Sorry sorry sorry! I know this took a while, even though I started it when chapter 7 was published.
Life's been rough, still is, for the last week or so which makes writing hard.
And honestly, I'm still not happy with my witting for this chapter. But I had to stop editing or it'd never make it to you guys.
Don't get me wrong, I LOVE the interactions, memories, sweet times, serious times and especially the lemony times. This is probably my favorite chapter so far but the way I've portrayed it, I couldn't get it where I wanted.
Anyhoo, I just hope you all love it for the reasons I do and also for my writing. Definitely send advice and constructive criticism my way if you see fit though!
Thank you as always for the love and support, thinking of this fandom cheers me up, a lot.
Oh! Picture inspiration will my on my Tumblr
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PS this is another long ass motherfer, sorrynotsorry
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"So you're the little ninja?" I ask as I return her firm shake.
It's Arya's turn to look surprised before throwing her head back in laughter. "Is that what you've heard, huh?"
"You're small enough to be sneaky."
Her eyes narrow. "And you're big and hairy enough to be Hagrid." They all must like the series about the wizard boy.
I chuckle at her insult. "Thanks? Ouch? Not sure how to respond."
Arya sighs. "Then don't." A grin tugs at her mouth though. "Look, I came here to talk shop."
I lean back against my desk, crossing my arms. "With me?" I'm lost.
Arya rolls her eyes, exasperated. For some reason I'm warming to the little spitfire. "Duh. There's no point beating around the bush here. I'm totally using your dating my sister to pull strings."
"Man you're ballsy." I shake my head, grinning. She's nothing like my little bird. "You didn't want to wait and meet me with Sansa?"
"No, she would tackle me to the ground if I was asking favors of you. Gods forbid anyone unsettles whatever it is you two are doing." She scrunches up her nose.
Shit, Sansa really does talk about me, and it sounds like our, as Arya so eloquently put it, "whatever it is" means something to her. My mood is picking back up after the disappointment of the wrong Miss Stark incident.
"Aye, she does fret your sister. I wouldn't have minded. You barging into my office, well that's another story." I tease.
Arya studies me then. She looks me up and down, before staring at the right side of my face. For some odd reason I don't feel any anger or embarrassment. I'm sure Sansa has told Arya about my ruined cheek since her expression doesn't change at all, it's as if she's looking at non-melted skin.
"Well, you sure as hells are the opposite of her last boyfriend. So thank fuck for that." I try to interrupt her, to say something about not being Sansa's boyfriend but she continues before I can. "I mean I knew of you before she even met you." I quirk an eyebrow at that.
"Your boxing career. No matter how short lived it was you really made a name for yourself, Hound." She watches my face for a reaction. I only slightly flinch, her saying that name doesn't bother me as much as it usually does.
"I want to study and master every form of fighting there is. I've dabbled in boxing but no one truly knows what they're doing. That's why I'm here to ask you to train me." She states firmly.
"I don't train." I half growl at her.
"I'm aware. But I also know your main goal is to help people. It's mine as well. I take this seriously and would be happy to share what I've learnt so far, you'd be the first to hear it." She holds my stare.
I look at to the ground for a second. "And you're using your sister as well." I grumble at her.
Arya smiles proudly. "Yep! Whichever is your softest spot, and I can see my answer to that." Another roll of her eyes.
I always thought myself difficult to read until today. "Don't tell me things before your family and friends. Inform me of what they do know and give your fucking best in the ring. I won't take it easy on you."
Arya's cheeks must hurt from smiling. "Would be pissed off if you did."
"We'll have to meet before and after hours or somewhere else." I can't have the other patrons seeing my favoritism.
"Thought as much." Arya says.
We both sit then and she goes on to tell me as much of her travels, training and future plans as her family knows about too. Arya looked at a spot to lease this morning that will house her martial arts and self defense school.
"Well, shit. Sounds like you've got a solid plan there. You're in the right market at the moment as well."
"Thanks. And for your help."
"You're welcome. One request though."
"Shoot."
"Tell Sansa about this little meeting and what we've agreed to."
Arya groans. "Seriously?" I simply stare at her. "Fine! I should've expected that part."
I stand up and walk to my door, opening and holding it for her. "I'll get your number from Sansa, once she's aware of the situation."
"Fair enough." Arya extends her hand to me again.
"Good to meet you." I return the gesture.
"You too." Arya gets one step out my entryway before turning around. "You're good for her, you know." Before I can react, let alone respond, she's disappeared.
The rest of the day flies by, especially after an emergency security detail request comes in. Still not as exciting as my morning with the mini Stark though.
I get back to my office in time to knock off and see my phone has died. I haven't spoken to Sansa since my encounter with her sister. She was in a meeting and then mine popped up before she was finished. Cursing, I rush out the building, wanting to get home and speak to her.
When I exit the elevator onto our floor, I barely make it through the doors before Sansa is in front of me.
"You're alright." She rushes out.
I pull her to me immediately. "I am and I'm sorry. My phone died while I was in a meeting." I hold up the useless thing for her to see.
Sansa let's out a deep breath. "I thought you were upset about Arya ambushing you. And then I got worried something else happened and-"
I cradle her face. "Hey, hey." I interject. "I'm good. We're good."
Finally, she smiles. "Okay. Can you come over?"
Kissing the corner of her mouth and grabbing her hand to lead her home is my only answer.
Sansa closes the door behind us and pushes me towards her kitchen counter. She backs me up until my arse hits the edge and apparently that's exactly where she wants me, because she lets go of my hand and takes a step back, looking serious.
"Sandor, I am so sorry about Arya. That is just who she is, no boundaries and no filter. Easy to appreciate it sometimes, but on days like today." Sansa closes her eyes and rubs her temples as if willing away a headache. "I want to disown her. Please do not feel that you have to do anything extra for her, that you wouldn't for others, just because of me. Arya will be fine. I had no idea of her plan, I would've warned you and tried to stop her if I did."
Before Sansa can pull a muscle from her rambling and worrying, I grab her hands again and pull her between my open legs so we're pressed front to front.
