A/N: Sorry for the wait. I was just really unsure of exactly where I wanted to go with this chapter so I wrote way too many versions before I finally settled on this one. Regardless, things are going to get a lot more...interesting, after this one, and I hope that you enjoy the latest installment. The chapter title means 'love' in Hawaiian, among other things. Thank you to GrowlingPeanut, Mari88, and soubifan700 for reviewing the last chapter, and to everyone for being so patient. I'll try my best to get the next chapter out to you faster.

Disclaimer: Everything belongs to Her Interactive and George R. R. Martin, except for Samuel Collins. And, side note, my Sam was back in town on leave this week and I got to see him so yay! My boyfriend and I went golfing with him and it was more fun than it should've been.

She was almost unsure when she said it the first time. It came out so quietly that he wasn't even sure if he had heard her correctly, but a second later, she smiled, widely, and looked up at him before repeating it.

"I love you, Sandor Clegane."

In all honesty, he didn't know what to do. He was over two hundred years old and yet he had absolutely no experience in this particular realm. He had never been in love when he had still been a mortal, let alone in the centuries since. So this…what was he supposed to do?

Thankfully, he didn't have to decide for himself. Laughing gaily, Sansa threw herself at him, raining kisses across his ruined skin before settling on his lips and tilting her head to give him better access. His hands gripped her waist instinctively as he returned the kiss. This, he could certainly do.

Not wholly aware of his own actions, he slowly pushed her backwards until she was pressed against the cave wall, her pointed toes sinking into the battered mattress beneath them as she tried to account for their height difference. When she sucked his tongue between her lips, his hips jerked forward and Sansa's eyes flew open as she gasped.

Silently cursing himself for his own arousal, he took a step back and eyed her warily. "E kala mai ia'u, manu li'ili'i."

Though he wasn't sure that she understood his words, she shook her head and met his gaze, eyes hazy and dark. "No." She reached out and pulled him back to her, inexpertly pressing him against her with a hand on his ass as she sighed softly.

He couldn't deny the fact that he wanted this, more than anything, but it wasn't something that he wanted her to regret. She was still so young and so...perfect. "Are you sure?" His voice had deepened considerably with desire and he assumed that she knew he was far past the point of 'sure', so when she nodded, he was relieved.

"I won't be gentle," he warned, running his thumb along her jaw as she gazed up at him. "Not sure if I can be. I want this too badly."

She captured his hand with her own and turned it, softly kissing his palm before smiling. "I'm stronger than you think I am." The hand around his neck pulled him toward her and she whispered beside his ear. "And I want this just as badly as you do."

Her permission granted, he wasted no more time, fingers fumbling at the buttons on her uniform as he kissed her fervently, half afraid that if he let her go, she would just disappear and he would wake up from this dream.

She helped him push her sloppily unbuttoned dress to the ground, a bright blush painting her cheeks as she stood before him in the matching lace bra and panties that Arya had sent her. Her body was flushed and hot to the touch, and he reveled in the fact that it had little to do with the lava that swirled behind the walls around them.

"Nani, manu li'ili'i. Hemolele."

Taking his hand, she twined her fingers through his and placed a chaste kiss against his lips before stepping away from the wall and lowering herself onto his bed, pulling him down with her. As he settled above her and brought their mouths back together, she expertly flicked open the buttons of Kahale's old uniform. When his eyes flared with unspoken jealousy, she kissed him sweetly and offered a smile. "We all have to undress sailors in need of treatment at one point or another."

His grunt of reply was unconvincing, but the possessive gleam faded slightly, replaced with anxiety as she finished and pushed it off of his shoulders.

"Sansa—"

She silenced him with a kiss and shook her head. "I want to see you."

Unable to resist her even if he had wanted to, he obeyed, removing the jacket and worn shirt beneath to reveal the scarred and pock-marked chest that lay beneath. Never before had he felt as ashamed as he did in that moment as he watched her smooth, flawless skin mingle with the mottled reds of his own.

"I love you," she murmured again, very much aware of his insecurities and eager to quell them.

Unwilling to meet the adoration in his gaze, he dipped his head to her neck and smirked when she let out a low moan, her fingers tangling in his hair to keep him in place. With the hand that wasn't tilting her chin for better access to the pale expanse of her throat, he moved beneath her, freeing the clasp of her bra before claiming the prize beneath.

Her breath caught in her throat as his fingers danced over her breasts and she squirmed beneath him, desperately seeking the friction that her body craved. All too happy to oblige, he rocked his hips against hers, smirking down at her when she gasped and then let out a long shuddering breath.

When he did it again she let out a whine and then a veritable yelp as his hand settled between her thighs. "Sandor!"

He cocked an eyebrow and brushed his knuckles over the growing patch of moisture on her silk panties. "'Ae, manu li'ili'i?"

