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Here's another chapter (omg it's ridiculously long) and it's, again, kind of a filler, giving us information and plot. Boring I know, but the sexy times are on the horizon, I promise!
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Sansa opens her door the next morning looking like the esteemed, professional author she is. Well, from the waist up at least. Her long legs are sheathed in pajama pants covered in lightning bolts and glasses.
"Harry Potter?" I ask, with a wide grin and raised eyebrow, nodding down her body.
"Good morning to you too." She teases as I walk past her to put our coffees and the cookies on the counter.
Spinning around quickly I close the distance between us in two steps, sweeping her into my arms for a tight hug.
"Sorry little bird, I got distracted." I murmur against her ear, making her breaths come slightly faster. "Good morning." I say to her as I place her back on the ground and kiss her cheek.
"You're forgiven." Sansa smiles while I lay out the food. "And yes, they are Harry Potter." She models her night wear as she makes her way to where I'm standing at the kitchen island.
"I like them. Are you not ready for your meetings yet?" The black blouse she's got on, and the pale pink blazer I spotted on one of her barstools, paired with her curls and the slightly heavier make up she has on, compared to what usually does, (I only notice because she doesn't need a fucking drop of the stuff) don't add up with the cozy looking bottom half of her.
Sansa laughs at me. "I only have a phone call with my manager and then a Skype meeting with Gendry. Seeing as none are in person, and I can stay seated the entire time during the second, I only have to be half professional." She looks chuffed at her decision.
All I can do is smile and shake my head at her, how can one person be so fucking cute? And also make me use the word cute, I don't think I ever have until I met her.
"Your brain works in wonderful ways."I tell Sansa and then finally shove one of her famous cookies, whole, into my mouth.
The minute it touches my tongue I know there's nothing in the world that tastes better, besides Sansa herself. The groan that escapes me from the burst of flavors is edging on sexual. This is confirmed when I look at Sansa. Her hand is frozen halfway to her mouth, which is hanging open, her cookie seemingly forgotten in mid air.
"Good?" She asks once she's taken her own bite.
I nod eating another. "Fucking out of this world. You've ruined me for life, I hope you make them often."
Sansa looks ecstatic at my reaction. "For you, I can."
I stay for a little while after that. I have to get to work myself, needing to complete some last minute tasks for our AGM next Thursday. We talk about the week ahead and make plans for Sansa to come and tour the gym tomorrow. She wants to have somewhere to work out and if I get to see her even more, that's a plus for me too.
"Good luck with your meetings." I tell her as I open the door.
"Thanks. I hope they go well, it's been odd recently when I've dealt with some of the newer editors." Sansa furrows her brow.
"I'm sure it'll all be sorted. Message me when you're done." She's been pretty stressed about it all and I hope she will be feeling better after these calls.
Sansa nods and smiles up at me. I want to kiss her so fucking badly but she's got some sort of colorful make-up on her plump lips and I don't want to ruin it.
Well, I do but what I really don't want is to upset or inconvenience her.
Wrapping my arms around her waist for a long, tight hug will have to do. Or so I thought.
When I begin to let go, Sansa's eyes turn wicked. Keeping her arms around my neck, she tugs and meets me halfway, pressing her lips to mine, opening her mouth and licking her way inside my own, finding my tongue.
"Have a good day Sandor." She tells me with a cheeky grin once we've parted.
"Mmm, I will now." We wave just as she closes her door and I will the blood to travel back to my northern head the entire journey to work.
Osha is on a call when I reach our floor, shooting me one of her bright smiles and a wink. I sigh a breath of relief when I find my office empty, I half expected Bronn to be laying in wait for me.
Two emails and half a cup of coffee later he's barging through my door, closing it swiftly behind him.
"There's my big boy! What the fuck man? You left me hanging yesterday." He plops down in one of the chairs across from me.
"Look -" I barely utter the word and he's cutting me off, practically laying across my desk to reach for me.
"You slippery bastard!" He half yells as his finger swipes at my face.
"Oi, what the fuck!" I slap him away.
The fool is grinning like he's the Cheshire Cat. "Nice shade." Bronn says more to his thumb than to me.
I grab my phone, open the camera and instantly see traces of Sansa's pink lipstick on and around my lips. I smile without even realizing it and wipe the rest off.
"So that's why you stayed home yesterday." He wags his eyebrows at me.
"Don't." I warn. Bronn looks shocked at the growl in my voice and sits back, his face losing a little of its mischief.
"Alright alright. I'll stop, for now." He gives me one of his best smizes, as he calls them. "I am your best friend and just want to know how your date went. Not a crazy notion."
Bronn is right. He's the closest person I have in my life and I've always been invested in his dates and girlfriends.
I allow some warmth into my expression. "Like I said, it was amazing. Best day I have ever had. We just had dinner and then talked last night." The man knows me too well and hears the shift in my voice towards the end.
"You told her?" Bronn's eyes are wide, I've never opened up about my scars so quickly.
"Yeah, I did. Sansa has her own skeletons that she trusted me with, the timing felt right." I shrug.
"This really is serious." Bronn still looks surprised but his face has softened, I can tell he's happy for me.
"I hope so. Never wanted to be with anyone before her."
"She looked smitten the other day. You might just have to you know, talk about your feelings and all that shit." Bronn cringes a bit, even though I'm sure he'll be doing the same with Margaery.
"Yeah, I don't mind, at all. What about you and Marg?"
He's instantly lost in thought. "Fuckin hells, what a woman! I like this one San."
"Have you seen her yet?"
"No." Bronn grumbles. "She's been fixing her flat, making it her home too she says. Plus, setting up her business to be run from London. Margaery is bloody fantastic but busy." He sighs. "She might have time over the weekend." The playful glint is back in his eyes.
"Let's hope so. You've never chased a bird this long without, well anything, happening." I half joke.
"Right!" Bronn slaps his hands on his legs, shaking his head.
We agree to go out for a pint and dinner, I only offer because Sansa predicted a long day and night ahead for her and Ygritte, her manager.
Osha knocks a few hours later with lunch in hand for us both and takes up residence in Bronn's previous seat.
"Here you go boss man, I know you'll work through if I don't stop you." She smiles at me, completely right.
"Thanks Osha. I'd wither away without you." I tell her sincerely.
We both start eating our our pad thai for a bit before she breaks the silence.
"So, are you going to give me the details?" Osha peeks up at me from her meal.
I tell her everything, every detail. Well, I just said we kissed, not how hot under the collar it got us both. She's a smiling puddle of Osha by the end of it
"I'm so bloody happy for you, truly."
"Thanks. You and Roz were life savers. Sansa wants to meet you."
