It took him less than half a second to race out of the bedroom and head towards the stairs, running down to the main floor in the direction that the sound had come. He held his breath the hold time and moved as fast as the wind, and the only thought that crossed his mind the entire time was praying to all the gods (that he didn't even believe in! He was that desperate!) that nothing bad had happened while he was fucking asleep.

He reached the bottom of the marble staircase (he almost slipped while running down that damn slippery surface, which could have ended in him breaking his neck, but he held on and kept running), and from the corner of his eye he saw a broken vase on the floor, next to the staircase. It had fallen from an old wooden table, and there was a figure quickly moving in the shadows. The person had tried to tiptoe around the main hall, but started running as soon as Sandor appeared.

A ray of moonlight illuminated a red lock of hair, and Sandor grunted. He ran towards Sansa, who ran towards the door like a soul chased by the devil himself. She was fast, but Sansor was faster. Sansa had her hands around the door knob, and she was about to open it when Sansor arrived behind her and slammed his fist violently against the door, slamming it shut. Sansa jumped and screamed, startled, and she turned her body around putting her back again the door and facing Sandor while he glared at her, throwing knifes through his eyes.

"What the fuck are you doing?!" he barked, infuriated by her attempt to escape while she thought he was asleep and wouldn't notice her sneaking away through the mansion.

"I-I... I..." she stuttered, too shocked and startled to form a coherent phrase.

"Answer me!"

"I-I wanted to go out!" she said, her voice now stronger.

"You know you are not allowed to go out alone! I have orders! If you want to go out, you wait for the morning!"

"But-but I..." Sansa looked away from him and cleared her throat. Now she was breathing more calmly, and when she looked at him again she held her head high. "I don't want to wait for the morning!"

"Well, you are going to have to! I am NOT going to get out now just because you suddenly want a midnight stroll."

"I don't want you to come with, I want to be alone!" she said, raising her voice, clearly upset. "I haven't been alone in over a year, I need some space!"

"Well, too bad, little princess," he hissed, grabbing Sansa's arm to force her to go back to her room.

She resisted and pulled her arm free, and she turned around to face the door again. Once again, Sandor pressed his hand against it so that Sansa could not get out of the mansion.

"Please..." she murmured then, much softer than how she had been speaking before and barely audible, and he thought for a moment that she was sobbing, but he wasn't sure. "I just want to get out... Just for a minute..."

"You think I'm stupid, girl? You want to escape. You'll get us into a shitload of trouble and I'm not going to put up with it!"

"You don't understand..." she said, her voice breaking. When Sandor heard her like that, he relaxed his muscles and changed the expression in his face from fury to concern.

Sansa had pressed her forehead against the door while she murmured something quietly. In the moonlight, Sandor could see that her shoulders were shaking; she was sobbing indeed, very quietly, not wanting to be seen like that.

Not knowing what to do and feeling terribly uncomfortable, but at the same time knowing that he couldn't just stand there and simply watch Sansa crying. Not feeling as awkward doing it as he did the first times, he put his arms around her small and thin body and hugged her against his chest, trying to somehow give her some comfort, even though it wasn't much. Sansa didn't resist to that movement like she had resisted to him grabbing her arm and pulling her away from the door; instead she pressed herself against him, hiding between his huge arms and staining his suit with her salty tears.

"It's okay, little bird, everything's alright..." he murmured as softly as he could, even though his voice still sounded like steel against stone. He dared to pass his hand over her hair, combing her long silky long with his fingers, trying to calm her down a bit.

She shook her head and sobbed again.

"No, it's not... You don't understand, you know nothing..."

He did understand. He did know. He knew what that was all about, what had made her want to sneak out at the slightest opportunity that she could seize, he knew what it was that had her in tears and shaking like a scared little girl between his arms. He knew everything, and he pitied her, to tell the truth... He never felt bad about anyone, but he hated what they had done to this poor and perfect woman that was so broken inside. He had seen the person that she really was, a happy, carefree and playful little bird that was able to smile when she was not surrounded by monsters anymore. It was all that light inside of her that made all her suffering and pain so much worse, in Sandor's opinion. Even though he had always been a pitiless person, he felt sorrow for her dark fate.