"Little bird, stop your chirping." I say to her with the best smile I can offer. "It's true, your sister is something else, but I don't mind. She seems to have a real passion and I'm happy to help her. And yes, it is a bit because she's your sister. Anyone connected to you deserves special treatment." I trail my fingertips under jaw and into her hair.
"You'll tell me if she becomes too much or you get sick of training her?"
I bark out a laugh. "That ankle biter won't get the best of me." Sansa eyes me as if I'll eat my words one day. "I'll let you know if that changes." I compromise.
"Thank you." Sansa smiles, looking relieved. "Will you join us for dinner? Arya is cooking one of my favorites from home. My first hint she did something annoying was the smell of lemon chicken when I walked in the door." Sansa rolls her eyes.
I chuckle at the two sisters, fighting and bribing one another already. "Aye, I'd like that. Where is she?" I'm surprised she hasn't walked in and complained about our close proximity.
"She ran out of something and huffed and puffed all the way to the store." Sansa replies.
"Mmm, good." I murmur against her lips before kissing her slow and deep.
We're both lost in the kiss. Sansa is all I can see, hear, feel and taste. Our teeth knock together from eagerness, our tongues tangle, our breaths are growing harsher, to the point we don't hear the door opening and closing.
"Oh my gods, enough!" Arya yelps. "I'd say get a room, but sound carries. Can you just stop and let me cook?" She whines.
Sansa breaks our kiss and we both fall into a fit of laughter, still in our embrace. We finally give her sister space when she picks up a frying pan and heads our way.
The evening goes better than I ever could've imagined. Nothing is awkward, Arya opens up a bit more about her travels and even though Sansa and I only share a brief kiss before we hear the little fighter chanting "my eyes!" I still leave happy.
And that's the last time I feel anything positive for the rest of the week.
I wake-up Friday morning and rival the Beast from Beauty and the Beast with my foul mood. Sansa and I have both been run ragged and haven't even bumped into one another since Monday.
We message every chance we get and have spoken on the phone as well but it's not enough. At least our AGM went smoothly and Sansa is back on track for both of her new novels.
Tonight she's having a girls night with Marg and Arya because Gendry got a celebratory table at some club in Chelsea. Another evening I won't see her. I can't even be upset, well not more upset, because I'm truly happy she's going to enjoy herself.
I apparently had given in to Tormund and Bronn coming to my place this evening. I really don't even mind when it comes to Bronn and as for Tormund, him and Brianne were away on a long vacation and have only been back a couple of weeks. This is the longest the three of us haven't seen each other so I'm looking forward to spending time with the big, ginger fool.
Do I wish I was in a better mood for this get together? Hells yes, but I suppose it's better than being alone for yet another night. I might've gotten even grumpier if that's possible.
Just like the last time I hadn't seen Sansa for a while, everyone besides Osha and Bronn is avoiding me. Thank fuck. Those two are not phased at all by my bad attitude, I know they feel for me and wish they could help but I don't scare or even irritate them.
Bronn will spend most of his day in the gym training and he called me after lunch to say I didn't have to do anything for tonight, besides look pretty. I gave him a good curse for that. Tormund was bringing the beer and he was bringing the food.
I decide to leave early under the guise of getting ready for my boys night in, I couldn't even say it to Osha without rolling my eyes. As I sit in my apartment waiting for my two best friends to come over I decide to message Sansa.
Sandor: Have fun tonight.
Sansa : thanks. You too. What you are you guys getting up to?
Sandor: Beer, food, shit action film, male bonding
Sansa : I'm not sure I want to know what that bonding entails LOL!
Sandor: Me either...
Sandor: I miss you little bird
Fuck, did I really just say that? She's making me lose my mind. And I'm fucking loving it.
Sansa : ️ I miss you too. I hope we can see each other this weekend.
Sandor: Yes me too, we can talk tomorrow, make plans?
Sansa : Please! Time to start getting ready, I'm at Marg's and she's filling wine glasses already, talk soon!
I reread our messages until my door opens, giving me half of a heart attack. Why did I give the two of them keys? Emergencies and those "I've fallen and I can't get up" commercials haunting me, right.
Sighing, I get up off the couch and cross my flat to meet the two of them.
"Well hello gorgeous, I see you took my advice and got all dolled up for us." Bronn says with a clap to my back, winking at me.
"I'll throw you out the window." I growl. The man just laughs and heads to my kitchen with the food.
"You do look exceptionally pretty this evening." Tormund drawls to me in his Norwegian accent.
"Not you too." I groan. "I was just going to admit that I had missed your crazy ass."
The ginger throws his head back cackling. "I don't want to miss out on that, so I'll stop teasing you." He wraps his arms around my middle, he's taller than Bronn, but neither of them give me any competition in the height department. My own wrap around his shoulders in a tight embrace.
"Can't go this long without seeing each other again." I say to him.
He pulls back to look me in the face. "I agree." And then he kisses my cheek and skips into the kitchen.
"We can go longer!" I shout after him.
The three of us bring the food to the living room along with the beer and somehow eat it all. After we've cleaned up and settle down to watch some film Bronn wanted to see, I finally can't stop myself from dwelling on thoughts of Sansa.
Apparently I'm not alone in the sentiment, as Bronn takes out his phone and immediately his face lights up.
"Don't you love technology and social media? We get to see the girls' entire night from the comfort of San's couch." He says while patting the cushions of my sofa.
Love, hate, I don't know which way to feel about the inevitable pictures and videos we will see of their night out. I've been trying not to imagine how bloody amazing Sansa looks. I've never seen her dressed up for this sort of outing but, if our double date is any indication, then she's going to be looking worship-worthy.
Bronn moves from his lounging position at the end of my couch to squeeze in between me and Tormund.
"Now, let's watch the good stuff." He says while pausing the TV and holding up his phone for both of us to see.
Opening up Instagram, he starts watching Margaery's story. She has videos and pictures starting from before Sansa even made it to her's this afternoon.
No matter how much I try not to show too much emotion in front of my friends, I know my face is split in half with a wide grin. The photos of them getting ready are funny and cute and I wish I could've been there to see it.
They sing along to music, hairbrushes as microphones, they also eat dinner together and I'm sure Sansa won't be happy to see the one of her mid bite, even though she still looks deliriously beautiful.