"That would be lovely, a double date! Let's plan it soon yes?" She's ecstatic now, clearing our empty containers.
"Aye, I'll talk to her." I've never been on a date, period, until this past weekend, so adding in more people will be a brand fucking new experience. And shockingly, I'm excited about it.
The rest of the day passes by in a blur of phone calls, emails and signatures. Before I know it, my phone buzzes with an incoming call and a shit eating grin spreads across my face when I read the caller ID.
"Hey little bird. How was your day?"
Sansa breathes out a sigh of relief. "Better talking to you. It's been never ending, I swear."
Not the tone I was hoping for. "What's happened?"
Sansa goes on to tell me about her chaotic day. A Skype interview with Gendry ended up in a huge apology to my little bird and then a brainstorming afternoon, that turned into evening, at her manager's.
Apparently one of the new editors at the publishing house was using her power and bad attitude against certain authors, mostly Sansa, in Gendry's absence. That's why there was so much back and forth recently with her third novel.
This bitch, named Miranda, immediately disliked Sansa and gave her shit, forced her to change her work. I'm fuming.
"Sansa, I'm so fucking sorry. What's going on now?" I try to reign in my anger.
"Well, my schedule for my second book's release and the timeline for sending in chapters for the third is verging on ruined." It's the first time I have heard her annoyed.
"Ygritte just popped out to get us some supper and then we'll keep working, going back over what changes I was asked to do, which ones I pushed back on and the few this editor forced me to make. Then, we'll decide how to best deal with Gendry and the emergency meetings we have this week and next. Ugh." I swear I can see Sansa hanging her head in her hands.
"Little bird you did not deserve any of this, none of it. But you can do it, you are strong, smart and fucking talented. Don't let them get away with anything you're not on board with. I don't know what I can do but if you need me...uh, need help, I'm here." How would she ever need me?
"Oh Sandor, thank you. You're helping me right now. Listening, boosting my ego." She laughs. "How was your day? Hopefully better than mine."
I don't feel as though I should change the subject so quickly but I can tell she wants me to. When I get to Osha and the double date Sansa finally sounds happier and is over the moon at the idea.
"Ygritte is back. Time to eat and lay out war plans." She jokes but I know there's an ounce of truth to her statement.
"Good luck. And don't stress, it will all work out. Call or message me whenever."
"I might take you up on that offer. Thank you Sandor. Can't wait to see you tomorrow. Does ten am still work?"
"Aye, of course. Looking forward to it. Bye Sansa."
"Bye!" Her sweet voice has me smiling so big it hurts.
When Bronn comes to get me half an hour later I'm still grinning.
"Sexting your girlfriend?" He teases when he sees my face.
"Fuck off." I wish, I almost say. "And she's not my girlfriend."
"Broken record here but, not yet. Can we go now?" He whines.
Bronn and I actually have a really fucking good time and I find myself thanking him when we part ways at the end of the night for keeping my mind occupied. I'm really bloody worried about Sansa and what she's going through. Her not being home and not being able to see her is making me antsy too.
I doubt I'll get much sleep tonight but nevertheless, I climb into bed and at least try to relax. Not long after doing so, I hear my phone vibrate on my nightstand.
Sansa: And finally, we feel prepared! Thank you for being there for me. Decided to sleep at Ygritte's since it's so late but I'll still see you bright and early tomorrow. Goodnight Sandor.
Sandor: Glad to hear it. See you in the morning little bird.
The moment I read she wouldn't be sleeping here, for the first time since she moved in, my stomach twists. I swear the building feels strange and empty without her in it. I toss and turn for a good hour and then somehow sleep claims me.
I wake up with those fucking insects everyone calls butterflies yet again, fluttering around until my head spins. I shower and scrub extra long, tidy up my beard and even put effort into my hair. I can't really fancy up sweats and a tee but since we're going to the gym there's not much I can do about my attire.
I want to show off Sansa in my own way and on my own terms. That means I don't need an ambush of our tour of the facility. To keep things seemingly as normal as usual, I don't say a word to either of my best friends and instead just updated my calendar with my schedule for the day. Seeing as next week will be beyond hectic with our meetings, neither will find it shocking I'm not doing full days in the office when I don't have to.
Making it to our building early, I do a once around the gym area and check with the receptionist to ensure that the locker rooms are as clean as I expect them to be. After I see that everything looks up to my standard, I talk to a couple of our regulars, attempting to kill time and seem natural. I doubt it's working.
By five to ten it must look as if I'm at a tennis match, my head bouncing back and forth between what I'm trying to do and the door to the gym. Sansa is right on time and when I see bright red walking past our windows, I feel my body relax.
I rush over to open the door for her and am rewarded with a bright Sansa smile.
"Good morning!" She greets me and throws her arms around my waist.
"Morning." I wrap my own around her shoulders.
"What an amazing building! Your security firm is here too right?"
"Aye, it's upstairs, as is my office. We can go on a tour after this if you'd like?"
"I'd love to." She beams.
"Well, let's get started." I force myself to stop staring at Sansa.
Her long red hair is pulled back from her beautiful face, tied low at the nape of her neck. I watch as she takes off her coat, grabbing it and her purse to leave at the front, and I swear this woman is trying to kill me. Yet again, she has both of her milky shoulders bare, her long sleeved black top making her skin glow.
Her tight jeans show off exactly what she's been doing in the gym in the past, molding perfectly over her round ass and holding on tight to her long legs. Sansa moves her arms up and her shirt rises with them, just enough to give me a view of a perfect sliver of her belly. And if she can make sneakers look sexy then I guess I'm ruined for life, because anything near her must be hot.
When we reach the check-in desk I place her things safely behind it before coming back to stand next to Sansa. Our usual receptionist must be on a break and instead Pod is sitting behind the desk.
"Pod, this is Sansa. Sansa this is our gym manager and head trainer, Pod."
"Nice to meet you." She smiles and extends a hand towards him.
Pod's eyes are wider than usual and it takes him a moment to compose his face and return her handshake. "Hi. Yes you too. Are you with...uh, here for a tour?"
"I am." Sansa looks up at me. "Thanks to Sandor." She says, never looking away from my face as her hand rests on my forearm. "I only moved to the city a couple of weeks ago and I'm in need of a new gym."
Pod silently takes in how Sansa has tucked herself into my bicep and the fact that she's still touching me. The young man who, I honestly like and respect, but want to punch in the face at the moment, hasn't been able to stop shooting fleeting glances her way. But a grin did cross his face when he saw how comfortable we are with one another
"You couldn't be in better hands." He says to her.
"I know." Sansa responds immediately.
I cough and stop their conversation there. "Right then. Pod, keep Sansa's things safe, we'll be back in a bit."
