Arya had been giving her latest interactions with the Hound a lot of thought. Maybe there was something there. Just some tension. Perhaps it would be best to just confront him and let things happen as they may. Perhaps letting off a little steam was exactly what the pair needed to get things back to normal, where they only interacted with hateful words.
She was too wound up to think on the matter anymore. When he came back, she would see what kind of mood he was in and play it from there. There wasn't much use in planning what to do now since he had been so damn unreadable lately.
She scoffed and she picked up the tiny mirror at the side of the bath, examining the bruise on her face. She was no longer upset about it, but more intrigued. It made her seem meek, she decided. The sympathetic look the innkeeper had given her and the glances. What must they think of her? Perhaps it could be used to her advantage somehow? Anyways, it would fade eventually, as bruises do.
Her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the door. She set the mirror down quickly and she adjusted herself, trying not to look too interested. Time to gauge what kind of mood the Hound was in.
He was suddenly in the room and he glanced at her a quick second before averting his eyes. She opened her mouth to say something, when she saw his hand pulling someone behind him into the room before closing the door.
Arya could tell instantly the woman was a whore. The way she was dressed and the way she allowed herself to just be led were two instant red flags. The woman was laughing and saying something along the lines of "I'm so ready," when Arya cleared her throat loudly, causing the woman to jump and whip her head around, startled.
"What the fuck is this?" she demanded from the tub, turning to glare at the Hound.
He turned to her with a cold glare. "What does it fucking look like? Either get out or shut up." The Hound tugged the woman toward him and pushed her toward the bed. "Ignore her. Take off your clothes," he commanded, turning his gaze away from Arya and fixating it on the red haired woman.
Arya could not believe it. A fucking whore? Really? It wasn't like this was the first time, but it still annoyed her to no end, especially now after the crazy shit that had been going on between them. She had definitely misjudged his interactions with her. She had thought him embarrassed or perhaps harboring some type of attraction to her. Clearly fucking not.
Still, she was shaking with anger. How dare he spend their money on frivolous whores when they ate stale bread all too often. She opened her mouth to say something else, but then snapped it closed. Perhaps she should just wait it out.
Closing her eyes briefly and trying to just focus, she pulled herself out of the tub, wrapping a blanket around her. From the corner of her eye, she saw the Hound, still dressed for the most part, advancing on the woman. So fucking annoying.
She was pulling on her own clothes when she heard the whore's stupid moans. "You're so strong, ser," she was whispering. "My handsome knight."
Arya snorted at this comment, stifling back full blown laughter. She could tell from the stiffening of the Hound's posture that he heard her, though his back was facing her as he thrust into the woman. The candle had been blown out and it was dimmer in the area, but Arya could still make out his stupid form fucking the stupid whore.
Arya wondered why he left his clothes on. Probably because he was a lazy shit, but perhaps there were other reasons. Regardless, she was annoyed as fuck at him and she could not remember a time in her life she had hated the Hound more than she did in that moment. Who did he think he was?
She tore her gaze away from the pair for a moment before the idea came to her. If he wanted to disrespect her by bringing a whore into their living space, then he should be prepared for whatever consequences. She grabbed the candle stick near her, holding it away from her face and she sauntered over to the bed.
The Hound didn't notice her. He was too busy fucking the woman beneath him, who was recycling the same few phrases of "So strong!" "Give it to me, ser!" and "My beautiful knight." while keeping her eyes squeezed shut.
Arya walked up to the pair, averting her eyes from the action going on below their hips. She took her hand and she gently tapped the woman on the shoulder. "Miss?" she said, trying to keep her voice timid.
The woman's eyes flew open and the Hound paused his barbaric thrusting to glare at Arya, looking even more frightening than usual.
"What is this?" the whore demanded, turning to glance quickly at the Hound. "If she is joining in, I'll need another coin at least."
The Hound began to speak. "She's not joining us. She's leaving. Get the fuck out of here, wolf bitch." He gave her a rough shove back.