"I do understand, little bird," he rasped. His fingers kept caressing her hair. "I do know... I know that you are afraid, and in pain. And I know why, too."

Slowly, she moved her head away from his chest, moving a little bit away from him, putting some space between them. She looked up to his eyes; he had already become used to the darkness, and he was able to see her narrowed bless eyes studying him with a shocked and confused expression.

"You can't possibly know..." she whispered in disbelief.

"I know why you are afraid of Joffrey," he insisted, and he felt her tensing up. He shook his head. "It's not because if the beatings, or the way in which he cowardly mistreats you... It's because he had your father killed."

Sansa gasped, shocked after hearing him hear that. He could see in her eyes that she never would have expected him to know anything about that. She was horrified. Her lower lip trembled.

"You... you know about that?" She said, and her voice broke.

Gods forbid that she could be thinking that he had anything to do with it!

"I figured it out," he quickly confessed, before she could get the wrong idea in her head. He didn't want her to hate and fear him for such a thing that he had known nothing about until the previous day. "The way in which Joffrey treats you, your sister's hatred... The way in which you stubbornly keep saying that you have to marry him, even though it's the last thing you want to do in this world."

"Sandor..."

"He threatened you, didn't he?" he rasped, angry. She wiped the tears away from her face with her hand and nodded. She was still very shaken up, but she was trying to be strong. Sandor was impressed that she could stay composed even though she must be overwhelmed with negative emotions.

"He did," she admitted. "But now he's far away, and he can't see me. It's been the first time in a year that I can get away, and my family is closer than they were before. And I trust you! Please... please, let me go."

He wanted to. He wanted her to be free and run away with her family, who would take care of her once they knew what Joffrey had done and the hell that Sansa was living with him...

...Or at least, they would try to protect her. After all, Joffrey was also a Lannister. And Lannisters did not like it when someone dared to cross their family. They were powerful, and they were dangerous. Sansa would still be I'm danger if she ran away.

"I'm sorry, little bird," Sandor murmured, his voice still sounding harsh but with a gentle tone to it. "But I can't let you go. They will kill us both, and you know it."

"I know," she nodded, biting her lip, and the expression in her face became even sadder and more worried that it was before.

"But I promise that I will protect you, little bird. Always. If he dares to do anything to you, I'll kill him, I swear. I'll kill them all."

He didn't know why he was suddenly saying that, but he knew it was true. He had always been a loyal servant dog to the Lannisters, but he had drawn the line when he met Sansa. He knew that, if the moment came when he had to do it, he would kill anyone who harmed Sansa, let it be Joffrey or any other buffering idiot.

Sansa had looked away from him for a second, but the instant that those words left his mouth, she slowly moved her eyes back to his. At first there was disbelief in her eyes, then there was something similar to amazement.

And then there was something else in her eyes, some kind of spark that illuminated them with the brightest light.

All of a sudden, she grabbed his jacket to pull him closer to her. She put her other hand on the back of his head, and she stood on the tips of her toes to be able to reach his face. Sandor was only able to see a small lips on her lips before she pressed them to his, and kissed him.

It was a chaste kiss, lips to lips only, but it was intense. His short beard scratched the delicate porcelain skin of her face, and her lips tasted of strawberry. His lips tasted of whiskey.

Sandor tensed up, completely caught by surprised, but he didn't pull away immediately. He stayed there, with his mind completely in blank, for a couple of seconds before he finally closed his eyes. He allowed himself to enjoy the moment for a few moments, not thinking about anything, just feeling the glory of Sansa's kiss against his own, tasting her sweet lips and smelling her sweet perfume...

When he came to his senses he opened his eyes wide like plates, and he tensed up again. Sansa felt it and pulled away from him, breaking the kiss. Her cheeks were flushed, and she looked at Sandor surprised and shy.

It took Sandor a few seconds to steady his breathing and put his thoughts in order. Sansa had just kissed him. Sansa Stark had kissed him.

What?

He sighed, feeling defeated and work down.

"Sansa..." he said, holding her arms and keeping her away from him, ignoring her confessed expression. "Seducing me won't get you anything. I won't let you go."

