A/N I hope this chapter will live up to its M rating. As always, I appreciate my followers and those of you who leave comments. I appreciate all of your opinions and criticisms.
They are standing in Sandor's apartment, wet and cold. As they were leaving the rectory, they saw some lawn furniture that had not been put away. Sandor cursed to himself, as he hurried to put it in the garage. Sansa behind him, helping carry the chairs, they were soaked to the bone. In the few minutes it took them to put the items away, the wind picked up and the rain was torrential.
Sandor opened the door and let Sansa in first. It is a small and cozy studio apartment. He doesn't say much, but goes and gets her a soft towel. "Looks like we're in this for the long haul," He notices her teeth are chattering. "Look, you're going to have to go take a hot shower and I'll get you some dry clothes. You should do that now, because I bet we'll lose power eventually."
Sansa nods, looking around; she sees a wood stove, candles, flashlights, and a hand crank radio. "You've really thought of everything." She compliments.
"Aye, I've got snacks and books too." He grins at her, proud of the compliment. As if he realizes the grin does nothing to improve his looks, he stops and continues talking. "I'm going to start the woodstove, so when the power goes out we can make a hot meal. It'll be like camping indoors."
Sansa heads into the bathroom. It is a basic bathroom, but it has soap and shampoo and she warms up and cleans up. She is humming to herself. She hears a knock at the door. "I am keeping my eyes closed, but I am going to bring you in some dry clothes, and I'll hang the ones you were wearing to dry." Sandor rasps. He places the dry clothes within reach.
Sansa finishes in the shower and towels off. She finds some clothes that are much too big, but very soft, a t-shirt that goes to her mid thigh, a well worn sweatshirt that goes almost to her knees and a pair of hand knit socks. "Oh those church ladies…" Sansa thinks to herself. She realizes all her clothes are gone, even her panties. "Hmmmmm… kind of awkward" she thinks to herself. Not having much of a choice and deciding to be extra careful and modest, Sansa doesn't mention a thing.
Sandor realized that when he took Sansa's wet clothes, he in truth took all of her clothes. He hung up her jeans, shirt, sweater and socks, and Sansa's white lace panties fell out of her jeans and her matching bra was inside her shirt. Sandor, not having many opportunities to touch the fine lingerie of women, was torn between feeling the soft lace on his hands and whipping it away as to not have more lustful thoughts, other than the naked, wet, beautiful woman in his shower. So, he sighed and just hung them up. Then he realized that meant Sansa only had tops and socks on. He groaned and his cock twitched. It was too good to be true, stuck in a hurricane with a girl with no undies on. He went out to find Sansa seated on the couch, wrapped up in a knitted afghan. "Is there anything the church ladies don't knit for you?" Sansa teased. Sandor smiled at her, trying to give his satisfaction of her secret away. "I don't have a TV," Sandor began, "but you can put some music or something on the radio. You can help yourself to any book you'd like. I'm going to take a quick shower. Here," he said, passing her a warm mug "I made you a mug of hot chocolate."
He went into the bathroom. He shut the door, took his wet clothes off and sighed. He was uncomfortably hard; he hoped the shower would help. He stood under the hot water and started to stroke his manhood. He imagined what it would be like to have Sansa's hands on him. They could snuggle under one of the many Afghans and pleasure each other. It had been a very long time since Sandor had been with a woman; not since he became sober and worked here at the church. Even the women before were not companion material. They didn't have any use for each other after the drinks of the night wore off. Sandor thought about kissing Sansa. He suspected she was a virgin. He didn't think he had ever been with a virgin. He imagined how tight she would be. That thought made him come undone. He moaned aloud as he fucked his hand. "Are you ok in there?" There was a concerned knock at the door "Um, I'm ok, just changed the temp. by accident." He pathetically lied. He finished in the shower, feeling a little better, put on dry clothes and joined Sansa on the couch.