"Sure thing boss." He waves to us as we make our way to the double doors that lead to the main gym floor.
I take my time showing her every inch of our space, every machine, nook and cranny. Once I know the locker room is empty I put up the "Closed for cleaning" sign so I can take her for a tour of that as well.
Sansa is like a pre-recorded soundtrack, "wow" and "amazing" are the two words she uses the most. I've always been as proud as I can be of myself for this business, but seeing the awe on her face and hearing her congratulate me for building something as outstanding as this has my cheeks heating.
When we reach the boxing ring, which is in a separate room, I hadn't even consciously decided to show it to her. Sansa effortlessly jumps up and gets in the ring, walking around and feeling the ropes.
Yep I was right, everything she's near is erotic. I've never thought about having sex in a boxing ring until today.
"So you have a boxing ring and you don't use it?" Sansa asks not looking at me, her tone ensuring I know there's no need to even acknowledge, let alone answer her question.
"Sometimes I might drag the dummy in there and practice alone, simply to build certain muscles. But no, not with anyone else and I don't train others." I follow her around the outside of the ropes.
"Pod does and one of our other trainers, they're great and they enjoy it which is important." I tell her.
Sansa just nods and hops down out of the ring. It's nice to open up to someone when there's no pressure or awkwardness.
"Where do I sign?" she asks once she's standing in front of me again.
I can feel how big my smile is, on half of my face anyway, as I tilt my head in the direction of where we first started. When we get back to the desk, Pod is still there typing away on the computer.
I walk around his side of the counter again, picking up Sansa's belongings as well as a new member sign up pack.
"Should we go see my office?" I ask her.
"Yes let's!" She answers excitedly, before turning back to Pod. "Have a good day and I suppose I'll see you around the gym."
"You decided to sign up? Awesome. Bye boss!"
I simply wave in his direction as we head to the elevators and I swipe my pass and press the button that will take us to my floor.
We're almost there when I break the silence that, as always is comfortable between as but still holds a good amount of tension.
"Bronn might be here just to warn you." We both laugh. "And unless somethings come up that I'm not aware of, Osha should be in so you can meet her."
Sansa is positively giddy now. "Oh really? I can thank her in person now."
How someone so warm, thoughtful and kind wants to give me the time of day boggles my mind, but I'm just going to go along with it because I'm one lucky son of a bitch.
When the doors open I usher Sansa out first, attempting to be chivalrous but also wanting to watch her walk away. I overtake her easily and point out different things on our floor. There isn't much, we like our privacy, something Bronn and I have in common.
Once we turn the corner I see Osha sitting at her desk, thankfully not on the phone, and when she hears us approach, she lifts her head. Her always cheerful demeanor turns positively buzzing.
"Morning Osha. This is -" Before I can finish introducing them, my best friend and assistant is on her feet meeting us, her arms already extended towards Sansa.
"You don't have to tell me who this is, big man! Sansa, it's so nice to meet you."
Sansa is just as happy and they embrace as if they're long time friends.
"You must be Osha? I'm so glad to meet you too!"
"This is a lovely surprise. What are you two doing here?"
"Sansa is signing up for the gym. I was just giving her a tour so she knew she wasn't wasting her time coming here." I joke.
"I can't say I'm someone who loves running on treadmills and lifting weights, but downstairs is a good gym. Whenever I feel like being fit and healthy even I'll pop down." She's definitely not of my and Bronn's mentality, but I have seen her and Roz working out as a couple sometimes and she doesn't look too miserable.
Sansa chuckles. "I don't like working out either and I'll definitely get outside when I can but it's always good to have a gym to come to. I'm so happy I'm here because it means I get to thank you for everything you did for us on Sunday. It was delicious and beautiful. Sandor better watch out, you have a second career that you can go into easily."
I swear I've never seen Osha speechless until she hears Sansa's praises. "Wow, I just wanted to help but what a compliment. I'm tickled pink that you both enjoyed yourselves."
Sansa looks over her shoulder at me and licks her lips, I'm only one who can see of course. "Oh yes, we had the best time." She's going to be the death of me.
The three of us chat a bit more and then I drag Sansa to my office, only after the two exchange numbers and go over double date ideas.
"Woah, what a view." Sansa breathes as she looks out my window.
"Yeah, it is." I reply, only watching her.
We somehow miss Bronn on our way out and settle down at a nearby cafe for lunch. Hours pass us by in what feel like minutes, eating, talking and laughing until I feel full in multiple ways.
Sansa walks with me to the office, I agreed to close up tonight, something I'm regretting now. She's heading back home to check over the agenda for her meeting tomorrow and double check the revisions that were forced on her.
"I'm not sure how long it will all take tomorrow but maybe we can have a night cap?" Sansa suggests when we reach the building door.
"Aye, sounds good. Let me know when you're home and I'll come over." I take a step towards her, embracing her first this time.
Sansa hugs me back tightly and presses a kiss to my scarred cheek when we pull away.
"See you tomorrow Sandor." She smiles at me.
"Until then little bird." I swear she's taking a piece of me with her.
Not my new fucking poetic side apparently.
Surprisingly the evening and night pass by quickly. I send Sansa a goodnight message and receive one back, which helps me sleep.
The following day is bloody frantic and I barely remember to send Sansa a message of good luck and remind her to stand her ground. She responds immediately thanking me and saying she would see me later.
Neither of us have the time to check our phones it seems until I get home at eight, and I let Sansa know before inhaling a dinner, that could feed two but I didn't even get have my damn lunch. I decide to shower and change into joggers and a tee then settle in with a beer while I wait to hear from Sansa.
Sansa: Sorry, I know it's late, can I come over?
It's ten thirty, not exactly late but I know she worries. It could've been four in the damn morning and I'd be at my door waiting for her.
Sandor: Not past my bedtime yet. Of course you can.
Less than half an hour later she's knocking at my door.
I open it and that fucking deliriously amazing feeling of seeing her in the flesh courses through me.
"Hey little bird."
It's her turn to not greet me with words, instead she buries herself into my chest. The breath leaves Sansa's body and takes the tension with it.
"Hey." She mumbles against my shirt.
I reach down and scoop her into my arms, I try not to think the words bridal style. Fuck, the things that term does to me. I need to end those thoughts and fast.
Sansa let's out a small giggle when her feet leave the ground and a small tug of her mouth is forcing its way out when I place her on the sofa.
"Wine?" I ask, already half way to the kitchen.
"In an IV preferably."
I watch Sansa from the island and see her remove her coat and hear her shoes hit the floor. She looks like a dream as per fucking usual.
