Hello you amazing humans!
I cannot thank you all enough for loving and supporting this story, you're all just awesome. Four days.
Couple things. I don't know anything about sports so humor me whenever those aspects come up. Also, totally aware farmer markets are morning excursions but that didn't fit with my timeline so guess what? This one is open in the afternoon.
Last, I snuck in a reference to another show I LOVE! Tell me if you caught it and if you watch too.
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Four days. Four fucking days.
That's how long it's been since I've seen Sansa and I'm fucking miserable.
Fuck.
I haven't spoken to her either. No matter what Bronn said, I couldn't bring myself to reach out. Any confidence that had been trying to grow within me dissipated more every day that I wasn't with Sansa, until it vanished completely.
Add in no sleep since Monday night and I know I'm meaner and grumpier than ever. How the hells has this girl taken such a hold on me already? I feel as if I'm wandering aimlessly without her.
It's only five in the morning but I get up and grab my shit for the day and head to the gym. Perks of owning the place, I can open it when I bloody want.
I work out until the usuals come in for their pre-work sessions and crowd me. At least showering here means I have no desire to jerk off.
Unlike every other day this week, sometimes twice, at home, when Sansa would commandeer all my thoughts.
Stomping into my office, after getting coffee and breakfast, I'm relieved Osha nor Bronn are in yet. I've been shite company this week and even if I feel like crap for it, I can't drag myself out of this hole.
And I've been here more than usual. I found any and every excuse to leave my flat everyday, at all times of day, in the hopes I would bump into her. Too bad I'm not that bloody lucky.
Today I'll get to speak to Sansa at least. I have to. I promised to take her to Notting Hill to the market tomorrow. She may not want to go anymore and that's fin-...it is what it is, but I won't let her down.
As soon as it's an acceptable time of day, I rub my sweaty palms along my jeans and then pick up my phone, that squeezing nonsense going on in my gut again. Damn butterflies...
Sandor: Hi Sansa. How was your week?
Can I shoot myself? "How was your week?" Why is writing a simple message so fucking difficult when it comes to her?
Those thoughts are chased away when I hear my phone vibrate.
Sansa: Hey you! It's been okay, lots of editing and strongly worded emails. I thought of what you said to me and stood my ground.
The first smile in four days crosses my face as I read and reread her message.
Sansa: How about yours?
Shit, utter and total shit without you. That's what I want to say.
Sandor: Good, glad I could help.
Sandor: Same shit different day. Happy to see the weekend.
That's all I end up saying. She can take the last part as she wants...
Sandor: Did you still want to go to Notting Hill tomorrow afternoon?
Sansa: Yes please! I'm looking forward to it
I'm too far gone to let her words sink in and cheer me up completely, but they take the edge off. I want to tell her that I can't fucking wait to see her. She writes again before I can grow the balls to.
Sansa: We should go to brunch first! What do you think?
I'm not huge on eating out. I do enjoy it and get over myself but I wouldn't want to eat in front of a mirror and that weighs on my mind about the other patrons.
Everyone else can fuck off tomorrow though.
Sandor: Sounds good. I can come get you at 10:30?
Sansa: Perfect! I've heard good things about Tom's Kitchen.
Thankfully, I have eaten there before and I know there's places I'm comfortable sitting.
Sandor: Aye, it's good there.
If I wasn't such an idiot I'd make conversation but I'm drawing a blank.
Sansa: Awesome! See you tomorrow.
Sandor: Until tomorrow little bird
I exhale a large breath, tension and misery leaving me simply from talking to her. Feeling relaxed for the first time in days I feel another grin tug at my mouth.
"Fucking finally!" Bronn exclaims as he swaggers into my office.
"What are you on about?" My good mood is slipping.
"You don't look as though you're about to murder everyone in sight. Guessing you saw your girl then?"
"She's not my girl." I grumble, the fact making my stomach turn. "We were just messaging."
"Not yet." He wags his eyebrows. "And you're this chuffed? I can't wait to see how you act once you actually kiss her." He laughs.
I hate that he has a point. Maybe I'll just drop dead when, I mean if, the time comes, from being overwhelmed and happy.