Sansa smiled again, confusing him even more than he already was, and she moved her body closer to us again despite his protests. She raised her hands and cupped his face with them, smiling oh-so-ever sweetly to him. Her eyes really did shine like sapphires that night.

"Don't you understand?" she whispered. "That's what I want... I don't want you to let go of me."

Once the meaning of her words hit him, he gasped, not believing it. But Sansa's eyes were not lying, she really meant it.

"Sandor..."

She kissed him again, and this time, Sandor didn't freeze. In less than a second he had surrounded her with his arms, pressing her completely against his body, and he kissed her back. His entire being, body and soul, had been asking him for this the whole day. He wasn't going to push her away. They both wanted this, and he wasn't going to waste the opportunity that they had to be alone. He didn't care that he didn't understand how any of this was possible.

His tongue licked Sansa's lip, and she opened her mouth. He explored her mouth, and their tongues joined and danced together, tangling around each other. Sansa threw her arms around Sandor's neck, pressing her body to his as much as possible. She tangled her fingers between his dark hair, and she moaned against his mouth; that made Sandor groan with pleasure. He felt spark running around his body from his toes all the way up to his head.

"You don't have to do this..." he muttered in one last moment of decency before he lost all control over himself. He wanted to give Sansa one last chance to stop whatever the hell all that was, and he would pretend like it had never happened. The sound of his voice was muffled by all the kissing that was going on. He felt Sansa smiling against his mouth.

"I want to," she insisted, sounding more sincere that she ever had. So Sandor castes away any doubts that he could have about that moment and kissed her again, fiercely, passionately.

He placed his hands on her waist, but after a moment he couldn't keep them still and they proceeded to roam Sansa's perfect body. She was wearing a right navy blue dress that seemed black in the darkness of night, and it embraced her curves perfectly. Encouraged by his own passion, Sansa removed her arms from around Sandor's neck and started exploring his body as well. Even though he was fully clothed, she could feel his powerful muscles underneath the fabric of his white shirt.

He took a step forward and slammed her against the door. Sansa gasped, but Sandor silenced her with his mouth. She did not protest, and he could feel her smiling against his mouth again. He lowered his hands towards her legs and grabbed them, raising them while her back was still against the wall, and he out then around his waist. Sansa giggled and kissed him while Sandor's hands caressed her bare soft skin of the back of her legs. His blood started to boil because of the close contact with that amazing woman, and soon enough, he was hard as a rock.

Sansa felt him and she rocked her hips against his, making them both groan against each other's mouth. Sansa cupped his cheek with one of her hands and held on to his back with her other hand, and Sandor made sure that he had a good hold of her before moving away from the door and walking towards the end of the main hall. Sansa tightened the hold of her legs around him, but she let go when she felt something hard crashing against her back. She stopped kissing Sandor and gasped; she turned her head around, wanting to see what had crashed against her and made Sandor stop walking, and smiled playfully when she saw a grand piano standing there. She turned her attention back to Sandor, who was grinning broadly.

He sat her down on the hard surface of the expensive black piano. He took her face and crashed his lips against hers, still unable to understand what the hell was going on. No woman would ever want him, much less a beauty like Sansa! He did not know what kind of game she was playing, but he was loving it, so he didn't torment himself with stupid questions. If there was anything to regret, he would regret it later, not at that moment.

He felt a sharp bit pleasurable pain in his lower lip, and he slowly pulled away from Sansa. She was teasingly biting down on his bottom lip, playfully pulling from it before letting it go. Her eyes were wanton and filled his lust.

Sandor raised an eyebrow, surprised by that sexual side of Sansa that he was just now discovering, and enjoying like he had nothing else in his life. He returned the same playful and lustful look to her. He licked his lip before rasping:

"Naughty..."

She gave him another lustful, playful, sexy look with those amazingly blue eyes of his, and he lost it. He slammed his body against hers, and his hands slipped underneath the short dark dress, caressing as much skin as he could find. Sansa's skin felt like it was on fire under his hands, and being in contact with her burned him, but it was a good kind of burning.