The most recent post is from only a few minutes ago in the night club. The video starts with Margaery doing a scan of the room, I recognize the place, they use us for their bouncers. The club is seventy-five percent tables with bottle service and of course Gendry paid for at least two of them with their own waitresses.
When she turns the camera around to face her, and the group they're with, my heart stops. Sansa is standing next to her, with Arya on the opposite side, the two sisters seemingly lost in conversation even in the loud nightclub. What has me almost holding my chest is how fucking fantastic she looks.
Sansa's hair is long, silky straight and coming down to her mid back, she has on a tight black dress and, as always, the color does amazing things for her skin. She's wearing another pair of shoes to add to my fantasy list and the only disappointment is, I can't see her face.
That is the last bit of insight Marg has for us so I take out my phone, giving in and decide to watch Sansa's. She has up an assortment of snapshots, and seems like she somehow put up the same ones as Marg too. I can barely view these damn things let alone work them like that.
Sansa has some selfie's with her sister as well and that's when I finally see her face. I've never seen her with this type of make up on and, again she doesn't need any of it, but the way it changes her face, how it makes her eyes more intense and her lips plumper, has me wishing I was home alone right now.
This is why I was going to take a stand against bloody social media for the night and just watch it in the morning, because now I'm opening our messages and typing one to her when she's supposed to be having a girls night, celebrating her success.
Sandor: Having fun?
I half expect her to not reply or at the very least take a while. As always, Sansa shocks me and replies almost as soon as my message is sent.
Sansa : So far so good. I haven't been out like this in so long, I was starting to feel like a grandma! I'm glad we all decided to come. What about you and the boys?
Sandor: They're here, doubt we're enjoying ourselves as much as you are but I can't lie, it's good to see them, especially Tormund.
Sansa : I have written proof and I will use it against you if I must, in the future LOL!
Sansa : Do you want to see my outfit?
Well, that was a change in topic. I could be honest, tell her about watching the videos and that I already had a glimpse, but a picture of her, maybe even taken just for me? I'd be the biggest idiot in the fucking world to pass up on that.
Sandor: Aye little bird, I do.
I literally have to bite my tongue until it hurts to stop myself from making some sort of inappropriate noise in front of my friends. Who thankfully, are paying attention to the movie, at least for the moment.
Sansa looks to be in the bathroom or somewhere brightly lit. She's standing against the wall, one leg bent with the foot resting behind her. Of course she chose the leg with the slit up the side of the dress. This pose and angle is giving me the perfect view of a lot of milky thigh and I know my eyes roll back in my head for a second. The dress comes up high on her neck and even though it's seemingly modest, it's the sexiest thing I've ever seen.
I also get a good look at the make up she's wearing. The dark color around her eyes makes the blue almost blinding, especially since she's staring "innocently" at the camera. And all I want right now is to have the dark purple on her pouty lips all over my face, and maybe other places.
Sandor: Gods, little bird you look fucking amazing.
Sansa : I'm glad you like it.
Sandor: That's an understatement. But I should let you get back to your night.
We finish the movie and I pour us all a glass of the whiskey from Ned. Of course Tormund asks where I got it as he wants to buy a bottle. Once he hears who sent it to me, it's no surprise he is eager to hear more. And it all pours out of me, easily.
From the moment I met Sansa, up until this week of not seeing her and how fucking difficult it's been. Bronn knows almost all of what's already happened but he still listens intently and they both commiserate with missing someone as I am. It's the first normal conversation about women we three have been able to participate in together.
My story ends and then has Tormund inquiring about Bronn and Margaery. He's bouncing up and down in his seat, ready to share all the sordid details. Even though there aren't many. They have been on dates now and speak every day. Bronn again, tells both of us that this might be it for him. Tormund and I look at each other shocked, we never thought this day would come.
Tormund gives us the details about the trip he and Brienne had, as well as the plans for their fall wedding. He was dropped as a baby and picked me to be the best man. Of course Bronn still offered to plan the stag party. We both told him hells no. We didn't need to recreate "The Hangover."
The boys go into the kitchen for another round but I pass and stay on the sofa. I'm surprised when my phone vibrates, I know it has to be Sansa but I didn't think I'd hear from her again.
Sansa : Sandor what's wrong with me
Sansa :?
My stomach tries to fall out of my ass when I read her message. What is she going on about? Why would she say that? How the fuck do I respond? I don't have to, not for now at least, as she messages me again before I can gather my thoughts.
Sansa : We hang out, we go on dates but that's it. We haven't talked about this thing between us.
Sansa : Ooh and we kiss, a lot. But you won't go past first base either. It's a total bummer.
Sansa : Gods is it because I'm a bad kisser? How do you know if you suck at it?
Sansa : You are definitely a good kisser. Like I think about kissing you, all the time. I even forget to write sometimes.
Sansa : Shit. Did I just send that? I wonder if you can delete sent messages. Or maybe you haven't read it yet.
Sansa : Two blue ticks. Shit, you've read it.
I don't mean to smile but these are fueled by liquid courage, plus, I'm an ass and it feels good to know she wants this between us to be more.
Sandor: Little bird can I come to you?
Her response takes longer than usual to come through, my own must've thrown her off guard.
Sansa : Yes. We're at Dragonstone in Chelsea.
I knew that of course but don't say so, I simply tell Sansa I'll see her soon. Thankfully, when I look up from my phone Tormund is stretching.
"Alright lover boys, I'm going home to my blonde goddess. Thanks for tonight." He walks over to the door, slipping on his boots and jacket.
"Let's do this again soon." Bronn says seriously.
Tormund's face lights up. "And we can invite our women next time, yes? I want to meet the ones who have stolen your hearts. They must be magicians or you're making them up." He jokes.
When I reach my two best friends, the ginger grabs Bronn and me around our waists, and pulls us to either side of him. He explains we have made a Tormund sandwich with this weird group hug.
"Alright, alright get your hands off and go put them on your fiancé." I tell him teasingly as he opens the door.
"Oh I plan to." He winks and leaves, closing my door behind him.
Bronn and I turn to each other as if we synchronized it and speak at the exact same moment.
"We're going to the club." I tell him.
"Let's go meet the girls." He says.
"What?" I ask him?