"Did you have a reason for bothering me?" I bark.
"Osha and I have been the only ones brave enough to check on and ask things of you this week, and it's my turn." Bronn smirks like the ass he is. "Here, sign these." He pushes a pile of papers my way.
I snatch them and begin scribbling. Of course he's not done with me yet.
"Seeing as you're all rainbows and kittens again, we're going for dinner tonight."
Sighing I look up at him, my crazy best friend who has never given up on me. "Fine."
We go over some pending contracts and finalize the notice for our upcoming AGM and then I'm blissfully alone for the rest of the day.
I did make an effort to go and get Osha her favorite coffee and offer her a meek smile along with it. She put up with my bad attitude everyday without complaint.
"Feeling better you big pup?"
"I am. Shouldn't have been miserable to you." It's the best apology I can give her.
"This was your "get out of jail free card" for the year." She winks at me knowingly. Bronn wouldn't have said a word, Osha is just like Sansa and can read me like an open book.
I actually get my work done, even if I do find myself glancing at my cell repeatedly, hoping to hear from Sansa and then willing myself to message her. Neither happen.
By the time Bronn comes to get me for dinner I'm looking forward to it. Maybe the food, beer and company will keep my mind occupied. Probably not, but here's to trying.
When I look at my watch on the walk home several hours later, not even tipsy but at least one over the limit, I'm surprised it's pretty late. Suppose Bronn succeeded in distracting me somewhat, I hadn't been itching to rush home, hoping to see Sansa. Even if that's all I wanted.
As I reach the door to our building, I spot a flash of red walking towards me and wonder if maybe I *am drunk. After planning, wishing and repeating it on a loop for days, am I really bumping into her when I had given up any hope of seeing her until the morning?
She looks up from digging in her bag and I know it's her. The dazzling smile she flashes me is the first hint. Her excited shout from down the street and her now hurried steps, confirm this is really happening. "Sandor!"
I stay where I am, holding the door open and wave to her, smiling, hoping it's not too frightening. When she reaches me I don't manage to respond before her empty arm wraps around my side and gives me a quick squeeze.
"Hi." I say, my voice more like gravel than usual as I rest my hand on her lower back.
Sansa pulls back with a flushed face and coy smile. "Finally, our paths cross." She walks ahead of me to the lift. "You must've been busy this week."
Busy looking for you and being a coward.
"You could say that, I've been at the office everyday."
"Ah, that's the problem right there. You were out and about while I was locked in my flat, glued to my computer. If it wasn't for late night coffee runs I wouldn't see anyone." She tells me, holding up her take-out cup for emphasis.
I feel slightly better knowing I couldn't have seen her, unless I was a stalker living in her air vents.
"What were you doing out late on a Friday night? Hot date?" Sansa asks, almost rambling now.
We're walking into the lift and she tries to hide her face, swiping her fob and pressing two, but I can hear in her tone and saw it in her features before she turned away, she's apprehensive. Of what? My answer?
"Fuck no." I respond immediately with a laugh. "Bronn wishes." I joke, trying to lighten the mood.
Sansa's shoulders literally sag and her face softens. "This the only break you've been getting?" I ask, with a nod to her cup of caffeine, concerned about her well being.
"Pretty much, but I'm sending off my final draft in the morning so I'll be back to normal after that. At least my strange routine had me see not only you but I met Margaery too. She's lovely."
The young woman is feisty, like her gran, and also very nice. She's only ever shown me kindness, even if I hardly ever see her. She's been abroad, for her fashion line, for about eighteen months. Previous to this stint in Los Angeles, she was living here three months out of the year, tops.
"She's finally back?"
"Yes, she only landed earlier this week and she said she's here to stay. Whatever that means, we only spoke for a short while. We're actually going for drinks tomorrow, after you and I get back." She's excited, and it makes me happy. Like the love sick dog that I am.
"Olenna will be pleased at having her home for good. She's been gone a while."
We've already made it to Sansa's door, my feet taking me with her without my mind even knowing.
"Thanks for walking with me." Sansa says, while unlocking her deadbolt.
"Anytime."
We linger as usual, neither of us wanting to leave first it's seems, and I shock us both by breaking the silence.
