaned, she knew exactly what she was doing.

She giggled when his hands came around her and pressed her to the bed, lips hungry on her.

"Go! Sandor-" she burst into a fit of giggles, her small hands feebly batting him away, "you need to go! Joseth is waiting!"

He sighed against her stomach and untangled himself from her – with great effort.

He kissed her once goodbye then left the room quickly.

Gods, she would be the death of him.

V