I don't know if I've seen her in blue since the night we met but it really does things to her eyes and hair, somehow making them stand out even more. Her long skirt flowed around both of us when I picked her up and her dress shirt makes her look the perfect mix of casual yet professional.
Sansa doesn't wear much jewelry, mostly just a couple of small items she always has on, that knowing her have some sentimental meaning, but she's dressed up a bit more than usual, with a sparkly necklace on.
I never knew I had a thing for shoes but apparently every pair she puts on her feet have new fantasies running through my mind. This pair sure as hells don't look comfortable but they are only a few shades darker than her skin and the bottoms are red and fucking sexy on her.
When we're sitting facing each other, chilled wine in our glasses, I prod a bit.
"What happened?"
"I'm just tired now. Meetings, and back-and-forth discussions turned into a celebratory dinner because thankfully it all actually worked out." Sansa says.
She continues, telling me how apologetic and honestly, terrified they were that they would lose her. Apparently this Miranda bitch is a scorned author, or once-upon-a-time author. She never made a career writing for herself and somehow ended up as an editor.
Piece of shit must be crazy or a good actress, hells maybe both, because the entire team agreed that for the first year she worked there they suspected nothing.
Recently, Gendry had felt comfortable handing over some responsibility so he was able to take personal time and has been off with his uncle quite a bit. Miranda took these trips as an opportunity to sabotage anyone she could, and they're not sure why, but her number one target was Sansa.
"Holy shit little bird. I don't know what to say besides I'm sorry."
"That's enough." She smiles at me. "I trust Gendry and know this was out of his control. As soon as it was made aware they handled it and are doing their best to fix the issues she's caused."
Sansa looks exhausted but slightly less stressed. "Next week is going to be chaotic playing catch-up but I'm glad I won't be off schedule for my novels at least."
"Yes me too, especially seeing as this shouldn't have happened at all. If I can lighten the load, with Arya coming, plus all of this, tell me what to do."
Sansa leans her head on my shoulder. "Actually, I was hoping you could come by on Saturday and look at the furniture in my spare room. I swear the moving company didn't put it together properly."
"Sounds like a plan. Can't have your little warrior sister falling out of bed and attacking you, can we?" We both laugh at my attempted joke that's more truthful than humorous.
It's too soon when I hear Sansa sigh and feel her look at her watch. "I better go. I have some appointments in the morning."
"Hopefully they're more fun than your previous ones from this week."
"Oh yes, a morning and afternoon of pampering and ignoring any emails that pertain to work."
I chuckle and am relieved to hear she's taking time for herself. "Good plan." I say as we reach her door, I suppose my subconscious will always walk her home.
"Thanks for letting me vent and helping me with this. It's the first time I started to feel as if I couldn't handle this career." Sansa says, looking up me with a furrowed brow.
I smooth the concern from her forehead with my finger tips, trailing them down to her neck to hold her face. "You can fucking do this. We all have to deal with bumps in the road, it didn't derail you, that's what matters."
Sansa lights up at my words before running her free hand up my chest and leaning up for a kiss. I press her back against the wall as I tangle my other hand into her hair.
It's not as if I needed yet another reminder, but I know this resolve we both have at the moment is going to break and soon. I can feel it in this kiss, every time they get more frantic, we somehow are always closer and in all honesty, I'm surprised we've only gone this far all this time.
I'm hard enough that's it's verging on uncomfortable and when Sansa presses against me my cock pushes on her belly. I almost pull away but I somehow hear her soft moan over the sound of my own and it makes me rub my length on purpose this time.
I can only stand it for another minute, any longer and we'll be in her bed. Breaking the kiss makes Sansa whine and I can't hold back a grin.
"This." I say, motioning a hand in the non-existent space between us. "I don't want to ruin it."
Sansa's hooded eyes lose some of their heat as it's replaced with a different kind of warmth. "I doubt anything in the realm of what we're doing can even be used in the same sentence as the word ruin, but I know what you mean." She says, her gaze never leaving mine.
Slowly and reluctantly we let go of one another and Sansa opens her door.
"I'll talk to you tomorrow." She says through swollen lips, her face and neck still flushed.
"Yes. Good night, little bird." My voice is deeper than usual.
Flashes of pink lips and sounds of wanton moans make me cum in an embarrassingly short amount of time once I'm in bed. At least the release gives me another night of slumber.
The next morning I head into work early so I can hit the gym and get ready for the day in my office. A friend of a friend of Bronn's wants to meet us in person to go over the security needs they're currently looking for.
This happens more often than not, its a competitive market when you're looking for the level and standard of protection that we offer. Usually, people Google us and the firm ahead of time so hopefully a rare press photo of me will pop up, because I hate this part of in person sessions with clients. The first time they see my face.
I know my mug could've ended up being a lot worse. The scars really only cover my right cheek, the outer areas of my eyebrow, down my temple to my mouth and stop at my chin. My right ear and eye, plus their functions, were not affected. I was also blessed with a good head of hair, that even though I should pull back for such meetings, I'm more comfortable keeping it down, almost like a curtain.
I make sure to pack my good jeans a button up and my dress shoes, I'm not going to wear a suit and have them think I'm someone I'm not. If they want to use us they need to see what they're going to get.
I begin typing a message to Sansa as I'm about to head out the door but one look at the time and I know it would be unfair and instead save it to send later. It's the one day this week we haven't made plans and even though I know I'm seeing her tomorrow, I still want to see her today.
After I push myself extra hard in the gym, even slipping into the boxing ring after ensuring I was the only person around, I shower and dress before popping out for breakfast.
It's still obnoxiously early by the time I sit at my desk to eat and leisurely go through social media. I could do work, and probably should, but I have a long day of deadlines ahead of me after this meeting and I decide to do something a little less intense to start my day.
I obviously never post about myself on Facebook or Instagram but I still have both. I had also given in last week and added Sansa to the former and then she followed me on the latter, which I eagerly reciprocated.
I usually post once in a blue moon of one of my weekend outings or promoting the gym. Tormund took my phone a few months back and posted a throwback something photo of him, Bronn and I. Thank fuck my head was turned, hiding my scarred cheek.
Of course, Sansa is the polar opposite of me. She seems to favor Instagram, she has lots of photos on her account and posts to her story almost every day. She also has a lot of followers since she just has one account for personal use and for her book supporters to follow.
Sansa told me she considered splitting them up but she honestly didn't think that many people would be interested enough in her life to find her on these platforms. The ever modest, beautiful girl who has come into my life was of course wrong. She's had diehard fans from the beginning and now that her career is growing so is her following.
When I pull up Sansa's page I see that she also posts about this #TBT and yesterday it was about us. Sort of. She has a slideshow of sorts of about ten pictures from our date in the country.