She must have understood the question, because when he repeated the motion, she gripped him tightly and hissed between her teeth. "'Ae..."

Sandor chuckled at her reaction and kissed her open mouth, swallowing the sounds that rose in her throat as he continued to touch her. Her squirming had begun to grow erratic when she pushed his hand away and met his gaze, eyes wide and unfocused.

"Sandor..."

He pressed a kiss to her forehead and raised his eyebrow. "Mm?"

Her cheeks flushed a deeper red as she continued to stare and when she spoke again, it was with a desire and vulnerability that made her impossible to resist. "Make love to me."

And so he did.

"Aloha kakahiaka."

Sansa opened her eyes to see Sandor sitting beside her, back in his uniform as he smiled fondly at her sleepy expression. She stretched and then yawned. "Good morning. How long was I asleep?"

He shrugged. "A few hours. The sun's only just rising."

She nodded and stretched again, enjoying the pleasant ache that reminded her of their activities the night before.

His expression grew worried and he reached out to brush a lock of hair behind her ear. "How are you feeling?"

Sitting up, she leaned forward to give him a lingering kiss before smiling. "Perfect. A little sore, but I think that's to be expected."

He smirked and nodded in agreement. "Expected and your fault besides, manu li'ili'i. You couldn't get enough of me."

Though she knew he was teasing, the words brought a blush to her cheeks. It was true after all. The first time had been over quickly, much to Sandor's chagrin, but the second and third times she had found completion beneath his trembling frame had more than made up for it. She could only wonder how she had gone so long without being so close to him. Finally, she understood the intimacy of a loving relationship, and no, she didn't think she could ever get enough.

"I made this for you." Sandor's voice broke her from her thoughts and when she looked up, he was holding out a shell necklace in his hand, a slight blush tinting the skin that had survived the flames. "I couldn't sleep, so I went up for a little while and gathered a few from our part of the beach. I thought you might like it."

Their part of the beach. She liked the sound of that. "Like it?" She took it and carefully slid over her head, watching as it settled against her chest. "I love it."

He smiled in relief and then took a moment to admire her before sighing. "You should probably be getting back."

At that, the illusion of normalcy ruptured and she nodded sadly. If only she could love him as openly as she wanted to. If only he weren't an immortal bound to the islands by the wrath of Pele. If only.

"Myranda's probably worried."

He nodded and handed her her uniform. "As she should be. Haven't you heard the legends of Kāne 'Ōkala? They say he's a madman who roams these islands looking to ravage beautiful nurses." Against his better judgment, he pushed her back down onto his cot and kissed her soundly, smiling when she giggled and wound her arms around his neck.

Her hand was just creeping down to the buckle of his belt when he abruptly pulled away and shook his head. "You do that and I'll never let you leave."

"And if I don't want to leave?"

The question made them both smile wistfully and realizing the futility of continuing their affair by the light of day, Sansa quietly redressed and stood, moving to the tunnel that would lead her closest to the harbor when she resurfaced.

Sandor watched her silently and it wasn't until she stood beside one of the many exits from his cave home that he stood and joined her. "Will I see you again tonight?" He asked, hoping that she couldn't tell how desperately he wanted the answer to be yes.

She nodded and smiled, cupping his face in her hands and kissing him tenderly. "Of course. I love you."

"Aloha au iā 'oe." It was the first time he had said it, and when he saw the look of pure joy that bloomed in Sansa's eyes, he knew that he meant it. More than anything else in the world, he meant it.

"Sansa!" She cringed at Myranda's yell. She was very fond of her busty, promiscuous friend, but her voice tended to be a few octaves louder than necessary. "Where were you last night?"

"I just took a walk to clear my head before bed and ended up falling asleep on the beach again. I'm sorry if I worried you."

"Oh, you're fine," Randa replied, waving aside the apology. Sansa eyed her suspiciously, a feeling of dread settling in her gut when her friend smiled widely. "We were just all looking for you. We have a surprise for you, Sans, and we had to wait to give it to you because we couldn't find you. Come on, get in here."

Allowing herself to be dragged into the hospital, Sansa sighed heavily and absently wished that she had just stayed underground with Sandor for the rest of the day. When they made it inside, everyone looked over and a troubling amount of smiles and winks were thrown in Sansa's direction. She ignored it for the moment, assuming that Myranda's big mouth had simply spread the news of whatever surprise the nurses had conspired to get her.

"Well...here you go!"

Sansa was pushed into the nurse's quarters with a huff and then stopped cold, her heart dropping at the sight before her.

"Hello, Sansa."

E kala mai ia'u- I'm sorry

Nani- beautiful

Hemolele- perfect

'Ae- yes

Aloha kakahiaka- good morning

Aloha au iā 'oe- I love you too