"So, uh, I know we're seeing each other tomorrow, but what are you doing on Sunday?"
Sansa pulls her plump bottom lip between her teeth. "Nothing at all. Why?"
"Would you like to spend the day with me? Not running errands." I clarify.
Her smile takes my breath away. "I'd love to. It's a date."
Gods, I hope so.
"Right, good." I clear my throat, excitement threatening to drown me.
"I'll see you in the morning and you can tell me the plan for Sunday." She's still beaming.
"Aye. Good night little bird."
"Night." Sansa says to me from under her lashes before slipping into her flat.
I lean my weight on my hands, rested on the walls beside her door, willing myself to not knock, knowing when she opened up my resolve would snap and I might take her right here.
When I finally make it to bed, it only takes a handful of firm strokes of my aching cock before I cum hard enough to see stars.
I sleep well. But not for long. My body must be on some sort of auto pilot after this past week of restless nights and I am up at dawn.
I'm pretty sure my nerves are playing a part in this as well. I'm realizing that when I see Sansa in a few hours, I have no idea what the fuck to tell her about our date. I still can't believe I'm even going on a date with Sansa fucking Stark.
I have to stop that train of thought or I'll sit here hyperventilating with excitement and nerves.
I decide to order an Uber and do a quick workout at the gym at the office, instead of the small one I have inside my home, seeing as I need to get my car.
After sweating out some of my anxiety I start the drive home and give in, calling in reinforcements. It's still pretty early but I know that Osha will be up with the kids.
"Bossman, everything alright?" I never call her on weekends so she's instantly concerned.
"Yes all fine don't worry. I'm calling because, well, fuck, I need your help."
"Name it, anything at all."
"I have a date tomorrow..." I know she'll have a reaction, everyone close to me will, I pause allowing time for my admission to sink in.
"I KNEW IT!" Osha shouts, her voice echoing in my car since she's on speaker. "You have your moods but never like last week. Who is she?" She's excited for me and it makes me feel good.
My heart clenches like when Sansa talks to me, touches me or you know breathes. This is only a shadow compared to what that little bird does to me though.
"My new neighbor. Sansa Stark."
"Holy shit! Ned's eldest daughter, the author?"
"Aye." Of course she knows of her. The woman is in deep with all gossip and news.
"That's one hot redhead, good on you big man! Now, how can I help?" Osha is all business now.
"Well, I didn't even know what the fuck to do at first but I need to be comfortable or it will be a disaster." I feel the nerves over ruining tomorrow start to eat away at me again.
"That's why I decided to take her to Berkshire. We'll be alone on the drives to and from which is all I want. And then I thought a hike and a picnic?" I surprise myself with how honest I'm being.
I had gone over every date possible the entire time I worked out. In the end, I knew doing something that I would normally plan on the weekend would be the best idea.
I hope it's not selfish, but if I'm too out of my element then my focus won't be on her and that's what's most important. I go a few times a month to different places outside of the city, not too far, to blow off steam.
Obviously, with her, I won't stick my earphones in and ignore her while I listen to music and stomp my way through the off the beaten trail paths. I'll take her on the more scenic routes with their easier walks, that way we can keep up conversation.
I'll also forgo a bottle of water and a protein bar shoved in my backpack for a whole meal. That's where Osha comes in, I wouldn't know where the fuck to start (plus, I don't have time) and I'm hoping she can pack a basket of surprises.
"It sounds like she's a lucky lady. What time do you want to pick up the basket?" She reads my mind.
We go over a couple of details, thoughts I had of what she could pack, her offering to supply blankets too and deciding it's easiest for me to grab the things from the office in the morning.
Before hanging up, Osha reminds me that it's a two-way street and tells me to be confident going into tomorrow because I'm a catch.
Her words fill my eyes with emotion. Not tears.
I take my time showering and dressing for the day. I wouldn't call myself a fashionista but I do take pride in my wardrobe. I might not be able to control my scars but I can do so with the other aspects of my looks and I try my best.
I put on my favorite pair of dark jeans, my good boots a dark green polo. Roz sent me a message shortly after I hung up from talking to her wife, congratulating me on my date tomorrow and saying to definitely wear green at some point because it brings out my gray eyes.
