Hello hello!
I almost don't have words for how happy and appreciative I am to every single one of you.
Every chapter seems to get more and more love and attention, you guys rock my socks!
Well, here's their first date, dun dun dun!
I don't know if it was too anticipated or I just put too much pressure on myself but can't say exactly how I feel about it. I hope you all love it though and do let me know your honest opinions. Maybe it's simply time for things to heat up more and faster.
Also, if we can play along with dragons and the Lord of Light, then humor me with Welford Park. The Great British Bake Off was filmed there for at least one season and it's so beautiful they had to go. Can you go into the house? Are there walking trails? Maybe lol. Their mobile site wasn't great and even if they said no to my questions, oh well, these two were going. Lol!
And the lip sync reference, is a real life story of mine
I love you all, please enjoy!
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When I awake the next day I'm less anxious than I thought I would be. I suppose the hard part for me is over, for now, I actually got the date.
I go and pick up the care package from Osha early, she insured me everything inside would remain hot or cold, whatever was needed, for a good twelve hours.
She truly out did herself. Osha put the picnic in a large backpack that I can wear easily, and a quick look inside shows me a thermos that she says is filled with coffee, a bottle of champagne, waters and a lunch big and fancy enough to feed the royal family.
On top of it are blankets and she even fit in some small pillows. They're even nice looking. I would've just picked up the first towel or throw I could find in my apartment. Not because I don't care, but I'm a man and we miss out on details, a lot.
On the way home I stop by the small flower shop near our building and get Sansa flowers. Red and yellow tulips catch my eye from the window and I picked them immediately. The florist put the bottoms in a tube of water and wrapped them in simple brown paper and tied it with twine.
My stomach starts somersaulting when I'm showering and adds in some round offs while I put my clothes on. I keep it practical with my olive green hiking pants, a simple black long sleeved tee and my hiking boots. I hear my phone just as I grab my outdoor coat on my way to the kitchen.
When I see its a message from Sansa my heart stops, dread hitting me like a literal slap. That evil old dog in my mind tells me she's canceling, she has to be.
Sansa: Good morning! Slight change of plans, I'll meet you at your car, I have to pick up something. I can't wait to start our day
A whoosh of air leaves my lungs in relief and I also feel a little stupid. I know her better than to have allowed the thought that she would ditch me to even cross my mind. Really, it was more my own insecurities and nothing Sansa did.
Sandor: Morning little bird. Alright, I'll meet you there. Me too, can't wait to see you
I press send before I can chicken out of being honest with her. There's not much left to do now and shortly after, with one last pat of my pockets and a glance around my living room, I leave for the garage.
My hope was to get to the car first but leaving the lift to the sight of Sansa leaning against my trunk is one image I've ingrained to my memory.
"Hey." She says to me with a bright smile as I approach her.
I'm glad now that I placed the flowers in an extra tote Osha suggested I bring with some additional napkins and shite. I want to give them to Sansa during the date, not in a dingy parking garage.
"Hey yourself." I smirk. Remembering how she seemed to appreciate my attention the day prior, I check her out before unlocking the wagon.
Funnily enough, she's also wearing olive green pants and I chuckle when I see them. She didn't use a paint brush to put these on but it's close, they're at least a little sturdier looking than the blue ones from the lift. Thank god.
I didn't think combat boots could rival the thigh high ones from yesterday but alas, I was wrong. Her white, long sleeved turtle neck and black puffer vest are alarmingly sexy. Her hair is pulled up, high and away from her face, leaving all her features in plain view for me to see.
"Nice pants." I comment.
Sansa looks down and then at my own before giggling. "Great minds." She winks. "I grabbed us coffee and cake for the drive." She's chuffed at her own effort.
"Thank you. No point in saying you shouldn't have." She shakes her head. "Well then, let's put our things away and get going."
I place my bags in the trunk, along with my jacket and Sansa does the same with hers and her purse, just grabbing her phone and our morning treats.
"Where are we going?" She asks once we're on the road.
"Berkshire. There's an old house with a large property and walking trails. That sound okay?" I just want her to have a good time.
Sansa holds my free hand where my arm is resting on the center console. "It's more than okay Sandor. I'd be happy doing anything with you, but the effort you put into today makes it even better."
I wrap my fingers around hers and squeeze. What she's said, has my voice locked in my heart. We hold hands in our comfortable silence until I need both to make a turn.