Bronn looks at me, eyes glinting. "You tell me what you're talking about." I roll my eyes. I know he won't let this go.
"Sansa messaged me and I told her I'd meet her at Dragonstone. Now, you." I poke him in the chest.
Bronn's face is already looking as if he's too pleased with himself. "This is new and strange, us being on the same page about chicks but I fucking love it!" He cheers. "Marg messaged me earlier today telling me her gran is out of town for a few days at some old lady spa." He waggles his eyebrows.
"I finally got the go ahead to spend the night when she asked me to meet at the club and then come home with her." He hadn't even finished his story before hopping on one foot at a time, shoving the opposite into his shoes. "What are you waiting for you big oaf?! Get your shit, let's go." He demands.
Thank fuck it takes a hells of a lot of planning and alcohol to get me even tipsy, meaning I'm safe to drive. We're downstairs in my wagon in record time and pulling up to Dragonstone in mere minutes.
I toss my keys to the valet with a quick thanks, meanwhile our guys at the door already recognize my car. They're waving us over, smiling and telling us it's good to see both of the bosses having fun.
I've never really been a club goer, maybe starting my career as a bouncer ruined the allure for me. However, this is one of the nicest places I've ever been to. I know they're on the up and up too because we do background checks on all of our clients. You're not paying me with dirty fucking money. It's clean, always up to code and since it's in Chelsea, it's bloody fancy too.
It wouldn't take me long to find Sansa in the large room, no matter how vast and crowded it is. Even though the majority of the space is tables that are partitioned off around the edge of the dance floor, it's still like a mosh pit everywhere else. As soon as we pass the coat check and enter the main bar area it's as if I'm tethered to Sansa, I turn my head and spot her immediately
I tug Bronn in the direction of the girls and take off without seeing if he's keeping up. Margaery notices us first, she moves to stand at the railing around their table and smiles bradly at my best friend.
Sansa is still seated on the couch behind Marg, it looks as if everyone else has dispersed, leaving the two of them alone at this table. Sansa was checking her phone and slips it back into her bag as I walk up the stairs towards her.
Bronn marches straight to Margaery and they begin talking and dancing. Sansa finally looks up and her face morphs, a soft smile tugs at her mouth, her eyes brighten and then she's standing, wetting her lips.
I only stop once we're chest to chest and lean down to speak against her ear. Her chest is rising and falling quickly.
"Hi little bird."
"Hi." She bites her lip, looking up at me.
I hold her hands and take a step back, obviously checking her out.
"How is it possible for you look even more beautiful in person?"
Sansa just laughs in response and closes the distance between us again.
"Did you want to go or stay longer?" I ask her.
"Let's go." She answers immediately.
I keep one of her hands tight in my own and lead us over to our loved-up friends.
"We're leaving. Are you two?" I shout to Bronn once we're next to them.
"Hells yes." He mouths back, looking like he'll explode from glee.
Rolling my eyes I nod and turn to Sansa.
"I need to tell Arya." She tells me.
"She's still here? Where?" I scan our immediate area.
Sansa points to the table next to the one she was at. And low and behold, her little sister is in Sansa's boss's lap. Gendry is whispering in Arya's ear and she is bloody beaming. Well, damn.
I tell Bronn to wait a minute and we walk over to interrupt the practical make-out session. Sansa never lets go of me as she taps Arya on the shoulder, half yelling that we're going home. Her sister eyes me up again and simply raises an eyebrow as a greeting. I return the warm hello. Apparently she's staying, so the sisters wave to one another and then I lead us back into the crowd.
There's too many fucking people in here, it's setting my teeth on edge. I pull Sansa in front of me now, moving my hands to her hips, keeping her close and weaving us to the door.
We stop and start several times and it's torture. Bloody fantastic torture. Sansa pushes back against my front to avoid people, to wait while others shove past and she even sways her hips a couple of times, if we pause during a good song. It must take us over ten minutes to reach the exit but it isn't enough. I'm panting, and not from the walk, by the time we make it outside.
Sansa squeezes my hand before letting go and linking arms with Margaery while we wait for the valet. Bronn and I both go to open the back door for them. I end up giving him the chivalrous glory.
They sing, giggle and try to tell us about their evening, mostly about the shocking pairing of Arya and Gendry. They don't get far, their tipsyness getting the better of them
I felt instant relief and happiness, along with my surprise, when I saw the odd couple. Sansa never made it seem as if there was more between her and the Baratheon boy, but it's still hard to believe and I'm glad his hands are full now.
We help the girls to the lift, they're not drunk but close enough and probably tired as well, they just need a little support. Bronn keeps his arm around Marg's waist when the elevator opens on her floor. There's a lot of laughs, air kisses and hugs before the doors close.
The loss of her friend seems to have drained Sansa even more and she leans heavily on my side. When we reach second and she doesn't move, I decide to pick her up as I did last week. Sansa only hums an appreciative sound when her feet leave the ground.
I feel her digging around for her keys before we reach her door and she has them ready for me when we do. She still hasn't lifted her head from my chest though. I stride straight to her bedroom, flicking on a couple of lights on the way.
I place Sansa gently on her pillows and somehow work my giant fingers to carefully remove her shoes. I cover her with the fuzzy blanket draped at the foot of her bed, not wanting to disturb her, she hasn't opened her eyes since we were in the living room.
Padding quietly back to the kitchen, I pour her a glass of water and place it next to the ibuprofen I found in her en suite. I make sure to leave on the bathroom light, even though I doubt she'll take a trip to Europe, as well as the hallway one.
And then I stare at her like a creep. Not for long at least. I've never seen her sleep before and somehow she's more stunning. To see her so peaceful, no worries creasing her brow or pulling down her plump lips, the sight makes me happy.
Now what?
I know she isn't that drunk, but it still doesn't feel right to leave. So I don't. Instead, I remove my shoes and jacket, empty my pockets and lay down on her couch. Which, thankfully is comfortable. At first I'm unsure if I'll be able to sleep, with Sansa so close and not knowing I'm here, but the soft blanket and cushions have me drifting off quickly.
When I open my eyes again, the sun is shining but not brightly, it's still early, I can make my escape! Well, I thought I could. That is until I realize the reason I woke-up was because of a noise and not my alarm, but a door closing.