Not sure what the fuck that'll do for me but I follow orders because she's the one that fills my wardrobe. The perks of being a buyer for Selfridge's.
I'm jittery by the time I reach her door and her presence is like salve to my wrought nerves.
And apparently I'm a bloody poet now.
When Sansa opens the door I have to stifle a groan at the sight of her.
Her hair is back those waves, making me want to run my fingers through them. She's wearing a dark purple sweater that comes down her legs, more of a dress. The color makes her skin glow but what has my pants becoming suddenly uncomfortable is the slip of skin between her hem and the top of her thigh high black boots. And they have heels.
I decide right then, that I can die happy if I ever get to slip inside of Sansa while she's wearing nothing but those damn boots.
"Fuck you look good." My eyes widen when I realize what I just said. "I, uh, mean, you're beautiful."
I could feel myself checking her out and obviously so, slowly dragging my gaze from the crown of her head down to her feet.
When I dare to meet her gaze after my oogling and crass words, I don't know what I am expecting but I didn't think it was going to be good. That's why I almost stumble while standing in place when I notice Sansa doing her own appraisal of me.
She looks positively chuffed at both compliments too. "Why thank you. You look ho- handsome." There's that fucking tongue peeking out and licking away my resolve.
We swiftly break the spell threatening to consume us and head to the lift. A construction worker from level three is in the elevator and his presence halts any tension between us. Fine, maybe not any tension, I don't believe that's even possible.
I find myself silently thanking the man for needing to collect something from his van in the basement. Because if we had been alone, this would probably have been the time when I snapped and took Sansa in the bloody elevator.
Not how I want to begin a relationship with her.
Opening her car door once again brings that beaming smile to her face and I vow to always be chivalrous with her.
Sansa sings and dances along with the radio and asks me about music the whole ride there. I'm shocked we didn't get in an accident seeing as I watched her more than the road.
Unsurprisingly, she can sing. But it was more than that. They lightness of her face when she was bouncing about and laughing at her own moves were moments I never wanted to forget.
We sit upstairs, next to the window, my scars getting the view and I feel fucking over the moon to be out with Sansa. This might not be our planned "date" but others don't know that. I want to stand up and tell the room "she's with me, chose to spend her weekend with me." Somehow I'm able to hold it in.
We enjoy hours of good food and Buck's Fizz. Sansa wants to hear all about my days as a bodyguard to the celebs and any of my horror or funny stories. I've never shared things like that about my life and I find that I do have a whole book of them.
She guides me through her university years, and I can tell she's leaving out certain parts. However, I still feel as if I'm truly getting to know her and I can't get enough.
The bubbles and her company have my guard down, making me tell her something I'm unsure if I was ready to or not.
"I wanted to be honest with you before our date."
Sansa's champagne smile fades. "Dumping me before we even go out?" She tries to joke.
"No, fuck no. I'm not that stupid." My honest burst seems to calm her a bit. "It's just, I lied to you." I suck in a deep breath. I have read your book."
Her worried face completely relaxes. "I would call it a fib not a lie." Sansa isn't the least bit mad or irritated. "Are you going to tell me what you thought?"
"Fucking loved it, read it in a day."
Her mouth pops open into a perfect "o" before splitting her face in a radiant smile. "Are you serious? I can handle criticism."
"I know you can, but I have none to give." Besides the fact I want to reenact the, hot as fuck scenes, from Chapter 40 with you.
Blushing and fiddling with her glass she goes on. "That means more than you know Sandor. Thank you for reading my book and for liking it. It wasn't easy to write but it demanded to be told." A flash of sadness passes through her eyes.
"And you told it bloody well."
More and more, my original suspicion that the novel holds some truth to it, is seemingly being confirmed. And the fact it's most likely about Sansa turns my vision red.
We talk a bit longer about the book, she tells me about the publishing process and asks my opinion on certain chapters or scenes. None from Chapter 40...
We leave a while after the market would've opened, time just disappears when we're together. Sansa huffs at me when we stand to go, still mad at me for paying before she could even reach for her purse. Her glare holds no real upset.