"Here, I'll hold your cake so you can pick at it while you drive." Sansa tells me as she holds my slice out to me, already nibbling on hers.
"Thanks little bird."
We eat and drink and simply enjoy each other's company for the first bit of the drive. It's for the best, driving out of London is a pain. Luckily, it's relatively quiet for a Sunday morning.
"Oh! Can we listen to your music?" Sansa holds up my iPod that she found in some compartment.
"Sure, it's your ear drums on the line." I joke. She knows from our conversation yesterday that my taste in music is vast. We'll have some songs or perhaps many in common.
"80s and 90s hits. We are so listening to this playlist!" She's excited now, looking for the cable to connect it to my car.
Sansa knows every song and even grabs her phone wanting to download some and thanking me for reminding her of the "oldies but goodies."
"Like you." She teases with a cheeky smile.
I reach over and poke her ribs causing her to erupt into laughter. "Ticklish are we, young one? Better watch out then, this old dog still has some spunk left in him."
"I surrender!" She huffs out between chuckles.
Once she recovers, Sansa sings or at least bops along with every tune she's put on shuffle. Some she's really into, "Dancing in the Dark" and "No Scrubs" offer me my very own concert in my car.
The invisible microphone, the dramatic facial expressions and her goading me into doing duets with her have my chest bursting and a smile permanently glued to my face.
Sansa tells me of a lip syncing competition she was in once. The song her and some friend chose was "I Want it that Way" by the Backstreet Boys. Figures she's obsessed with the band. And fine, I admit, they have some catchy tunes.
She excitedly plugs in her phone to play the song and reenact it for me, as best she can when I can't watch fully and she can't fall to the ground and slide on her knees like she did in the competition.
It's the best bloody thing I've ever seen in my life. Funniest too, I have to wipe tears from eyes from laughing so hard.
"Please tell me this was recorded?"
"Unfortunately, yes. I'll get Arya to find it and I'll show you."
"Thank gods, I can't wait."
The rest of the drive Sansa looks out the window enamored with the fields and hills of rolling green scenery. "I've missed this."
"It's beautiful. I love the city but I need the break sometimes." I tell her.
A short while later, we pull into the drive for Welford Park.
After parking the car and grabbing the bag, we forgo our jackets since it's a sunny and mild day and we head out.
Sansa is looking around as if I took her to Narnia. I know how this is just how she takes things in, as if she's never been outside before and may never see it again. She appreciates every detail. I have to remind myself to not stare at her.
"Sandor this place is beautiful." She breathes.
"Aye, it is. And peaceful."
Sansa snaps lots of pictures, some on her phone and the rest on a fancy looking camera.
It's not nice enough outside for there to be too many other people here and I'm glad. At some points, it feels as if we're the only ones.
Instead of following the heavily signed "tourist" trail as I call it, I lead us up a longer and slightly tougher path. Totally worth the effort and Sansa just smiles and takes the hand I offer to help her up a small ledge.
About an hour after we left the car, I see the spot I'd been aiming for. It's at the top of a hill adjacent to the house on the grounds and there's a nook near an old Elm that's hidden from the trail.
"Over here." I tell Sansa as I make my way to the soft grass.
She sucks in a breath at the view. "Wow."
While she's distracted and taking her camera out from its bag, I set up the picnic. I'm able to lay the blankets and pillows out and put our drinks and glasses on the tray Osha somehow squeezed in, before Sansa turns around.
"Oh Sandor." She almost whispers, sounding emotional.
"What is it?" I look up worried and see her glassy eyes.
"I'm so silly and emotional. Ugh." She shakes her head. "It's just, no one has ever done something this nice, and romantic and thoughtful, for me."
"You deserve more than this." How can I be the first man to take her on a special date? Fucking fools who came before me.
"This is perfect." She tells me as she sits down.
I smile at her and finish unpacking. Baguettes, cheeses, deli meat, strawberries, raspberries and two chocolate cupcakes. Osha needs a raise. All the food is spread out, champagne and water poured, just the flowers are left.
"Before we eat." I say to Sansa and she turns her attention back to me. "These are for you." I tell her as I reach into the bag and pull out her tulips.
Sansa's mouth pops open in surprise and then she takes them from me, smelling and examining the bouquet. "I don't know what to say. I didn't think today could be any more amazing. Thank you, they're beautiful." She places the flowers down gently next to the tray and then rises up on her knees to hug me, hard.
"You're welcome little bird." Her emotion must be contagious. "Let's eat, yeah?"