They're mostly of the view, then one of the bookshelf in the pub and another of our picnic. The caption simply says "#Throwback to the happiest day."
I literally feel my heart jump in my chest, my palms are sweaty and I can't stop smiling. I look at the comments, even though you're never supposed to, and I recognize a couple of names of her friends and family and the rest are from fans it seems.
And they're all asking about her romantic day.
They've spotted the two champagne glasses and the view. Most of them also say how over the moon they are for her and that she deserves this.
I start panicking about how to even wrap my head around this seemingly simple post on social media, but before I can spiral I hear, versus see, someone lean both hands on my desk.
"Can you not watch porn at work?" Bronn says to me his eyes looking towards my phone that he thankfully can't see the screen of.
"I'll try to cut back if you do." I counter.
He barks out a laugh. "No promises. Shall we go over the information we have so far about the clients that are coming in this morning?"
I nod and bring up the file on my iPad, and we sit down debriefing on what is to come. We stay that way until Osha knocks on the door to let us know they've arrived.
The guy seems like a nice enough person, as does his team. He's a hard worker who's built himself up from nothing and doesn't want any part of his empire to be fucked with. I understand and respect him right away.
He started creating his night clubs in the north where he's from and this is his first time venturing into the city. Sounds like our story a bit. Cost is not an issue and he does not want to cut any corners. We talk for hours and even though we supply the room with cold and hot drinks and some snacks we offer to order lunch for everyone so we can get to know him on a personal level as well and not make him feel rushed.
We even ended up emailing Tormund early into our discussion (we know he is busy completing a job at the moment though). Bronn and I hope he can give us an installation timeframe while we have them in the office.
I had used the initial email as an excuse to be on my phone as well because I wanted to say good morning to Sansa. When our ginger best friend replies sometime later, Bronn jumps at the chance to do the same it seems.
No one else in the room can tell, besides me, that the first message he reads is not from Tormund. He's as good as I am at controlling his emotions from showing on his face but I still see a small twinkle in his eye and tug of his lips, which telling me he's very happy about something.
Finally, an hour and a half after we've eaten, contracts are signed and estimated time frames and costs have already been given. We walk them to the elevator where Pod is waiting to take them on a tour of the gym. They'll all be moving down here, and like Sansa, the men will need somewhere to work out.
The metal doors have barely closed and Bronn is gripping my upper arms as strong as he probably can.
"What the fuck, why are you attacking me?" I say to him as I struggle free.
"We're going out tonight!" He says, his eyes wide and excited.
"The fuck we are, how do you know I don't have plans?"
His whole demeanor turns smug then. "Because, these plans include Sansa and she's the only other person you'd be busy with."
Shit, he's got me there. Even if it doesn't make complete sense to me yet. "Why are you telling me I have plans with Sansa when I haven't even checked my phone to see if she's gotten in touch with me today?" I say to him and start walking back to the board room before he can even answer, as I realize I've left my phone behind.
Bronn keeps up with me talking as we go. "Marg wants to see me but her and Sansa were supposed to have plans this week and between the two of them being the busiest fucking women we've ever met, they kept rescheduling until tonight. So, two birds one stone, we double date." He says to me as if he's just discovered the answer to world peace.
"I'll see." I grumble to him, even though I know one positive confirmation that Sansa is going means I'll be there too.
"What the fuck do you mean you'll see? All you want to do is be with the girl and she's going to be where I'm asking you to go, it's not rocket science San!" Bronn is frustrated now.
I turn to look at my best friend and for the first time in a long time he looks at me pleadingly.
"Just let me talk to her alright? As soon as I know she wants to go, and wants me there more importantly, then I'll put you in my calendar." I try to lighten the mood.
I never want him to think I don't have his back in any situation because I always will.
"You're not dumb but you sure as hells act like it." He says, making me second guess my last thought.
Bronn sighs and continues. "Your beautiful redhead wants to spend as much time with you as you do with her, just trust me on that." I try to say anything the opposite of what he's done but Bronn is having none of it, simply putting his hand up to stop me.
"Come to my office once you've spoken to her." He says with a cheesy smile in my direction. And with that, he heads to his end of the floor.
I can't even wait to get to my own office to check my phone. Besides a disgusting amount of work emails I also have several messages and even a missed call from Sansa.
Sansa: Good morning TGIF! Do you have a busy day ahead?
Sansa: Soo Marg wants us to double date with her and Bronn tonight...what do you think?
Sansa: I know it might not be your thing and we already have a potential DD coming up so we don't have to go...
Sansa: I want to, if it means I get to see you, I should've said that first.
Sansa: Shit, sorry if I called while you're in a meeting or something. Just message me when you're free. Okay I'll stop being that annoying girl now.
I laugh to myself. Sansa gets worked up easily and I only ever want to calm her concerns but the fact she thinks she could ever annoy me is bloody hilarious.
Sandor: Little bird, you could never be annoying. Now that's out the way, I just saw your messages, it's been a long day and it's only twelve thirty. Let's go tonight, our two friends deserve a date and so do we.
She must've been waiting for my reply her own comes back so fast.
Sansa: I wouldn't say that to Arya when you meet her, pretty sure I drive her nuts all the time, even long distance! Okay yay, I think it'll be a good time. We'll meet you two at Sophie's for seven?
Sandor: Can't wait.
I pick up my work phone and dial Bronn's extension. He's as eager as Sansa and answers after one ring.
"You better not be calling to break my small, cold heart." He says.
"I can still arrange that." I grumble. "So, should we leave here at six forty-five to meet the girls then?"
I doubt it was for my benefit but I can tell that Bronn moved the handset away from his face before yelling out a large "woop".
"Sounds perfect San. And thank you, I mean it."
"Aye there's no need for that. See you later." I tell him and hang up
There's a clawing at my stomach that doesn't feel as good as the fluttering I have become used to, this is more nerves than excitement. Even though this is my normal -apprehension- I haven't felt this with Sansa yet and no matter how busy I am with estimate after proposal after phone call after email, it still nags at the back of my mind all afternoon.
Osha pops in before leaving for the day to wish me a good weekend and can tell by my face something is up.
"Are you extra, brooding, standoffish Sandor because of your date?" She asks me, leaning against the door to my office.
"However did you guess?" I ask sarcastically with a bark of humorless laughter.
"You know Bronn has been skipping around this entire building throwing rose petals around in excitement." We both can't help but smile at that, he has never been like this over a woman before.
"You should be that excited as well. You know everyone who's going, you're dressed up and look dashingly handsome today and don't fight me on that." She pins me with what can only be described as a mother's glare and I honestly couldn't fight her if I tried after that.