Sansa's hands got tangled in his tie, and she loosened it until she got rid of it and she threw it aside, not caring if it landed on the floor or on the piano. She then went further ahead and grabbed Sandor's white shirt; she pulled from it, and the top buttons were ripped from the shirt, jumping in all directions. Sandor couldn't care less if the shirt was ruined. His chest was now bare, and Sansa entertained herself by admiring his powerful muscles with her eyes wide open. Her mouth even former a cute little "o". She touched each one of his abs, caressed some old scars that were a little souvenirs from war, and ran her fingers through the thick black hair of his broad chest. Sandor watched her observing him and kept grinning like before.

"Like what you see?" he dared to ask, amused by her expression.

"Yes," she whispered, breathing heavily. She finally looked away from his muscled chest, though she was still touching every inch of it, and she looked into his eyes. He found an invitation in the ocean of her pupils, and he grabbed the hem of her dress. He lifted the skirt of the dress, caressing her skin as he did so and sending shivers down her spine. Once he had completely lifted the short skirt of her dress and left her legs totally bare, he took his hand to her back to unzip her dress. After he slowly did so, grazing the skin of her back with the tips of his fingers, Sansa stripped him of his black jacket and threw it away, and the she unbuttoned the few buttons that were left on the shirt before she stripped him of it as well, leaving his upper body completely naked.

He almost laughed when he heard her gasp with delight at the sight of the muscles in his arms. Each one of them were almost the size of the waist, tick and hard as tree trunks. She touched his arms and then she kissed him again. They both closed their eyes and got lost in their kiss while Sansa's hands wandered off to his belt. She unfastened his belt with eagerness, and then she took it off and three it away to join his other pieces of clothing on the floor.

"My turn now," he muttered against her mouth, and he kept pulling her dress up, revealing more and more skin as he went on, until they broke the kiss so that he could pull the dress out of her. Once Sansa was out of the dress, Sandor threw it with his clothes and he didn't lose a second in kissing her again.

The main hall of the mansion was filled with the noises that their mouths, lips and tongues did when they French kisses passionately, and with their sound of their desperate and heavy breathing. Sandor was starting to feel dizzy from the lack of air, so he decided to take a break from kissing and explore the wonderful image that now was I front of him.

Sansa was gorgeous, but he already knew that. He had already seen her almost naked earlier, but that had been a different situation, whereas this right now was intimate and special. Sansa had the body of a goddess, with not a single imperfection nor anything out of place. She was the embodiment of beauty...

...and she was only for him to see.

"Gods, Sansa," he rasped, and he burying his face in her neck, kissing and licking and slightly biting her tender skin. He felt her shiver and heard her giggling, and it encouraged him only more to keep doing it. He then moved to the other die of her neck, kissing and biting it while one of his hands got tangled in her auburn locks, and the other explored her back, pulling him as close to him as possible.

Her curious hands moved to the zip of his pants, finding the hardness there and grazing it. He froze in that moment, suddenly snapping back to reality, apparently realizing for the first time what was happening there between him and Sansa.

Sansa, who was engaged to another man. His boss. One of the most powerful men in Westeros, and also a dangerous person.

They should not be doing what they were doing... or about to do. They should stop right there, forget that anything had happened at all, and continue their lives trying not to get killed for being wanton idiots. He should start acting like a smart person and tell Sansa to stop right then and there, give her her clothes back, and send her to bed.

She must have sensed his tension, and when he stopped kissing her neck she looked at him with a frown.

"Is everything ok?"

All his doubts went away as soon as he saw her again. Fuck Joffrey. Fuck the world. He wasn't going to let anything ruin to moment.

"Couldn't be better," was his answer, and as a response to that Sansa smiled, and slowly, almost teasingly, the moved away from him until she was laying on her back on the piano.

It was like a fucking dream, seeing Sansa laying down in that black piano, with her beautiful auburn hair sprawled in all directions over the black wood, and covered only with a revealing white lace bra and panties.