Arya glared at him. She turned her attention to the woman. "I'm sorry to interrupt, Miss. I was just afraid. He hurt me when I didn't please him just like he wanted. I didn't want the same thing to happen to someone like you." She lifted the candle closer to her face, illuminating the bruise across her face.
The whore's eyes seemed to widen as she gazed upon the bruise on Arya's face and she cast a glance at the Hound, more than a mere flicker of fear in her eyes.
Arya backed away and blew out the candle, turning back to head toward the door. There was no way in hell she was going to wait around for the aftermath of whatever was about to occur. Still, she had to pause and glance back at the pair.
The Hound looked as though he wanted to strangle her. The whore was already pushing at his chest and pulling herself out from under him, murmuring something about needing to leave. She was throwing her clothes back on and flipping the coin back on the bed before hurrying out the door, pushing past Arya fearfully into the night.
Arya smirked at the Hound, unable to help herself from rubbing it in just a bit. Served him right and they still had the coin. The fucking Hound should be thanking her. She turned to follow the frightened whore out the door.
She was in the hallway and closing the door behind her, when suddenly an arm had grabbed her roughly and pulled her back in the room. He had moved with alarming speed for a man who had just been left in the middle of a fucking.
The door slammed and the Hound was slamming her up against the door. "What the fuck is your problem, you cunt?" he snarled, jamming her again against the door.
She could see stars. It was pretty forceful. Still, she bit her lip and she just raised her eyes to meet his, shoving him roughly on the chest, but seemingly having no effect on him. "Fuck you. You can do that elsewhere. I'm not going to stay up all night listening to the sound of your fucking."
The Hound slammed her again against the door. "I do whatever the fuck I want. If you have a fucking problem, then get the fuck out and don't fucking come back next time."
Another slam had her smacking her head on the door quite painfully. She let out an involuntary yelp of pain and her hand flew up to grab the top of her head. "Fuck you. You're such a pig. I hate you and I should have killed you when I had the chance."
He laughed cruelly, shoving her again against the door, but with slightly less force this time. "You and your fucking list. You'll never kill anyone off the damn thing. You're not focused, you're careless. Where's your fucking toothpick now?" A hand reached down and brushed against her hip and across the front of her stomach, fingers just grazing the clothing. "Not fucking with you. You're dead."
Arya glanced over across the Hound's shoulder to the tub, where Needle was resting against the ledge. Fuck. She turned her gaze to him, glaring. "Fuck you." She slapped him hard on the face and kicked him simultaneously.
Unphased, he grabbed her wrists and held them over his head with one hand, ignoring her angry struggles. "You're fucking weak,' he growled hoarsely.
His hand had started to caress her hip again, running along the hem of her shirt before dipping under it, brushing gently across her flat belly and toying with the edge of her trousers.
Arya could feel her breathing grow a little heavier. She bit her lip and she turned to glower at the Hound. "You're fucking disgusting. I'm not your fucking whore."
"Tell me to stop," he whispered, his body now pinning hers to the door and his hand dipping into her trousers, his fingers lingering on the edge of her panties.
She drew in a breath, opening her mouth to tell him to fuck off, when suddenly he dipped his finger inside her, brushing against the sensitive flesh.
The words she was about to utter were lost as she instead let out a soft gasp as she felt his fingers begin to gently caress the heat between her legs.
The Hound slipped one finger inside her, his thumb massaging the hot mound of nerves between her legs. He had released her wrists and instead used the free hand to tug her trousers down more, giving his hand freer access.
While the one finger moved inside her, she could feel her breath growing more ragged. Her hands were suddenly around his neck and she let out a soft moan as his hand brushed the sensitive bulb between her legs.
The Hounds face was inches from hers, his eyes glaring into hers with an unreadable glance. "I said tell me to stop," he snarled, his breath painting her lips.
Arya had thrown her head back as he pushed a second finger inside her. It was tight and she knew this was wrong, but she wasn't sure what came over her. She moved her lips closer so they barely brushed his. "I fucking heard you the first time," she snarled, shooting him a scowl before pushing her lips against his.