"You'll get to sit next to the amazing girl that you're falling for." She must see the fear and question in my eyes and elaborates. "I love love and I know you well, I can see it happening. Enjoy this time, the early days the butterflies." She says with emphasis like she's been able to read my mind about the damn things. "Now, stop that fretting and start getting excited. You never know, maybe you'll get lucky tonight!" She laughs and so do I, because it's genuinely funny.
Even though I've never wanted to sleep with anyone more than I want to with Sansa, it's so much more than that and I have to make sure she knows that before we take the next step. Of course the Mount Everest sized hurdle there is the whole, sitting down and talking about our feelings and finding out if we're on the same page part.
Not the train of thought I need to be on right now when I'm supposed to stop worrying and instead be excited.
"Thanks. You're right and I'll try to get my head out of my ass now."
A very proud smile crosses her face. "Good! Well, my work for the day is done here, in more ways than one. Have a wonderful weekend and I expect to hear all about it on Monday."
"Say hi to Roz and the kids for me."
"Will do!" she calls out over her shoulder as she heads towards the elevators.
Her honest approach and peptalk seem to have done the trick. The excitement over seeing Sansa overtakes the dread and worry, even if it doesn't erase them completely.
By six thirty Bronn gives up the act and sits in my office staring at me asking if we can leave now, sounding like a petulant child. I can only handle about five minutes of his shit before giving in. I also realize it's best to be there first to ensure I am comfortable with the table and even more so because I'll get to watch Sansa walk in.
We get an Uber to Covent Garden even though we didn't need to. Bronn could've flown us there with his eagerness that is shooting in rocket flames out his ass. I can't begrudge him or even tease him for it. I might not show it on the outside but I'm looking forward to this more than he is on the inside.
I've never been to this bar and grill before but it smells fantastic and the bustling atmosphere should ensure less stares for me than usual.
We get a booth towards the back of the restaurant that's got a window on one side and the kitchen in front of us. And then we wait. Bronn and I pass the time by looking at the wine list and chatting a bit about the northern nightclub owner again, his business could be huge for us.
At only a couple of minutes past seven I know Sansa is here. It sounds like the plot of a cheesy movie but I literally feel it in my bones when the maître d' turns the corner, her and Marg in tow, heading towards us.
When they're a few tables away, Bronn and I stand to greet them. Sansa quickly thanks for the gentleman who was seating them without even looking at him, instead her eyes are fixed on me, a smile breaking her face in half.
"Hey." she says just as her arms reach for me.
"Hi little bird." I whisper against her ear once I've pulled her flush against my body.
Bronn and Margaery are both looking beyond elated, only having just broken apart from their own embrace. The girls squeeze into the booth first so they can sit next to one another and I'm fucking delighted when Sansa moves closer to me after I sit down.
After ordering a couple bottles of wine and water we all begin looking at the menu. I try to be sly with glances at Sansa out the corner of my eye and the only reason she doesn't notice is because she's checking me out more than she is the entrées. It still blows my bloody mind that she looks at me that way.
Meanwhile, the entire restaurant looked at her when she entered it, well almost everyone. Sansa is wearing a white T-shirt with the French Tres Chic on it and that's where any sort of casual air to her outfit ends. She has on those fucking boots again, the ones that come all the way up to her thighs and they're making my mouth water more than the smells permeating from the kitchen.
To top it off, and also to put another nail in my coffin, she's got on a short black skirt that I noticed when she sat down is leather. Suddenly I'm interested in BDSM.
I remember she said that today was a pampering day for her and I try and soak in anything that looks different. Not only for my enjoyment but so I can tell her how beautiful she looks, as always.
Her hair looks more like silk than usual, if that's possible and I can't see her toes obviously, but her fingernails are painted a shiny black.
Finally, our two friends are huddled talking and laughing between them and it gives me the chance to do the same with Sansa.
"How was your day to yourself?" I ask her.
She looks dramatically off into the distance and sighs before giggling. "It was spectacular, just what I needed. But I feel as though it was my preparation for next week. I'll have to repeat it many times to ensure I stay this relaxed."
"I think you've earned as many spa days as you need." I tell her honestly. "Did you do something to your hair? You look gorgeous. I even like the nails." I say looking down at them.
Sansa beams even brighter at my compliments. "Why thank you." She says and waggles her fingernails in between us. "I did get my hair done, it's so much to deal with but I can't bring myself to cut it. I went crazy and got a manicure, a pedicure, a facial, wax- uh and even a steam! I'll stop, I'm sure I'm boring you to death."
"I work with Bronn every day, no one is boring compared to him." I joke.
My best friend he hears me and throws a breadstick at my head. We all break out in laughter and we had only just stopped when the waiter comes to take our orders.
From there, the four of us go on to have one of the best nights of my life. We're there for hours, practically shutting the place down. We eat until our stomachs ache and the wine pours freely. The same goes for our conversations and jokes.
Bronn announces after dessert that he'll be spending the night at my place, poor me, so we all decide to go back together.
I grab Sansa's coat and help her slip it on her shoulders when we're at the door ready to leave. She looks up at me through her lashes giving me a soft smile and once she's tied the sash closed she reaches for my hand. Bronn and Margaery walk ahead, his arm around her shoulders.
"He's not usually like this, is he?" Sansa asks me.
"Not a bit." I grin. "It's a nice change." I tell her, squeezing her hand.
We black cab back to our apartment building and I can see how badly Bronn wants to get off on floor one with Marg.
"Goodnight everyone. Tonight was fabulous." Margaery leans into the elevator, holding the doors open. She gives us all a tipsy, warm smile but her eyes linger on Bronn.
"Night beautiful, I'll talk to you soon." He promises, making her flush.
"I'll message you about Arya's plans tomorrow." Sansa says to her.
"Night Marg." I nod.
She stands back to allow the doors to close and waves one last time.
"You two can make out you know. Pretend I'm not here." Bronn says from the corner.
I slap the side of his head while Sansa just laughs. "I'll kick you out onto the street." I fake threaten.
Thank fuck it's a short ride and we all exit onto the second floor a moment later. "I'm already going." Bronn says as he holds his hands up in surrender on his way to my flat. "Good night Sansa, was lovely as always." He bows to her.
"It really was. Night!" She responds, too kindly, in my opinion at least.
We walk to her apartment side by side.
Sansa unlocks her door and turns to me. "I'll see you in the morning?" She confirms.
"Aye. Maybe with a headache." I joke, we're all a tad buzzed.
"Ugh, don't remind me." She laughs.
"Tonight was great." I tell her honestly, tucking some wayward hair behind her ear.
Sansa sucks in a sharp breath and takes another step towards me. "It really was."
The alcohol, the tension that's been brewing all godsdamn night boils over and we crash into each other.