Sansa just nods and smiles. We both grab a plate and load them up before picking up our glasses for a cheers. We sit side by side, over looking the fields. My legs are stretched out in front of me, while Sansa's are curled around her to the side.
"That was delicious!"
"I did have some help." I admit.
"From who?"
"My assistant, well she's Bronn's too, Osha. Her and her wife Roz are our closest friends."
"You'll have to thank her for me."
"Aye, of course."
"Strawberry?" Sansa asks.
I shake my head no. My stomach is back doing gymnastics. This moment, just the two of us, so close, has my heart racing.
Sansa grabs a strawberry and sits back down in her same spot to slowly, so bloody slowly, eat the red, juicy fruit.
When she's done she looks at me, catching me staring and I can't bring myself to worry. We just look at each other for several seconds, the only sounds to be heard are the wild life around us and our breathing.
I tentatively reach a hand out to caress my thumb along her cheekbone as my palm cradles her cheek and my fingers touch her neck. Sansa relaxes into me immediately and gives me courage.
Leaning in slowly I see Sansa do the same, our eyes only breaking contact to close when we're separated by just a breath.
And then it finally happens, I press my lips against hers in a short, soft kiss. It sets my body on fire, a warmth I welcome. My heart stops racing and instead skips a beat, the butterflies attack my gut and my mouth tingles. Her lips are soft and feel as plump as they look.
We break the kiss enough to stare into each other's eyes for a moment and then Sansa is closing the distance, and her eyelids, kissing me this time. This kiss is full of longing, from both of us, it's harder and open mouthed and hot, so fucking hot.
Sansa slips one hand into my hair and the other rests on my chest. I follow her lead and my free one finds her waist as I lick her bottom lip making her quietly moan. Sansa's tongue meets mine and they lick and dance together in a way that has my cock hardening.
And she tastes like strawberries.
Sansa moves but doesn't break our kiss, she rises back up on her knees, for once taller than me. The hand on my chest glides up my body to hold my scarred cheek and I can't hold in a groan. Tilting her head above me, we're now all teeth, and tongues, harsh breaths and small noises of pleasure.
Sansa sucks on my bottom lip and I almost lose it. I have to cool this down, while we're in public at least. Which is no easy task, I've never been this turned on in my fucking life. I bring my other hand up to hold her face as well and slow our kisses.
We finally break apart and rest our foreheads together. "Oh my gods." Sansa breathes through swollen, red lips. That, I did that. It's almost enough to break my resolve.
I press one more gentle kiss to her mouth. "I know. I've never felt anything like it." I tell her truthfully.
"Neither have I." Shes being honest, I can see it in her gaze and hear it in her voice.
Sansa sits back down after a moment and we both sigh at the distance. "Cupcake?" I ask, trying to break the sexual tension, it's so thick I can barely think.
She laughs and nods. I can tell it worked a bit but Sansa appreciates my trying even more. We eat our treats and enjoy the view. More so, I calm my pulse and will away my erection.
"Let's take a picture." Sansa says, beyond giddy.
Can anyone guess how much I love having my photo taken? Fucking hate it, is the correct answer. But watching how she tries to capture every sight and moment she encounters, I know I'll have to get over it.
"Alright." I sigh but smile.
The selfies are no easy task with our height difference, I swear we take a million of them. Sitting, kneeling, Sansa standing on a rock to attempt and be taller and then slipping off said rock and I catch her immediately. Almost every picture is us laughing or the phone moving, making us blurry.
Suddenly, I'm not so against taking the damn things.
We repeat the process all afternoon, I even take outmy own cell our to have some keepsakes and sneak some shots of Sansa along the way. The best one is a cheesy one of us pointing to our matching pants. She's bloody ridiculous and perfect.
"Can we help?" A soft voice carries our way during one of our photo shoots.
We turn to see a young couple, the woman with dark curly hair is smiling and reaching towards Sansa's phone in offer of taking our photo. Her partner, a tall bald man is as stoic as I can be and stands quietly behind her.
"That would be great thank you!" Sansa beams and looks at me. "I doubt an army of photographers could help with this height difference though." She laughs.
"You don't need an army." I whisper into her ear. "Up you go." I wrap an arm around her middle. Sansa looks confused for a minute before it clicks and she hops up at the same time I lift her. Sansa is on my side, her legs around my hips and her arms around my neck.
