A/N Thank you, thank you so much for reading this fanfic. Those of you who follow and comment, you have my utmost appreciation. Your kind words are motivation. Thank you so much.

Mari88, your review cracked me up, I laughed out loud! I hope this chapter will live up to your expectations.

The characters belong to GRRM.

This chapter definitely has earned it's "m" rating. So, if you are offended by fictitious smut, skip this chapter.

Sandor rinsed off and grabbed a fluffy towel, he dried himself off and then helped Sansa out of the shower. He wrapped her in another fluffy towel and then scooped her up and carried her to the bed.

Sansa held on to Sandor's neck, running her hands through his soft chest hair. She loved the way he smelled, musky, totally masculine, like fresh laundry and sex. He lay her down carefully on the bed, toweled her off and covered her with the fresh linen. He kept his towel knotted around his waist and lay down next to her on top of the covers. The sun was streaming into the room with early afternoon light. Sandor rolled away and gazed at the woman he had loved from afar. She smiled at him, uncertain where the new intimacy was going to take them.

Sandor took in the sight of the lovely woman, he moved closer, rubbing her jaw with his hand, caressing her face and her lips. He ran his fingers through her hair. They kept their eyes open and gazed at one another. Sandor started to kiss Sansa gently, but passionately. He realized he had a hunger, to make certain she knew he didn't want her for a platonic roommate; after the incident in the shower, there was no way Sandor was going to go back to being "just friends". There was also no way any other man would stake a claim to his Sansa.

His kisses were more aggressive, he was holding her to him tightly, while he parted her lips with his tongue, tasting her, teasing her, giving her an idea of the things to come, as he brought his tongue in and out of her mouth. He sucked on her bottom lip, nipping it a little. She kissed him with equal passion in return. He brought his mouth down and took a nipple in his mouth. He squeezed her breasts, gently with his hands, while he teased the pink bud with his tongue. He demonstrated what he would do to her clit, when he was fortunate enough to be granted entrance to her sweetest spot. Perhaps Sansa didn't know that Sandor was mirroring what he had in mind to do to her throbbing pearl, but never in her life had she felt so alive. Her body was tingly and throbbing. The ache between her thighs was almost unbearable. Sansa had never really explored her own body, just a touch here and there and stopping before it became too much.

Sandor was amazed watching this beautiful creature writhe under his hands. She was like an over tuned instrument that the strings would snap off the minute it was strummed. Sandor grinned to himself, if this was the effect of kisses only on her mouth and breasts, she wouldn't take too long to come at all. He kept kissing her mouth and her breasts while curious fingers found their way under the covers and between Sansa's legs. He was shocked that she was sopping wet and her hips bucked to him, even though all he did was run a soft hand from the front of her pussy to the back. He stopped kissing her, because he wanted to watch her face as his fingers parted her slippery folds and felt pure wetness. She grinded her womanhood into his hand, he needed her to slow down. She was a sight to behold. Her eyes were closed; she was concentrating on the sensations. She had spread her legs wantonly, in careless abandon. Sandor kept his towel tightly wrapped and lowered himself between her legs. He licked her thighs while he spread her lips, admiring her delicate pearl. He couldn't stop himself, he licked her top to bottom, and she ground her pussy into his face. He loved how she tasted, sweet and salty all at once. He massaged her thighs, while he quick sucked her clit, her hips arched and she moaned, grinding into his face, squeezing his head with her thighs. He held her thighs down with both hands and licked and sucked, making her scream when he stuck his tongue into her wet honey hole. He used one finger to rub her clit, while he fucked her sweet spot with his tongue. He could tell she wouldn't last long, she was growling, he could feel her entire body throbbing from the sensation. When she released, Sandor didn't stop sucking or licking or rubbing. She moaned and thrashed and jerked in sweet release. When she finally stopped climaxing, she was crying. Her eyes were dazed. Tears streamed down her face, but she was grinning. Then she started to laugh. It was the most beautiful thing Sandor had ever seen. "I felt that in my teeth." Sansa gasped, surprised. "Is it like that for everyone?" She wondered aloud.

"Only the lucky ones" Sandor replied, curling up next to her and closing his eyes.