No matter how good it feels to have her hands in my hair, scratching my scalp, the way her soft, warm body is molded against mine and the things Sansa's plump lips and wet, prodding tongue are doing to me I know I have to keep a handle on this especially tight tonight. There's not a lot of strength in my resolve at the moment.
Gliding my hands slowly from her waist to cradle either side of her face, I slow our kisses in attempt to do the same for our breathing. Giving her three slow, chaste pecks, I pull back enough to rest our foreheads together.
"I better go before I can't make myself." I murmur.
Sansa pouts but meets my gaze and nods. We seem to be on the same page about waiting for the right time.
The right time better hurry the fuck up.
"Fine." She bumps my nose. "Goodnight." She kisses me once more before pulling away.
"Sweet dreams little bird." I tell her and head back home.
Bronn is already snoring on the pull out in my office and I force myself to fall asleep, needing to not be ruined with a shit hangover in the morning.
I wake up, no I am woken-up by a strange sound in my room. I roll over to the sight of Bronn next to me in bed, under the covers watching videos on his phone. The fucker is cackling away at whatever is happening on the screen and when he turns to find me looking at him, he has the nerve to move closer, trying to show me what he's watching.
"Good morning sweetheart! He coos. "Check out this video of a goat and a cat, fucking golden!"
I push him away before responding. "Why the fuck are you in my bed?"
"Well, no matter how comfortable the pull out sofa might be, your bed is better, first of all. Second, I was lonely." He gives me fake puppy dog eyes and I just roll my own. "Third, I'm hungry and I ordered us food to be delivered so, you're welcome. And last, I know you have to be up to play handyman."
I groan and cover my face with the duvet for a moment. "Fine, thank you, you annoying motherfucker." I tell him but with a smile.
Bronn checks his phone and tracks our food seeing they're almost here and jumps up excitedly. "I'll go meet the delivery man, you get up and ready. Hurry though, because I can't promise I won't eat your portion too!" He calls out to me as he runs down the hallway.
I can't stop my mind from thinking how lucky I am to have Bronn, I'll never tell him though. I decide to shower later, honestly not trusting him to keep my meal safe.
We sit at my kitchen island inhaling our food in silence and then we both reminisce on how fantastic last night was. Bronn grabs his stuff when he's finished breakfast and gets ready to leave.
"I think we might've found the ones San. We're two lucky bastards!" He claps me on the back. "Let me know how today goes and I'll keep you posted on when my first solo date with Margaery is."
"I will and you better." I say to him and give him a slight squeeze around the shoulders.
I had heard from Sansa when we were eating and we thankfully both agreed to start on her spare room a little later because of our fun night. She told me Marg was doing the same for her, popping upstairs with breakfast. Looking at my phone now I see I have just over an hour before she'll be expecting me.
I shower and dress quickly before I get an Uber to the office so I can grab my car and then two Americanos for her and I. Apparently Margaery brought them good food but paired it with kombucha green tea to help with the hangover. The gesture was appreciated but regretted by both, as she told me it didn't help their headaches.
Sansa let's me in, looking a little tired but somehow still fresh and beautiful. Her hair is on top of her head, her blue shirt brings out her eyes and I see it's a Direwolves tee with Robb's number on it of course. It's tied in a knot on her hip and apparently those painted- on pants come in many colors and Sansa has a greyish color on today. Her feet are bare and I smile when I see her toenails match her fingers.
"Good morning." I greet her.
"Morning." She replies. "Oh my, you brought coffee, you're the best!" She pulls me inside.
"I thought we could start with a tour, you haven't had one yet." Sansa takes a sip and smiles over her cup at me.
"Sounds good to me."
Sansa mimics my dramatics from the tour I gave her of my own place, swinging round her kitchen into her living room. We then look at her office and bedroom. In addition to her artwork and other photos she had hung when she moved in, I can tell she's into decorating.
The entire place is light grey and white with hints of purple. It's cozy and homey throughout, photos of her with family and friends cover most walls and table tops.
"And here is my room of problems." She says opening the door to her spare room that she utilizes as a bedroom unlike me who made mine a gym. She'll have family stay. I never will.
The bedroom set is seemingly "together" but one real look and I can see it would crumble under any pressure.
"Sorry for the mess. I haven't gone through all my things yet, when they're in here it's out of sight out of mind." Sansa says looking at the tubs of her things on the floor.
"Don't apologize little bird, you haven't been here long."
"How does the furniture look? There's some screws and things in a bag in the nightstand too."
I heave out a sigh. "They rushed the bed and side tables for sure but the dresser seems fine. I'll take the instructions to mine and grab my tools."
"Here." She hands me the bag of "extra" pieces and the pamphlets that go with the set. "Thank you so much for this."
I grasp the hand that held the papers and press a kiss to her palm. "Happy to help. I'll be back soon."
Once I'm in the corridor leading to mine, I message Osha. I recognized the company name who fucked up Sansa's things and want to get the owner's name and number.
I'm back at Sansa's in half an hour, tools in hand and already having sorted her refund. The bloke who runs the company appreciated my honesty and admitted she wasn't the first to complain. He reassured me she would have a full refund by Monday.
Sansa is in the spare when I find her and I see some of her things have been moved out already. I told her I needed space and the boxes would have to go in her office or room.
"I just got an email apologizing for the issue and confirming I'll get my money back." She eyes me.
I rub my neck. I'm not used to checking with people before acting on my instincts. Shit. "Uh, yeah about that. I knew the guy, made a call. I should've talked to you first, I'm sorry."
Sansa stands up from her spot on the floor next to a storage tub of books and comes to stand in front of me. "Don't apologize silly." She lightly slaps my chest. "It's nice to have help, I was just about to thank you."
I bend down to meet her eager mouth. Sansa presses her lips against mine but breaks the kiss before I can use my tongue. Probably for the best, seeing as we're in a bedroom, it could've lead to me using my tongue in other ways. Ah shit, stop those thoughts you oaf, you're wearing sweats!
It only takes a couple of trips to move her unpacked belongings into her own bedroom. Every time I go in there I swear the temperature goes up by five degrees. Sansa's bed is as big as mine but has a lot more colorful pillows and blankets on it. Even though it looks like the cover of a home decor magazine, it is also welcoming and seems comfortable.
She gave me a quick tour of her walk in closet and I can't get the images of some of the dresses I saw and her open underwear drawer out of my mind. I can just imagine her sitting at the little table in between her closet and bedroom, it's got bright lights and a huge mirror, I'm sure she does her hair or make up or some shit there, straight out of the shower, looking as beautiful as ever and I just wish I could see it for myself
When the spare was almost empty, besides the items that needed fixing, I just picked up the mattress and moved it where I needed without a second thought. Sansa was looking at me with wide eyes when I was done. She said something about always being shocked at how strong I was but also ensuring I knew she wanted to help as much as possible.
