SANDOR

Admit it, you're hoping to see her. "Shut up," Sandor growled, ignoring the fact that he was talking to himself. He also ignored the fact that he had driven to the library that the little bird always seemed to be walking home from whenever he 'bumped' into her or nearly bumped into her with his truck.

Sandor found himself parking in front of the library, wondering if she was still there. He was about to drive off when he saw her hurrying down the steps, her remarkable hair blazing as vividly as fire under the sunlight. He smirked when he realized that in fifteen minutes she would be at the spot where she usually nearly became pulverized meat at the front of his truck.

He honked the horn and she looked up, recognition dawned across her face, and she immediately walked over. Sandor unlocked the passenger side door so that she could hop in.

"Post office please? I need to check my P.O. Box."

"To see if your brother wrote back?" he guessed even as he headed in the direction of the post office.

"Yes," she replied as she buckled herself in.

"If he cares so much about you, why hasn't he tried to contact you himself?" he asked her.

She turned on him, fury raging in her captivating eyes. "You shut up about my brother!"

He chuckled, which only increased her anger. The spitfire jumped out as soon as his wheels stopped spinning in front of the post office, and angrily hurried inside. By the time she reentered the truck, her anger was gone, although her face was crestfallen and she refused to speak to him.

He ignored her just as easily as she ignored him and proceeded to drop off the packages that were loaded in his truck. After his third stop, he entered the truck to find her chewing nervously on her plump lower lip. He dragged his gaze from her tantalizing lips back to her eyes.

She looked at him as he started driving. "What happened to your face, Sandor?"

By the quiet, tentative way she asked, he could tell that it had been on her mind for a while and she had only just drummed up the courage to ask. He briefly turned his head towards her before refocusing on his driving. "It doesn't frighten you?"

"No," she answered.

He shrugged. "Maybe one day I'll tell you, little bird."

She turned to look out of the window, her hands clutched around her book bag.

"I hope that you've smartened up and you're still not trying to run away," he rasped at her.

She ignored him and continued to silently stare out of the window. "It's not running away if I'm coming right back once I'm done," she finally retorted stubbornly.

Sandor kept stealing glances at her as he drove towards his next drop off. By the time he started towards her house to drop her off, she was curled up in the corner, asleep.

He wanted to lean down and steal a kiss from those tempting rose colored lips, darker but just as enthralling as her auburn hair that flamed a bright copper when the sun hit it. "Oh, little bird," he moaned as he felt himself harden. She was such a beautiful, willowy, wisp of a girl. Perfect in every way with legs that went on forever.

Young and innocent and way too naive the way she continued to hop into his truck. How did she know that he wasn't simply trying to win her trust before stealing her away? He shut his eyes as her arresting crystalline eyes that contrasted vividly with her flaming curtain of hair filled his mind. "Fuck," he rasped.

Before he could think clearly he parked his truck near her house, then reached over and pulled the sleeping figure into his lap. He might as well have one happy memory. No one ever said that I was a good guy. She was already angry at him, why not give her another reason to be angry? Maybe if she hated him he would finally be able to get her out of his head.

He moved back the hair that framed her heartbreaking face as she stirred in her sleep. "Little bird," he rasped, and she woke with a start, her eyes widening as she realized where she was. She tried to move off of him but his grip on her tightened. "It's alright. I just want to hold you. I'm not going to hurt you."

He stroked her hair, loving the feel of the luxurious strands until her stiff body began to relax in his arms. Then he turned her so her widened eyes were staring into his before lowering his face and stealing the kiss he had wanted to steal since the first time he lay eyes on her.

Her body immediately stiffened up again and he lifted his hands to rub his palms down her rigid arms. His lips were insistent against hers, plying at her soft rosebud lips until they softened against his. He deepened the kiss, devouring her until he felt like he was drowning in the essence of her. She was everything innocent and pure. Everything life had denied him.

When he finally withdrew from her, his breathing was harsh and sharp and she was silent, her eyes downcast. "I'm sorry, little bird," he rasped, his finger running along her slightly swollen lips.

He lifted her from his lap and gently dropped her back into her seat before he resumed driving. The rest of the drive was in silence. He shot a look of regret at her forlorn form hunched up in her seat. She had compressed herself so tightly it seemed as if she was trying to make herself small enough to disappear.