"You're right, I just need you." She murmurs, just for me to hear, once she's done laughing.
The young woman and her man are both grinning now. "Ready?" She asks.
Sansa just nods and smiles before posing. I follow her lead as best I can. The kind stranger takes as many pictures as Sansa usually does. When I go to set her down, she instead slowly lowers herself along my body until her feet touch the ground. Minx.
She goes to get her phone and chat to the other girl for a few minutes. I decide to introduce myself to her partner, so we're not standing there like two mutes.
"Hey man. Sorry to hold up your day but thanks for stopping. I'm Sandor." I extend my hand to the younger man.
"Greyson." He replies with an accent I can't place and a firm shake. "Don't apologize, we're in no rush." He looks over to his girl with almost as much adoration I must have in my gaze for Sansa.
We all talk for a while longer and Sansa and Missandei exchange numbers after learning the couple also lives in London. Parting ways at the next fork in the path I realize how easy and just, nice, that interaction was. I like this side of me that Sansa brings out.
We decide to have a look around the the home that sits on the grounds and then Sansa drags me to the gift shop. She's all about keepsakes as is her mother and she ends up buying them each a small token. A little watercolor painting of the grounds is for her mother and a homemade jam is for Sansa.
After we load up the car and sit down I realize how late in the day it is and have an idea. "I was thinking, we would have to drive a bit farther away from the city but there's a good place for dinner we could head to."
"That sounds great, let's go!" Sansa answers, sounding over the moon.
How does this work now that we've kissed? Can I kiss her whenever I want? Well, not whenever, because then I would be attached to her 24/7 but in moderation, is that how we proceed from here?
I've never had a relationship, never even saw the allure to kissing someone. Probably because no one wanted to kiss me, be that close to my face.
One touch of her lips though, and I fucking get it, I'm addicted.
I decide to grow some real balls and gently push her chin up with my fingertips. Apparently a nanosecond is too long to wait and Sansa leans forward the rest of the way and presses her lips to mine. She holds my forearm that's keeping her to me and I open my mouth to deepen the kiss. When our breathing turns into practical panting, I slowly pull away and see the windows have fogged slightly.
Sansa is flushed and her mouth is extra plump and pinker again. My hands twitch, wanting to drag her onto my lap. Her laugh at the state of my windshield snaps me back to reality enough to not devour her here and now.
"Well, look at that." She giggles.
"We should go before they think we're up to something and call the cops." I half joke, it does look suspicious. One day maybe, she will ride me in the front seat...stop, stop, stop thinking now.
We leave our first date spot behind and I know I'll always love the place.
I tell her all about where we're going on the drive. It's a pub that feels more like someone's home called the Riverlands. It is actually attached to the owner's house so it makes sense that it's a comforting place.
No two plates or cups match and other than a few staple items, the menu can change daily. What is served depends on what they've caught or grown or what the locals can sell them.
The older couple who has run the place for half of their lives is slowly handing it over to their grandson, Hot Pie. Don't know his real name, don't think he wants anyone to. He's a master pie maker, the nickname feeds into it.
We park outside the decent sized building about half an hour later, it's ancient, with its thatched roof and wooden windows. They've updated it to keep it safe and to add a touch of modern to the setting. One side faces the road with a parking lot and the other looks out onto their grounds and then slopes into endless green fields.
"Gods, I missed a good pub, this is so quaint, I love it." Sansa says as she takes it in while we walk towards the entrance.
I open and hold the door for her and she rushes into the warmth, the evening turning cold. It's busy but not crowded inside, families, locals and couples filling the space. We wait to be seated and I see Sansa rubbing her hands together, warming them, neither of us thought to grab our coats.
Taking a step forward, I'm right behind her now and run my hands along her arms. "Cold, little bird?"
Leaning into me she hums her response. "I was."
"Is that the Hound? Thought you might've forgotten how to get here!" Hot Pie calls out to me as he makes his way over.
"I'll have to if you don't seat us soon." I joke.
"Of course! Best seat in the house for you and oh, wow. Um, good evening Miss." It took him a minute but his eyes finally land on Sansa and he's spluttering and blushing. I feel you, kid.
"Hi! I'm Sansa." She extends her hand and gives him one of her killer smiles.
He almost turns into a puddle. "Pleasure to meet you." Hot Pie shakes her hand. "Come this way." He instructs, grabbing our menus and then leading us to the back of the pub.