We spend the next couple of hours taking apart the bed frame, fixing the mess they made and then making up the bed just how she wants it. We take a break for lunch when part one is complete, ordering yet another pizza. When the food is gone, Sansa asks if I'm alright to start on the nightstands on my own as she has something to prepare for both of us, and won't even hint at what it is.
Sansa joins me some time later and acts as my assistant for the final touches on the second table. No furniture is shaking and there's no extra pieces hidden in a drawer by early evening. It didn't take long for me to figure out what she was doing earlier, the amazing aroma from the kitchen wafted down the hallway in no time.
Once we've closed the door on our handiwork, Sansa finally asks what I hope is a rhetorical question.
"So you'll stay for dinner?" She peeks up at me.
"Of course I fucking will." I answer right away, my tone soft and warm despite the curse. "Although, I won't take this as a thank you meal, it's just dinner. I was happy to help you and I mean that, anytime."
Sansa stares at me for a few moments, before smiling softly and making her way into the kitchen.
"I hope you like stew, it was a staple in the north, especially when you have as many siblings as I do. I put my own twist on it and I use a crockpot because I swear it's a magic machine."
"I love most any food and if it tastes like the last meal you cooked me then I'm already enjoying it."
Sansa chuckles. "Good. Did you want to cut green beans or peel potatoes? If only I had a machine to do those for us, we could sit down and relax."
I make my way over to stand next to her and grab the potatoes. I begin peeling and she begins chopping, in our usual companionable silence.
"Next time you'll have to let me cook for you." I say.
"You can cook?" She jokes.
I gently poke her ribs with one of my elbows making her squirm and giggle.
"I'm just joking!" She exclaims. "Did your godfather teach you?" She asks.
And from there I take over her usual role of storyteller, all my fond or funny memories from cooking to camping with Raymond spill out of me without a second thought. By the time I'm done, the potatoes are boiling, the green beans are in water and we're sitting at her kitchen island listening to music while she asks me more questions and I do the same to her.
Sansa doesn't let me help after that though, she mashes our starch and sautées the green beans before adding a heaping portion, obviously mine more so, to both of our plates of delicious smelling stew. I somehow control my reaction, not wanting to repeat the lemon cookie incident but it's a close call.
"Well little bird, maybe I should take back my offer of cooking because yours is just so damn good."
Sansa pretends to curtsy while sitting. "I thank you kind sir. Most of the things my mother taught me were batch recipes so I had tweak them for one person and add a bit of of my own touch, it wasn't too hard."
We end the night on her couch, sipping wine after eating ice cream, not sure it's a classic choice but we enjoyed it nonetheless. It's well after midnight when Sansa yawns.
I squeeze her calves that are resting across my lap. "I should let you get to bed, you have a big day tomorrow with your sister coming."
"Don't remind me." Sansa says, covering her face. "I love her and I've missed her but it's going to be an interesting transition having Arya stay here and then live in the city. After I pick her up I'll message you to see when you can meet her?" She queries and I know again she's not pressuring me.
Surprisingly, I can't wait to meet the little fiery sibling of Sansa's. I feel lucky she wants to include in regards to her family that way.
"Aye, sounds good." I respond right away.
It feels as though we've been on a conveyor belt night after night, day after day, following one another to this damn door of hers. After things have settled with her sister and her book issues, I have decided to grow a pair and talk to her about how I'm feeling. And hopefully she feels the same.
Until then, I tide myself over with running my hands along her arms, grazing her palms and then grasping her waist, molding us together, chest to chest.
We pick up right where we left off earlier but this time I lick Sansa's bottom lip until she opens for me. Our tongues glide together and when I drag my teeth along that same lip we both react immediately. I reach down for her thighs and Sansa jumps up and wraps her legs around my waist.
I push her, roughly, against her door, keeping one hand on her ass and holding her face with the other. Sansa begins moving against my erection and I swear I her her whisper oh gods.
Kissing across her cheek and jaw, grazing my teeth on her earlobe before sucking gently on her neck almost pushes me over the edge. Sansa is panting and murmuring my name, erasing my resolve with her wandering hands.
When I feel my cockhead leak into my boxers I begin kissing my way back to her lips, the feel of the liquid bringing me back to the present.
"It gets harder to leave every time I see you." I say against her mouth.
"I'd say." She responds as she pushes down on my dick again.
I moan and lean my forehead on hers. "You'll be the death of me little bird."
"I'll stop then. We can't have that happening." She says, verging on serious.
I lower Sansa to the ground and down the length of my body, one last bit of torture for the road.
"Try to have fun tomorrow, I mean today." I tell her.
"I will and I'll message you later. Goodnight" She says with a hand caressing my ruined cheek, making my heart stop. I press another kiss to her palm and head home.
Sunday sucks.
I had gotten used to seeing Sansa everyday this week and knowing I wasn't going to today makes me extra grumpy.
If I don't go out I will go nuts in my flat. I decide to go for a run and then finish off some security plans at the office. That long meeting Friday had me behind a bit anyway.
Sansa and I have been messaging on and off all day. Arya's flight got in mid afternoon and the last I heard, both were safely back at Sansa's flat, cleaning up to go out for dinner.
It's well past dark when I finally get home myself. Sansa had sent me home last night with leftovers and I'm fucking starving. After devoring every bit of food she gave me and showering off my earlier work out, I lay down in an attempt to sleep.
Not likely.
My mind starts circling around how much my life has changed and in such a short period of time, simply from Sansa's presence. Without her around today, it became apparent how deep I'm in this already and I'm fucking terrified. It's all so new and different and I'm used to her being here already.
I somehow fall asleep a long while later but it's restless and I'm more exhausted come morning than I was the night before.
Sansa and Arya had a late night of catching up and talking to their family. I don't want to disturb her so early and instead wait to hear from her first. Meaning I check my phone way too fucking much as I try to get some work done.
Not long before lunch, Osha calls me to say there's a Miss Stark downstairs at reception. My mood skyrockets instantly and I tell her to send her up to my office.
When there's a knock on my half closed door I jump up to meet her.
"Well this is a nice sur-" I'm cut off by my own shock. The woman who enters my office is not Sansa. She's barely five foot, has short light pink hair and a decent tan.
"Sorry to disappoint you with the wrong Miss Stark. I'm Arya." She shoves her hand towards me.
What the hells am I in for with this family?
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Sophie's Bar and Grill is a great chain and even though their Covent Garden location has shut down, I have the best memories from that spot!