I shouldn't have even thought about running out of here without speaking to Sansa about sleeping over, at the very least. We obviously have an elephant in the room we need to discuss.
I rub my eyes as I sit up and stretch. When I look towards the doorway leading to the hall, Sansa is leaning against the wall, and you'd never think she had been out until after one in the morning.
The only evidence of her girls night is the black dress she still has on. Her face has been washed of any make-up and only her eyes look a little tired. She's even brushed her hair and piled it on top of her head.
"Good morning." She says when our eyes meet.
"Morning."
"You stayed." It's not a question.
I clear my throat. "Uh, yeah, I did. In case you needed anything I thought it best." I rub the back of my neck, feeling like that vampire guy who sparkled and watched a girl sleep.
Sansa gives me a really bloody happy smile. "Thank you Sandor. I'm glad you're here." She starts walking towards me.
"You are?" My heart finally stops racing in concern that she would think I'm a freak.
"Yes." Sansa sits down next to me but keeps a gap between us that I hate. "You got my messages last night?" She's avoiding my gaze and her cheeks are red.
Ah, she wants to dive right in. Good.
"I did. That's why I came to you."
Sansa nods and doesn't say a word for several seconds. "Do you want to talk about what I said or forget I ever sent them?" I can hear the apprehension in her voice.
I don't move closer but I do lift her chin with my fingertips, grey orbs meeting blue. "I really want to talk about them little bird."
Her shoulders relax at my words. "Okay, good, me too."
"Can I start?" I surprise myself with the request but I know I need to get this out before I'm too chicken shit.
Sansa looks shocked as well but reigns in her reaction quickly and nods. I let go of her face and hold both of her hands in my own.
"I'm no bloody good at any of this. Talking, let alone feelings, and I've never even dated before so I'm in brand new territory here." I admit. Sansa is watching my face and her own holds not an ounce of judgement.
I am as honest with Sansa as possible, without including too many unnecessary details. My past history with women is short and even though I want to know if there was anyone else before or after that blonde cunt, I don't need a play by play. I've never been jealous before and feeling that way over her past seems stupid, but I can't help it.
I've only ever spent time with one other woman. It happened not long after I finished high school. I was doing business courses at one of the local universities and also got my first job as a bouncer. The place was always full of regulars, as well as my fellow college aged students.
One of the almost daily visitors was a woman named Meera. She was a few years my senior and from my first night was surprisingly kind to me. She always said hello, gave me insight on some of the regulars who were terrible at holding their liquor or just liked a reason to fight. Meera would even chat to me during the quiet times and bring me drinks when I was too busy to leave my post.
I honestly thought nothing of it, I had experienced random bouts of nice people throughout my life and because she started off on the right foot with me, she also never saw my asshole side. Well, not to her at least, just to the patrons that got kicked out.
It began the night after I passed my probation. My first three months at the bar had flown by and I felt proud and accomplished to have secured a real job. They worked around my class and exam schedules and the money was great. The manager surprised me that same evening by telling me to knock off a couple of hours early to have some fun for once.
I didn't really drink and no matter my age it's never been easy for me to get drunk so I guess everyone thought I was a loser. It also could've been my lack of friends. If you ever saw me out in the town center, I was with my godfather. And I wouldn't change that for the world. Raymond and I have the best memories and never once did we not have fun together.
When they finally pried me from the door, two hours after I should've finished for the night, I was shoved to the bar and given a pint of my favorite lager and three shots. I had been studying all day and fell asleep before I could eat anything, so I actually did feel the slightest buzz to my brain, for a while.
When Meera sat next to me, her thigh resting along length of mine, leaning in to talk directly talk against my ear lobe and even putting her hand on my knee I thought that I must completely shitfaced and just not know how it feels. I had never even kissed a female at that point nor had I been flirted with.
Meera however, enjoyed life and men. I have never use the word slut and I never would, and she honestly wasn't one. She was tapped into her sexuality and enjoyed herself. Why the hells not? Life's too short.
She didn't mince her words or sugarcoat anything, ever, so after a while of celebrating, when we were left alone at the end of the bar, she just came out with it and told me she knew I was a virgin and that I shouldn't be.
Meera said I might look scary on the outside, and not because of my scars, but my height and the fact that I never smile. She went on to say I was handsome, regardless of what had happened to me as a child, and that she had liked me from the minute she met me. She could tell I was a good man, apparently.
I distinctly remember my throat getting thick with emotion at her words. Sometimes, even to this day, I'm terrified that I'll turn out like my father or my brother who were the farthest things from good men.
Meera then proceeded to slide off of her stool and pulled me behind her, announcing to me that we were going to her place for the night.
Obviously, everything that happened behind closed doors that night blew my fucking teenage mind and I did whatever I could to make sure it didn't end. Even after only sleeping together once, I knew she wasn't lying when Meera told me I was a fast learner and it was one of the best nights she ever had.
We continued our "friends with benefits", as she called it, for several months. I never pushed or questioned it, besides checking with her that we were exclusive. Since it was my first, anything with a woman I wasn't comfortable sharing, and I'm still not. Kudos to those who can do it, but I'm a selfish and jealous bastard
Meera reassured me that our "relationship" was simply between the two of us and she didn't have the energy to deal with more than one sexual partner at a time. Even though it was almost all about the sex, she still continued to visit the bar for herself but to also keep me company and we maintained our sort of friendship we had become used to.
Sometimes I stayed the night at hers and we would talk into the early hours of the morning. We even began going for breakfast and lunch, or Meera would invite me to hang out with her friends if I had a rare night off. It was several months later when all of that gave me a false sense of confidence and I ruined it.
I had realized pretty quickly that I was going to be a relationship man. I hadn't really had friends growing up, not until Bronn, who at this point I hadn't met yet. And I only had my godfather as my chosen family. All the horrors I had suffered didn't get the best of me and I still yearned for the unknown of what it was like to have that someone all to yourself.
Raymond was also still a long-term bachelor so other than TV and movies I had no idea what my relationship with Meera truly was. We had chemistry, we got along, we held up conversations, we went out and we had sex. My naïve brain thought that was it, it had to be enough of a foundation to give a relationship a try.