It's quieter back here and has a wall of books that wouldn't fit in the house. I know this because I always ask to sit here, I have more privacy and you can read the novels while you eat.
I go to pull out Sansa's chair but she shakes her head while removing her vest and purse. "I'm going to pop to the loo. Which is...?"
"Take the stairs just there and then your first left."
"Thanks!" She beams and leaves the two of us watching her go.
I slap the young man upside the head. "Keep your eyes to yourfuckingself."
Coughing and moving to place down our menus the boy looks like a wounded puppy. "Sorry mate, but holy shit, she's stunning."
"I know." I grumble. Better get used to men looking at her in my presence.
"Wait. Are you on a date?" He whisper yells.
"What does it fucking look like?"
"It's just, you always come alone, I'm surprised you even want company. But I'm happy for you, really happy. Don't let her get away."
I growl something affirmative but truly appreciate his words. More people care for me than I ever thought.
"Did you want to order drinks or wait for Sansa to return?"
"Get us a bottle of the Marlborough, sauvignon blanc and some water please."
"Got it! I'll give her sometime to look at the menu and specials." He taps the small chalkboard on our table.
I give him and nod and wait for Sansa to come back. When she does I decide to do the same and wash up for our meal.
She's typing on her phone when I sit down and our wine has been poured.
"Hope you don't mind I ordered for us."
"Of course not, it's delicious. Thank you." She takes a sip and makes a "mmm" sound that has me gripping my glass too tight.
I open my mouth to tell her about the food but Sansa let's out a long sigh and drops her phone on her lap. "What's wrong?"
She meets my concerned gaze and relaxes. "I'm sorry Sandor. I shouldn't have been on my phone, let alone getting upset on our date. I've had a little shock is all."
Nodding and staying silent I wait for her to elaborate.
"Arya messaged me while you were in the restroom. She's moving to London next week." Sansa closes her eyes for a moment.
"You're not happy?" I know they're very different people but she adores the girl and I thought she would be a bit excited.
"I don't know." Sansa takes a longer gulp of the sauv. "I'm not unhappy but it's so sudden and right after I moved. I haven't even settled in yet and she'll be down the road. The independence seemed nice but now I'm right back with family."
I hold her hand closest to me. "I understand what you're saying. But don't take away from what you've done and what you can and will continue to do. London is a big place, it can feel as if you're on your own even when you're surrounded by people."
Sansa studies my face for a few seconds. "You don't feel that way with me, do you?" She's serious and worried now.
This took a turn.
"No, not at fucking all. You're the first person I haven't felt that way with." I tell her honestly.
Her face softens but also takes on a hint of sadness. "I never want you to feel that way again."
I squeeze her hand but remain silent not trusting my voice.
"Well, Arya will be my first family member you get to meet. She's staying with me for a week or so while she closes the lease on her flat."
"Hope she doesn't kick my ass, being the fighter you've alluded to."
Sansa bursts into laughter. "She's five feet tall, I would pay to see her try to take you on."
Hot Pie comes back then and we order our dinner. Sansa went for the pie special and I'm a creature of habit and chose the half chicken.
Sansa pushes her chair right next to mine. "Look at these." She is shining she is so happy as she puts her phone between us. "They're so funny but really good too." She points to the copious amounts photos we took today.
Sansa is right, they're bloody hilarious and some are just awful, can't even make out what's what. Others show my scars and I want to ask her to delete them.
"This is my favorite." She stops swiping on one of the pictures the curly haired girl took. Sansa is wrapped around me and we're looking right at the camera, both of us smiling.
I wouldn't call it my favorite. I like the ones when my right side is turned away. But if it wasn't for that one obvious issue, I would probably frame this shot.
"Aye, that's a good one."
We go through her and my galleries, laughing and talking about not just the photos but our day. Before we know it our food arrives.
Sansa takes a bite of her meal and moans. "This might be the best pie I've ever had. He's lived up to the nickname."
We dig into our dinner in silence for a while before Sansa wants to know how I came to be on such good terms with the owners.
I tell her how I need to escape the urban life every so often and go on different hikes and explorations of castles and the like. This area is good for both and I ended up here a lot.
The older couple never even blinked at my scars and after seeing me eye the books they both joined me for a meal and told me the tale of their marriage and buying the place. I started coming just to see them and have dinner or a roast. We built a good friendship.
After they got broken into I had Bronn do his own investigation and he eventually found the fuckers and got them their cash back. The next day I had Tormund install our best security alarms, cameras and lights, on the house.