The kiss the followed was angry, not unlike the kiss the two had shared in the woods a few nights before. The Hound was pressed against her, his tongue brushing against hers. She let out an involuntary moan as his tongue and fingers ravaged her.
The anger seemed to dissipate and suddenly she wanted to just be closer to him. His hips were pushed too close against her for her to reach down to them, but she took her hands and she wrapped them around the back of his head, pulling his head closer as his lips claimed her.
His hand was still working its magic between her legs. Just the two fingers inside her were enough to leave her writhing in his arms. It was fucking tight, but it felt so good. That in combination with his thumb rubbing her clit and she could feel the climax coming soon, her body tensing and she felt the pleasure building up and up.
The Hound must have been able to sense it too. He slowed down slightly, his fingers moving within her and his thumb moving in lazy circles. He had moved his lips down to press some soft kisses on her neck.
Arya was panting. She could feel herself so close to climax. She struggled against him, pushing her hips up closer to him, urging him to move harder, faster.
He seemed to be taking his sweet time, moving his lips to press another kiss to her cheek, snickering at her sigh of frustration. He was nibbling on her ear lobe, suddenly moving even slower.
Frustrated, Arya yanked hair, feeling her breath making her chest heave even more heavily than she anticipated. "Fucking get on with it," she half snarled, half whimpered.
The fingers began to work within her harder, the thumb massaging her clit in a tight circle, his lips nipping her earlobe.
She thought she was going to die. The pleasure was mounting up and she could feel the tidal wave of pleasure, getting higher and higher.
His gruff voice was in her ear. "Come for me, wolf girl. Now."
The orgasm hit her like a stampede of stallions. She was nearly screaming as the waves of pleasure rolled over her, her body shaking as his hand pulled away from between her legs to help hold her in place as her body quaked.
She was trembling as the pleasure slowly subsided. He was holding her up against the door still and her legs were wrapped around him as well as her arms. She was panting and suddenly it began to dawn on her again where she was and who it was holding her against the fucking door. What the fuck had just happened again?
She blinked, her eyes meeting his and he seemed just as confused. He was starting to set her down slowly when there was a sudden banging on the door.
The Hound pulled Arya away from the door, turning to glower at the knob, where another knock sounded. "What?" he snarled.
"It's just the innkeep, ser," a timid voice called out. "Was merely checking on you - the woman ran out awfully quick."
"We're fine." The Hound snarled.
Arya had fixed the trousers and had turned toward the bed, feeling the redness in her cheeks burn. Whatever trance they had been in was now broken and she couldn't believe what had just happened.
The Hound turned, suddenly not looking much at her either. He had reached into the satchel and he tossed the salve he had purchased at the maester. "For your face." He turned back toward the door, tugging it open.
Arya caught it in her hands before glancing up at him, still feeling herself growing hot from just staring at him. "Where are you going?"
He didn't even turn back to look at her. "To get some fucking air." The door slammed and he was gone.
Arya raised her eyebrows. Would he be going to find that whore? She wondered. Likely not, although she wondered what sort of pleasure he had gotten out of what had just transpired.
She couldn't fucking believe it. She should have told him to stop, but she hadn't. Her body was still reeling from the best orgasm she had ever experienced in her life. It was fucking phenomenal. But it was the Hound and she hated him. He took advantage of her when she was vulnerable. That was the case here, right?
She turned and flopped down on the bed, staring up at the ceiling. Serious though, what the fuck had just happened? She placed a hand on her chest, feeling her heart beating fast. That had really been something else.
She turned to lay on her side, watching the door. Where had he run off to? She thought about following him, but decided against it. Brushing a lock of hair behind her head, she bit her lip and let out a deep breath. Things were definitely going to be getting more complicated.
Sorry this chapter is shorter than I would have liked. I'm hoping to have another one up later this week, but we shall see. With school having started, I'm very busy with my outside obligations. I'll update as often as I can.
Enjoy!
~Pawprynt