It's not until we're parking that my stomach is in knots. These places are always overrun with people and triple the stares I'll get in a day. My apprehension is nothing like usual, not with Sansa humming next to me. I can get through this for her, because of her.
Honestly, she's so fucking gorgeous the other shoppers might not even spare me a glance when she's present. I wouldn't.
We decide to do a loop, taste all the samples and window shop before coming back for our purchases last, not wanting them to spoil.
"Holy shit there's so many people." Sansa says into my ear, after tugging my arm telling me she wanted me to lean down. Her curse causing my dick to pulse.
"Aye, it's always a bloody zoo."
Sansa links her arm with my right, making me warm all over. "I don't want to lose you." She tells me and looks down at where we're joined. I want to tell her she could never lose me. Instead I just nod and squeeze her arm with my own.
She guides us from vendor to vendor, taking in everything as if it's her first day on Earth. We could've been walking past dragons for sale and I wouldn't have noticed, I just watch Sansa the entire time, trying not to get caught.
It doesn't take long for her to hand me a drink, Pimms, as she sips her own. Strawberries are next, followed by cheese, a Prosecco something or other and lastly we share ice cream.
Being focused on Sansa, the way her face lights up at certain stalls and her nose crinkles at others. How she stops to pet every dog and wave or speak to every baby and child. The ease with which she chats to the vendors and even other patrons. All of this distracts me from any possible looks or murmurs about me.
I did realize, after a while, Sansa would tug me closer or pull me down to tell me something every so often. And I think it was when my scars or height, hell maybe both, were noticed and she wanted to keep me occupied. I almost kiss her, while waiting for our packages of homemade pasta, once it dawns on me what shes doing.
Sansa doesn't seem perturbed at our close proximity and interactions. She also definitely touches me, a lot, when no one is looking.
We're exhausted and full when we finally sit down in my car. Happy, we're really bloody happy too. Laughing over the sights and people we just encountered and going over our favorite parts, fills my car with more joy than it's ever seen.
My construction friend ruins our imaginary bromance when we return to the building and three vans are blocking the garage entrance. A grumbled cuss later, I pull my Audi into a spot on the street and rush to open Sansa's door and carry all our things.
"Sandor, today was beautiful. Thank you so much." Sansa tells me, her face glowing as she walks right next to me.
"I should be thanking you. I never get out and have this much fun."
Her brow creases. "Well, we will be changing that."
Before she can elaborate or I can respond we're interrupted from behind, by a loud, cheery voice. "Yoo hoo!"
We turn to see Margaery teetering on her heels as she power walks to catch up with us.
"Sansa, Sandor!" She greets, giving us both a hug and I swear I see Sansa clenching her teeth when I pull away from the other woman.
"Where have you two been?" She asks.
"Sandor took me to the farmer's market." Sansa answers, looking up at me as if we just returned from a week in the Caribbean.
"How lovely! You're a busy bee today."
"I know I love it!" Sansa laughs. "What about you?"
"Gran has her oldies over for tea and I volunteered to pop out for more scones. I needed an escape, there's only so much talk of, how the world used to be, a girl can take." She rolls her eyes, good heartedly.
I open the door for the girls and they both smile at me as they chatter between themselves. Before I can follow, yet another person yells out to me. What the fuck is going on today?
"Hey big boy!" Bronn shouts.
Fuck, I forgot he invited himself over to watch the football playback tonight.
"Be good." I mutter to him when he's standing next to me.
He looks up at me confused and then he hears the happy laughter from inside the lobby and turns to see who it is.
"Oh shit." He grins like the Cheshire Cat.
We walk towards the new friends, together and I have no bloody idea how this is going to go.
"Well well well, you must be Sansa." Bronn drawls.
She turns around to face him and in turn unblocks Margaery from his view. And I shit you not the man trips over his own two feet. I swear they had met but maybe not officially.
"I am and you are?" Sansa doesn't miss a beat or Bronn's facial expression, which is one of awe.
My friend recovers in record time, speaking to and even keeping eye contact with Sansa. "Bronn. I've heard all about you lass."
She arches a perfect eyebrow at him and smiles. "Have you now? Good. Because I know of you as well."