One night after our usual romp, I said something less eloquent than all of that and, a lot shorter too, to Meera, hoping she would agree. I was very wrong.
She was as kind as anyone can be in that situation, but she let me down nevertheless. Meera explained that she would probably never be ready for a relationship, she was beyond happy with her life at the moment and didn't want that to change. It was the typical, it's not you it's me, but she was telling the truth, I knew her well enough by then.
There was some unspoken agreement after that and we stopped our little affair. She also had a rapidly approaching vacation. There was my silver lining. Relief that I wouldn't have to see her for at least six months. She was taking a backpack, all her money and seeing how far around the world she could get. See, I was blind about the whole thing.
I immersed myself even more so in my studies and took on extra shifts whenever I could. That's why I graduated early and was able to start a business so young. I heard through the gossip mill one day, that Meera wasn't coming back anytime soon, apparently six months gallivanting across the globe wasn't going to be enough.
On or about her would've been return date, I finally gave in and tried to see if I would ever get laid again in my life. I chose one of the other regular girls from the bar who treated me like a human and talked to her. Lisa was as nice as she usually was to me every other night and seemed more than eager to come back to mine. Thankfully, Raymond was on some retreat.
We repeated that evening a couple times over before my self-imposed celibacy kicked in. A few weeks later, when we were laying in bed before I got up to go home, she said something that I almost didn't catch but I'll always be glad I pressed her on it.
Lisa had just finished a cigarette, she was so fucking cliché I don't know why I ever chose her, and she stretched while commenting on how she couldn't wait to thank Meera when she finally came back home. I made her repeat what she said and stared at her, maybe even a bit scarily, until she broke like a dam and told me everything.
Meera had always said that I wasn't as mean as I looked and ensured people were respectful, if not kind to me. That part I appreciated, it was the rest that made me feel sick to my stomach.
Before she had flown out on the first leg of her worldwide adventure, Meera told her closest friends (all twelve of them) that if they wanted a good lay to pursue me or take me up on the offer, if I ever grew enough confidence to present it myself.
The color drained from her face and she looked as if she felt like shit for pretty much helping make me into the town bicycle. It didn't make me feel better but I'm still glad she might've felt some remorse. I stormed out of her home and never spoke to her again.
I did put on the act of taking one of the other girls home but before we even left the bar I asked if Meera had any help in her decision to allow the night to progress, and she sheepishly nodded her head and apologized. She then begged me to still go through with it.
I knew if I did, that it would never stop. I already had a reputation I didn't want and I had only slept with two people, ever, in my life. I would simply go through all of the females around, if I continued, like some piece of shit that I didn't want to be. Since then, it's just been me and my hand.
"We get along, but we're lonely." I attempt to end on a lighter note, making a joke.
Sansa's face has gone through many emotions during my little tale, from shock, to sadness and now I can see she's filled with anger.
"It's really too bad for them that I know where you grew up because I feel an impromptu trip north coming about. Arya would be in tow by the way." The serious look on her face and the frustration in her tone tell me this might not be an empty threat.
"Little bird, it was long ago. And if it helped me get here, sitting on this couch with you, I don't regret a second of any of it."
She loses little of her wolf ferocity at that.
"Look Sansa, I've wanted to have this conversation with you for a while. But you know now that I was just out of my depth." She has completely softened now, squeezing my hands and looking at me with total understanding.
"I never wanted you to think this was merely physical. Don't get me wrong, that's been on my mind a whole hells of a lot since the first time we kissed, but in no way is that all I want." I tell her firmly, holding her gaze and ensuring she knows I mean every word.
Sansa bites her lip as though holding back a large smile and nods.
"You are one of a kind. I have never wanted to spend time with anyone as much as I do with you, not even my closest friends. Your strength, your unfailing kindness and your endless warm heart, those are things I'm not used to but you have me addicted in a very short period of time." I say with a grin tugging at my own lips now.
"I want more than anything in the fucking world to see where this can go between us and I'm in, one hundred and ten percent." I try to sound gentle yet serious next, I know this is important.
"I promise you, I will never hurt you. I might be grumpy and get too caught up in my negative emotions but I know that you can help me pull my head out of my ass." We both chuckle at that.
"I'll always respect you, listen to you and I just want to keep spending time with you and making memories that I've never made before. I might need you to put me in my place with the whole relationship thing because I'll get it wrong but I will learn from my mistakes, I just might need help."
Sansa looks like she's almost vibrating. "I really want to throw myself at you right now." She says with a smirk. "But I think we would get distracted and I haven't even said anything yet."
"Aye little bird, I sure as fuck would be more distracted than I already am, as I always am when I'm with you."
Sansa seems to be breathing a bit more heavily and is still fidgeting but stays put. "I've never wanted to help anyone more than I want to help you navigate this newness we have. As long as you'll help me as well?" She asks.
"Doubt you'll need it but if so, of bloody course." I meant what I said, I'm in this for the long run.
"I'm not perfect Sandor. And I don't have much relationship experience either. Plus, what I do have, well, it sucks." Sansa shakes her head looking sad but sits tall and strong.
"I haven't been with anyone since Joff." She looks at me deadpan.
I try not to react but I feel my eyes widen as I nod slowly in acknowledgement.
Sansa goes on to tell me about her past. She dated another boy in high school before Joffrey and said it was your typical first relationship. They were more infatuated with each other versus loving one another. Sansa explains he is a kind boy but very vanilla, this Harry she speaks of. They're still in contact on Facebook and she's happy to see him doing well and he tells her the same.
Sansa is honest and admits to me that she's glad he was her first because she's not sure anyone could ever come back from such a negative first and only sexual experience, if Joff had been it for her.
Harry and her were a couple in high school and dated for about six months. One night a simple conversation ended up with them agreeing to go their separate ways.
"And after Joffrey, I went through a lot of emotions about the future and love. I was angry first and swore off of men, I vowed to be alone forever." Sansa rolls her eyes and laughs at herself. "That was never going to happen though. You don't grow up with my parents as your example of marriage and not want it at least a bit."