"And "The Hound" is my boxing name. Hot Pie had seen my fights and was glued to my side the first few times he saw me, asking questions, talking about my matches. Annoying boy." I roll my eyes.
"You boxed?" Sansa is shocked.
I forgot she didn't know but I was mid story and thought this might be the easiest way to tell her about that part of my life.
"Only did a few charity fights. But my face and size earned me an instant reputation and nickname. They said it looked as if I sniffed out my opponent's next move and blocked or countered it before they could even act." I drain my glass. These old memories aren't fond ones.
"I had no idea. It doesn't seem like you enjoyed it?" I shake my head. "I'm sorry."
"Don't be, it was a long time ago." I smile trying to ease the frown on her beautiful face. "Life got better after that and continues to do so." I stare at her making sure she understands what I'm saying.
Hot Pie interrupts us to ask about dessert. We share a sticky toffee pudding and add in two coffees.
Sansa lightens the mood once again, telling me of one failed summer vacation from her childhood. Ned thought it would be great to rent a RV for the family and drive through the highlands of Scotland.
Midges, one toilet and not enough food made for an unhappy bunch and the stories and fights she recounted were disastrously funny.
Sometime later when we're both full and warm, we decide to head home before we don't make it to London until the early hours of Monday.
"Thanks Hot Pie. Tell your Grands to enjoy their trip and I'll be back soon to see them." I shake the boy's hand on our way out.
"Always good to see you. I will, and make sure Sansa comes too." He says while cheesing at her.
"Sounds like a plan to me." She answers right away.
Wrapping one arm around Sansa's shoulders I open the door with the other and hurry us to the car. As soon as it's unlocked I lift her inside quickly, trying to keep her warm.
The motorway and roads are dead quiet, with the music, Sansa's playlist this time, playing softly in the background and the two of us making small conversations here and there, we're pulling into our parking garage way too fucking soon.
We grab all of our things, Sansa holding her flowers as if they were a newborn and make our way to our floor.
Thankfully her hands are full and I'm wearing this damn bag, because we haven't been alone in the place we met since our kiss and who knows what could've happened. To take the edge off even more Sansa breaks the silence.
"So, tomorrow night, can I finally come over with some takeout?"
"Aye, I'd like that."
"It's a plan then. How's seven? We can order together."
"You can come whenever, I'll be home by lunch. I don't go into the office full time."
Sansa looks back over her shoulder as we walk towards her flat. "Even better."
She places her items on the counter and then comes back to where I stayed in her doorway.
"Sandor, I cant even begin to thank you for today. A part of me was scared I'd never been happy again, not in someone else's company. And then you came along and happy is an understatement."
"Sansa." My voice cracks a moment before I take a step to put our bodies flush against one another. Our hands instantly reach for each other.
Sansa holds my cheek, my ruined cheek with one palm and the her other grips onto the material of my shirt over my chest. I want to keep this sweet, I really do but I fucking can't.
I manage to gently, more gently than I thought possible for me, cradle her face but my other hand automatically grasps one hip somehow pulling her tighter to me.
Sansa doesn't seem to mind the roughness, possessiveness of our kiss. She's up on her toes meeting my bent head, nibbling on my bottom until my tongue finds hers. Without even realizing I was doing so, I walk her backwards until Sansa's back is against her open door.
She breaks the kiss to let out a shocked, excited breath and I take the opportunity to trail my lips to her cheek, graze my teeth along her jaw and then leave wet, open mouthed kisses down her neck.
Sansa is wriggling against me and moans when my lips meet her collarbone. Somehow, the sound breaks and strengthens my will to take this part of us slow or at least slower.
Making my way back to her mouth, taking my time and adding in some chasteness I reach her pink lips and kiss her soundly and softly for a few more seconds.
When I finally drag myself away there's only enough room for me to speak. "Thank you for coming with me. I've never had anything this good in my life and I want to continue to be that, for you too."
Sansa's eyes are still almost black with pupils blown in lust but they turn emotional at my words. She leans up and kisses my scarred cheek. "We'll be good for each other."
I manage a nod and a smile before I feel my face fall with disappointment at pulling away from her. She grabs my hand and follows me to the hallway, I guess neither of us want me to leave. If I don't, we won't stop and I don't want to rush the physical side of things.
"See you tomorrow Sandor." She tells me as we let go of one another.
"Good night little bird."
Tomorrow can't come soon enough.