A/N Thank you again for all the reviews and support! You keep me going! Rated M for innuendo and mild smut.

Sansa watched him pop the popcorn, she felt reassured with his kiss, even if it was chaste, but caring. She was glad she thought to take off the ring.

Sandor sat back down next to her, she ate the popcorn too fast and it was hot, she choked a little, Sandor whacked her on the back. She snuggled back next to him; he didn't seem to mind the closeness.

The storm still raged, they could hear trees and leaves swaying, a tree branch cracking here and there. The hurricane was still going on strong.

"It should let up by morning," Sandor began, "we'll go clean up outside tomorrow, it will give us something to do; it might be a little while before we get the power back."

Sansa hadn't really considered the whole ramifications of the hurricane.

"We can go to your house, get you some things and then you can stay here until the power is back." Sandor said kindly

"You wouldn't mind?" Sansa was really happy about Sandor's offer.

"Of course I wouldn't mind." Sandor grinned, just a little bit, and put his arm around her shoulder. "You know I like you very much." He said this as though she might not know.

Sansa smiled up into his face, he thought his heart would melt. He wanted to kiss her, he wanted to throw her down on the couch and ravish her. There were so many ideas running through his mind, so he leaned in and gave her a nose nuzzle, an Eskimo kiss if you will, and tweaked her chin. Then he scooted back, lay down on the couch and swung his legs and feet into her lap. He couldn't believe how chaste he had become.

Sansa kept grinning at him. They were ridiculous. Their sexual tension was making them resort to goofy displays of affection. Sansa didn't know what else to do, so she just happily munched popcorn.

They both were quiet for a while, the candles burned down, it started to get chilly, and they were both yawning. Sandor stood up and went to add more logs to the fire. "We should probably go to bed soon." He began. "I hate to say it, after I made such a big deal about you being engaged and all," he started mumbling and talking really fast, "It's going to be cold tonight, why don't we sleep in my bed." Sandor had decided it would be worse for him to sleep on the lumpy couch. They would be more comfortable and better off just sharing his big bed.

Sansa was getting tired; it had been a very exciting day. She got into bed, clothes and all. Sandor extinguished the candles and climbed in next to her. He had the sinking suspicion that this was the first time Sansa had ever slept alone with a man. She was tossing and turning. After a few minutes, Sandor reached out and touched her shoulder "what's wrong?" He hoped she wouldn't ask him to sleep on the blasted couch. "Well," She began, "I'm not comfortable"

Sandor was lying on his back; he was awkward and uncomfortable too. Their act of being chaste and appropriate was not creating a good night's sleep. Sansa whispered, "I can't sleep in my jeans."

"What?" Sandor gulped.

"My jeans, they aren't comfy."

Sandor was at a loss for words, he was really torn, and frankly he would prefer all of her clothes to be on the floor.

He sighed. He smiled. It was like his dreams were coming true. Yet, all he wanted was to be respectful. It was like the universe was catapulting him into Sansa's delectable, virginal pants.

"If you take your pants off I can't make any promises about what happens." Sandor sighed again.

He could see the whites of Sansa's teeth in the dark as she smiled. "I'm really not trying to tease you." She said earnestly.

"I know, jeans are not especially comfy to sleep in, that is why I changed into soft pants when we came in from outside."

He heard Sansa shimmying and rustling the covers, and then the plop as her pants fell to the floor. That was what made Sandor's cock twitch.