"All my siblings are different. Jon will give up his top priority spot of work for love one day but he's so good at what he does, I understand why he's pushing forward. Rob had to get his wild side out in his twenties, but now he's completely in love and committed to Talisa. The boys are too young but they're good kids. And Arya, who knows? I doubt if she's even aware of what she wants." Sansa smiles and shakes her head.
"Meanwhile, I have been and always will be proud to believe in love. I was that little girl who loved love, I wanted to find someone as good as my father and make my own life with them. Even as a kid though, I pushed myself with my writing, practicing, entering competitions, it's always taken precedent in my life. I wanted my own accomplishments as well." She looks determined simply talking about her passion.
"I know life isn't sunshine and fairytales all the time. How could I grown-up with Shireen and Jon, seeing how they've suffered and how it's affected their lives and not realize that? I still do believe we all have our own light at the end of the tunnel, something good and wonderful waiting for us. But Joff put out that flame for me for a while." Sansa's eyes begin to turn glassy.
"And I hated him for it and I hated myself too. How could I let someone so worthless change who I am? I had to sit in those feelings though. I'm not an angry or negative person but I had to get it out of my system." My heart is hurting for her.
"Unfortunately, after the hate and anger came the sadness and the worry. What if it wasn't in the cards for me, a great love? I had escaped with my life and I know to this day how lucky I am so what if that was it?" Sansa closes her eyes for a few moments and takes a deep breath.
"I also worried that my love was out there and even worse, I wouldn't see it. Maybe I built my walls too high. Could I walk right into them and somehow ruin it or miss the opportunity?" A small smile tugs at her lips as she looks at me fondly, reminiscing on the first night we met.
"So, I understand completely Sandor. This conversation was hard for me to bring up as well. I thought you might only want something physical and even though I really really want that between us, I also don't want it to be the only part of our relationship that we explore."
"I have been wracking my brain wondering if I could do that, be "neighbors with benefits." We both chuckle.
"I decided I could, because at least I would get some part of you, but I have to say, this is going a lot better than I had hoped."
Sansa moves then to stand in between my open legs resting her hands on either side of my face.
"You are a good man and you've made me feel happier and safer than I ever thought possible. I'll put you in your place only because I know you can do the same for me and we will be learning together. I've never had a normal and healthy adult relationship, but I can't wait for what's to come." And then she leans in and kisses me.
I pull away after a moment so I can look into her eyes as I speak. "Thank you for being honest with me, I'm glad you trust me, because you can, with anything."
"And I want to thank you for last night." Sansa looks at me with a very confused expression.
"For what?" She asks.
I grab both her hips, pulling her towards me and she gets the hint. Sansa straddles my lap, her legs on either side of me.
"For having that extra drink or shot. We needed a little fuel, a push to get us here."
Sansa turns pink in the cheeks but bursts out laughing. "It was a gin and tonic." She tells me.
I can't help my shit eating grin. "Well, I have a new favorite drink."
I initiate our kiss this time, pressing my lips firmly to hers. Sansa sucks in a quick, sharp breath before tangling her hands in my hair and dragging her teeth across my bottom lip. I pull her body down harder and closer on top of my crotch as my tongue licks into her mouth, tangling with hers immediately.
Sansa's already short dress had no hope of staying anywhere near a respectable level once she was straddling me. The more we kiss, the more she moves over my tented jeans and, at this point, the dress is up around her hips. I slide both my hands slowly up her thighs, following her silky skin up to her round ass.
I groan against her lips when there's no panties in my way, not until her lower back and I almost ask her to stand up so I can see how Sansa Stark looks in a thong.
That would entail taking my hands off of her body, so instead I squeeze her supple cheeks while flexing my hips up to meet her own. Sansa breaks our kiss throwing her head back moaning and I take the opportunity to start sucking and kissing her jaw and ear.
I'm about to pull down the neck of her dress to uncover the skin there and give it attention when my phone rings. I don't usually answer weekend calls so I continue the journey to move the black dress out of my way. Sansa pauses her gyrating for a beat but moves again when I don't let the annoying sound stop me.
As I'm licking up the hollow of her throat my stupid fucking cell goes off again. I growl in frustration but still don't stop what I'm doing. If they really need me, they'll know how to find me. It's rare we have emergencies after hours that can't be handled without my input.
"You can answer that. I won't forget where we left off." Sansa jokes, her voice thick.
"No way in hells." I say against her skin.
And then there's a knock at the door. I rest my forehead on her chest and sigh. "Guess I really was needed." I mumble.
Sansa laughs but looks disappointed as she detangles herself from me, fixing her dress before opening the door.
"Well good morning." Bronn drawls. He then takes her in, from head to toe. "Sorry to interrupt." He says, looking between us and winking.
"Why the fuck are you here?" I bark at him, fully frustrated now.
"Wow, so glad you're my best friend, you sweet, gentle man, you." He says holding his heart. "I really am sorry but I need my stuff and it's in your place."
"Use your key. You don't usually have a problem doing so without asking."
"I would if I had it. We ran out of yours so fast last night I only took my phone and shoes."
Sansa is taking in our back-and-forth and covers her mouth stifling a giggle.
"Fuck. Fine. Let's go." I get off the couch and grab my things before heading over to Sansa.
I pull her flush against me." Let's get you fed. I'll clean up, grab some food and be back in a bit?"
Sansa just stares at my face smiling for a second before responding. "Sounds good but I'll meet you at yours." She stands on her tippy toes to speak so only I hear. "I don't know when Arya will be home and I want to avoid any more interruptions." She whispers against my ear making me shiver.
"The sooner you leave the sooner you can get back to playing Scrabble or whatever it is you two were doing." Bronn pipes in and he is standing way too bloody close now.
I shove him towards the door and turn back giving Sansa one more kiss, this one full of promise.
"An hour, just give me an hour."
She bites her bottom lip, her bright smile still splitting her face in half, and nods.
"Mate look-" Bronn begins in the hall.
I hold up a hand cutting him off. "Don't apologize, it's fine." I reassure him, and mean it, somehow.
"How was your night?" I change the subject as we enter my flat.
"Bloody fantastic." He sighs and smiles. "We talked for hours, Marg wanted to sober up, and then we fell asleep."
"Very unlike you." I tease.
Bronn laughs. "Right! Anyway, we just woke-up and she asked to spend the day with me. I'm going to go home and come back as soon as fucking possible." The man is bouncing in place with excitement.