I didn't think seeing the two of them get along immediately would have my heart soaring.
"And who is this angel?" Bronn sets his sights on Margaery now.
"I'm Margaery, Sandor and Sansa's neighbor." She holds out her hand to him.
He grasps it in both of his and kisses her skin. What an ass.
"We've met, once, years ago. How I ever let you out of my sights is beyond me." He lays the charm on thick.
"Maybe I ran." Margaery counters with a grin. They're still holding hands.
"Oh my, what are we witnessing?" Sansa pops up on her toes to whisper in my ear, sending shivers along my spine.
"I don't know but it'll turn into porn if we don't keep moving."
Sansa bursts into laughter, taking me with her and successfully distracting the lovebirds.
"Margaery, should we drop our things off and meet back here in ten?"
"That sounds perfect!"
We all finally end up in the lift. "Where are you two beauties off to?" Bronn asks.
"I was invited to the opening of a new bar and lounge, Sansa is my plus one." Margaery replies.
"I hope everyone there knows how bloody lucky they are that you'll both be in the room." Gods, that man.
Margaery is no fool but she's still eating up every word. Meanwhile, Sansa is leaning into me trying to stifle her giggles, I look down at her, shaking my head.
The doors opens to the first floor and Margaery flounces out, turning back to talk. "Let's hope so." She eyes Bronn obviously and it looks like his teeth will crack from smiling.
"Sansa, see you in a few. Gentlemen, have a good evening." And then there were three.
"Holy shit man, you need to be a nosy neighbor or something! How could she have been hiding all these years?"
"She's barely lived in London, you missed nothing." I grumble, wishing I was alone with Sansa.
The lift dings, alerting us we've reached floor two and I put my arm across the doors allowing Sansa to leave first.
"Here." I thrust my food at Bronn. "I'll meet you in a minute."
"Bossy." He rolls his eyes before they land on Sansa. "It was a pleasure to meet you, finally. Gods, does he go on about you! Now I have a face to put with the name. And-"
"She has plans, that's enough." I try not to bark at him but I can feel my cheeks heating up at his rambling.
Sansa just smiles and looks up at me for a moment and then turns to my ex best friend. "It was good to meet you as well. I hope to see you again, maybe with Margaery?"
"Definitely, put in a good word for me!" Bronn calls out to her, my steely gaze had him retreating when Sansa was still mid sentence.
"Sorry about him." I tell her as we walk to her flat.
"Don't be, he seems fun. They might actually be a good fit."
I nod and hum an affirmative sound, she has a point. Bronn has calmed down considerably in the last two years and Margaery doesn't look as if she takes any shit, a necessary quality for any woman who wants to shack up with him.
Sansa is mid turn of her key when she suddenly faces me again. "Oh Sandor! We didn't talk about tomorrow. The day went by so fast."
Crap. She's right. After all my planning, we got lost on other topics. "That's alright, I can tell you now." I scratch my neck, feeling as if I'm in the spotlight." I wanted to leave early, it's a bit of a drive where I want to take us."
"I'm on board already."
Her quick response has my heart beating erratically. "Dress comfortably, I thought we could go on a walking trail and have a picnic." Now my pulse is threatening to deafen me I'm so nervous about her reaction.
Sansa is never one to disappoint. She throws her arms around my neck for a tight hug, before pulling back. "That sounds wonderful. I'm so excited!" She looks at her watch, sighing. "I better drop off these things and go, but message me a time to be ready."
"Aye, I will."
After throwing her goodies into her fridge, she walks towards my apartment with me and I stop to wait with her for the lift. "Have fun tonight."
"Thanks. I don't think it will live up to our afternoon but I'll try to enjoy myself." She tells me as she walks into the elevator. "Bye Sandor."
"Bye little bird." I manage to reply before the doors close.
Bronn and I must look like tools, sitting side by side on my couch, both of us smiling and getting lost in thought every few minutes. The TV isn't even on the right channel.
"Shit mate, forgot to tell you, there was a package outside your door, I put it on the counter." Bronn seems to have come back to himself a bit.