Careful not to break the piano with his weigh, he positioned himself somewhat over Sansa, and he placed his mouth right above her bellybutton, kissing her flat stomach there and making his way up her body with kisses and licks and bites everywhere. Once he reached her neck, he cupped her breast with his hands and squeezed. Sansa moaned and twisted under him, making him grin again. She threw her legs around his waist, pulling his hips closer to hers, and his hard groin grazed hers, making her moan and twist under him again.

"Sandor..." she moaned, driving her crazy. He loved the sound of his name coming out of her sweet mouth that was his to claim at that moment. "Sandor, please... Please..."

"What, little bird?" he asked, kissing her jaw. "What do you want?"

"Ta-take me..."

"What?"

"Take me... I'm all yours... Take me..." she sighed. He pulled away from her just a few inches, and after seeing the same in her eyes that he felt inside of him, he didn't even give it a second thought.

In less than a second he had grabbed her, pulled her away from the piano and taken her up the stairs and into her room. The moonlight illuminated the bedroom completely and allowed him to fine the huge bed with no trouble. He threw Sansa on too of the bed, making her squeal, and grinned as she laid there waiting for him, watching as he unzipped his pants and pulled them off, leaving only a pair of dark boxers on him. She waited for him to take those off too, but he only took off his shoes and then he just stood there, waiting for her. Sansa understood his silent request, and she kneeled on the bed and turned her back to him. She moved her hands to the clasp of her bra and took it off with a single movement, and then she ever-so-slowly took it off. However, because she had her back turned to him, he couldn't see her naked front, and he groaned in frustration. She enjoyed it, and that made him even more frustrated. She was playing with him, knowing that he was dying of desire for all of her. She cupped her breast with he own hands, shielding them away from view before turning around to face him again. He grained again, making her know that he was not happy with her denying him that view, but he also felt amazed by how sexy he found the image of Sansa cupping her breasts... If only those were his hands right then...

She lowered her gaze for a moment, and he knew what she wanted.

Alright, then, he thought as he also took his boxers off, leaving himself completely naked in front of the bed and in front of Sansa. Once he got rid of the piece of clothing, he stood tall and proud, and above all, hard.

The way in which Sansa's jaw dropped when she saw him as naked as the day he was born was priceless. Sandor could have even laughed if the situation had been different, and enjoyed the way in which Sansa approvingly took in every detail of him; she looked very pleased.

When she stared at Sandor again, she didn't move for a couple of seconds, until she finally moved her hands away from her breast. Sandor felt short of breath again as they were revealed to him. Big, round and full, they were perfect. He wanted to do so many things with them...

He jumped on the bed then, and Sansa squealed again. Sandor silenced her with a kiss again, and he was alarmed when he realized how quickly he was becoming addicted to Sansa's mouth. He was becoming addicted to all of her, truth be told.

He covered her body with his own, and he enjoyed the sound of her gleeful laughs and he kissed and caressed every single inch of her body. Her panties soon flew to the floor, leaving Sansa just as naked as Sandor was, and she threw her arms around him, kissing and touching and feeling every inch of him just as he was doing with her.

He asked her again if that was what she wanted. He did not want to force her to do anything, he was not that kind of man; he left that job to other bastards, and he intended to protect her from them as best as he could.

She answered yes. That was genuinely what she wanted, and Sandor could not find anything else stopping them from doing what they both wanted... There was nothing stopping them from pursuing their deepest and most secret desires...

...Even if it was for that night only.

Ok, I hope you enjoyed that!

I cut it short right there instead of writing more and further describing their intimacies because lately I've been feeling that I prefer to write the emotions that they feel before going to the next level and having a hot night and mentions some details here and there, instead of just write graphic descriptions of their new affair. I think it's better to leave it to the imagination of the reader, we have all read too much SanSan hotness already (and we all know that these two are going to have hot scandalous sex, nothing less, so it's easy to imagine).

I might write more graphic situations with these two further on. Maybe I'll decide to write about that in the beginning of the next chapter, who knows!

but as of right now, I feel like it is better how I left it, hot but not graphic and open to the imagination of the readers. If you prefer more specific sexy times, you are welcome to tell me! I like opinions ^^

So yeah, I hope you have liked the chapter! :D leave a review, please! I'm very happy receiving reviews.

Now I'm off to sleep, I've been writing this until 5 am.