I get up to see what the fuck he's talking about. A decent sized shipping box is sitting upright, a large fragile sticker on the front. I open it carefully and inside is a black box with a gold unicorn and the same colored words "Sassenach Whiskey" on the cover.
Grabbing the card before opening the bottle I'm not surprised to see who sent it.
"Dear Sandor,
Please accept this as a small token of my family's appreciation of your care of Sansa.
It's no easy task being far away from your bairns but knowing they're not alone in times of need is comforting.
My wife and I are hopeful to meet you on our next trip South.
Warmest regards,
Ned and Cat Stark"
My little bird wasn't kidding when she said her family knew about me and were grateful for my presence her first night in the city. I make a mental note to respond to her father, his physical address and email address were included, and thank him for thanking me.
I pour Bronn and I each a glass and we both cuss at how good it is.
"Who the fuck sent you this?" He asks.
"Sansa's father."
"No shit! You lucky bastard, seems like a good family to be welcomed into."
All I can do is nod, he's right.
We finally settle down and watch the match, having another shot of the whiskey and Bronn orders Thai. I decide I should message Sansa, not wanting to bother her but she did ask.
Sandor: Having fun?
Sansa: I am a bit, but I haven't partied in a while and I feel ready for bed
Sansa: How's boys night?
Sandor: I've had better company today but I received your dad's gift. A bottle of whiskey so that cheered us both up
Sansa : I told you something was coming! I'm so happy you like it
Sandor: Aye, very much. So tomorrow, how's 9:30?
Sansa : Perfect! I'm really looking forward to it
Sandor: Me too.
Something hits me on the arm. Bronn is using the take-out menu he ordered from earlier as a sword. "Oi, ask her what her friend thinks of me."
I pinch the bridge of my nose in exasperation but before I can force myself to say something to Sansa about her new friend, my phone buzzes.
Sansa : I think we were right. Margaery is asking about Bronn..Is he really interested or is he always that flirtatious?
I show him the message. "I really am Sandor. You know I've changed, finally grown-up, a bit. Put in a good word, maybe see if I can have her number?"
He's pleading and excited, I've never seen him this way. And I played his wingman for a long time, he always went home with a woman while I was stuck with my hand. I growl out a sound that resembles "fine."
Sandor: If you asked me this a couple of years ago I would've said he's just a player. But he's been acting more mature than a twelve-year-old recently and the way he's begging me with his eyes right now to say something nice, I think he's pretty damn interested.
Sandor: Is she? I don't think he'd ever be happier to see numbers in his life than if they made up her phone number
Sansa : That's good to hear...lol. Well, Marg has been peeking over my shoulder every time I got a message from my family group chat tonight seeing if it was you, in case Bronn was asking about her. Are we back in high school? It's cute though, and she's read the message and is nodding her head.
Sansa : Here's her information
Attached contact: Margaery
Sandor: Bronn snatched my phone before I could reply. Thanks and sorry to bother you on your night out.
Sansa : You're never a bother. We're leaving anyway. I need my beauty rest for a big day tomorrow.
Sandor: You sure as fuck don't need more beauty, doubt that's even possible, but the rest I can agree with, I don't want you falling asleep on me mid walk.
Sansa: Good night
Sandor: Night little bird
After practically teasing me for struggling to write every message to Sansa, Bronn is breaking a sweat thinking about when he should send the first message to Margaery, what to say, when can to ask her out. Blah, blah, blah.
I have to laugh at his expense and relish in the daggers he shoots my way but then try to help the best I can. It's not as if I know what the fuck I'm doing either. He finally stops pacing and decides to wait until the morning, not wanting to come across like this is a booty-call.
He finally leaves about an hour later after, I tell him to fucking leave or sleep on the couch but I need to go to bed.
"Don't fuck up tomorrow. And try to have fun." He claps me on the back.
"Wow, thanks." I grumble.
"I'm kidding you oaf! I saw the way you two are together, it's going to be great and I'll be an uncle in no time."
I cough on my next breath. "Alright, night." I push him out the door but squeeze his shoulder. "Thanks."
Even with my heart racing in excitement, sleep takes me quickly and I dream of red hair, good whiskey and pink lips.
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Their first date is next, eek!!