"Well, enjoy, I know you really like her."
"Thanks mate. What about you?" Bronn is chomping at the bit for details.
"I slept on the couch. The girls were a little worse for wear last night, just glad they had fun." I shrug.
Bronn pulls me down to wrap an arm around my neck. "Looks like it's afternoon delights for us San."
I bark out a laugh and embrace him quickly before showing him to the door. "I'll talk to you later."
"Bye bestie!" He tells me before prancing to the lift.
Even though I'm starving, my stomach rolls with nerves. Today could be huge for me and Sansa. Well, it already has been but physically I think things will change for us.
And I'm shitting myself.
I make sure to get extra clean, close shaven and dress comfortably. We could kiss all day and bloody night and I won't complain. I'll be in some pain, but still lucky as fuck. Hopefully I have put on real clothes and not pajamas, because I blindly fumble around in my drawers for whatever I can grab first.
Opting for greasy fast food is the best option for a hangover plus, it's time friendly and I need to get back to Sansa quickly.
I've only just returned and plated breakfast when she knocks at my door. My heart races on the short journey to let Sansa in.
"Hey." She greets me.
"Little bird." I breathe.
Ripped jeans and a short blue top look as good on Sansa as that devilish black dress.
"Something smells good." She says on her way past me into the kitchen.
We settle down on the couch and start inhaling food and drinking water as if we've been in the Sahara. Sansa looks a lot better than me, being young really cuts a hangover in half. And I wasn't even drunk.
I'm not usually a gossip but there's one thought I can't get out of my mind. "I have to ask." I start, grabbing Sansa's attention away from her meal. "How the hells did your sister end up with your boss?"
Sansa buries her face in her hands, making a groaning sound at the back of her throat. "That wasn't made up in my gin soaked thoughts, was it?" She asks, already knowing the answer.
"I honestly have no idea. If you had asked me yesterday for two people who I thought had no chance of ever getting together it would've been them!" She looks as awkward as this must feel the morning after.
"It was instant though. The three of us arrived at the table and they just stared at each other. Gendry was by our side or Arya kept slipping over to him for hours and then bam, they're necking." Sansa scrunches her nose up.
I laugh at her reaction. "Might calm her? It's just better done behind closed doors."
"Exactly! But it will be interesting to see where this goes."
When we're finished eating I follow Sansa to the kitchen, my blood pumping so fast I can hear it in my ears. She turns to me to snake her arms around my neck and I lift her onto the counter, moving my hands to cradle her face when she's seated.
"Hi." Sansa smiles up at me as she wraps her legs around my waist.
"Hi." I murmur against her lips a breath before kissing her full mouth.
We stay wrapped around each other for a while, our kisses turning heated, our breathing becoming more labored, until Sansa pulls away enough to speak.
"Bed." She says and then licks along my bottom lip.
I've never moved as fast as I do in that moment. I lift her off the island, my large hands firmly under her ass, taking long strides all the way to my room. Sansa sucks in a breath and then giggles at my eagerness.
My heart is in my throat when my shins hit the foot of the bed. I place Sansa down gently and she moves back to lay on my pillows, looking like heavens on earth.
I must stare at her for a second too long because Sansa begins to sit up. "Are you alright?" She asks.
It takes me a few blinks and a literal shake of my head to pull my mind back to the present. "Yes little bird. I just can't fucking believe you're in my bed."
Sansa looks pleased at my admission and rises on her knees to crawl to me. When we're chest to chest, she reaches for the hem of my tee, pulling it up and over my head.
"Holy shit." Sansa all but whispers as she takes in my chest and torso. "You're beautiful." She tells me, her compliment totally honest.
Before I can react to her words, Sansa is running her hands over my pecs, dragging her fingertips through the hair there, making me groan. I hold her hips tightly, willing myself to allow her to explore my body, no matter how new and scary it feels.
Sansa presses her lips above my heart and then starts a trail of wet, open mouthed kisses, licks and nips across the expanse of my chest. When she reaches my base of my throat Sansa continues her assault north until I can finally slip my tongue into her mouth.
I glide my hands to her sides, slowly taking her shirt with me until it's over her heading, landing somewhere on my bedroom floor.
"Fuck." Thats the only word I can manage when I get my first glimpse of Sansa, sans shirt.
She's wearing a navy lace bra and I immediately lean her back in my arms to softly trail my lips up from between her breasts to her sternum. I can feel her breathing escalate under my touch.
"How are you real?" I whisper against her ear before claiming her mouth and laying her back down.
Sansa's hands tangle in my hair and my own reach for the button and zipper of her jeans, opening them both and pulling the cloth off of her legs.
Sitting back on my heels I soak in every inch of her milky skin, her matching, barely there, panties making my mouth water.
Sansa reaches for my sweats, tugging them past my hips and I kick them off the rest of the way. My cock is achingly hard already and I don't need to look down to know he's standing tall and thick, even while hidden by my boxers.
"Gods." Sansa says almost to herself.
When I manage to drag my eyes away from her thighs, I see blue orbs are as wide as her mouth.
"Little bird?"
Sansa's head snaps up to meet my gaze. "You're big."
I can't help but chuckle at her. "Aye." I reach for her hands, lacing our fingers together. "We don't have to do anything."
She somehow looks more shocked at that. "No, I want to. It's just, been a while and it's never been like this."
"I know, it's the same for me." I tell her gently.
Sansa pulls me down on top of her and I can barely contain my weight on my forearms when my shaft touches the heat and dampness of the space between her legs.
Our mouths crash together, sucking the air out of each other's lungs. Sansa brings her legs around my waist and I break the kiss, groaning before showing attention to her neck. After leaving a small mark on her collarbone I reach around her back to undo her bra.
Without removing the material away from her chest, I kiss every inch of exposed skin above, just below or around her beautiful breasts until Sansa is writhing beneath me. Finally, I toss the fabric away and sit back to look at her supple mounds, tipped with tight, dusty rose colored nipples.
I'm not sure I'm even breathing when I lean down and suckle softly on her right peak while cupping the other with my hand and rub her pebbled flesh with my thumb.
"Ohhh." Sansa moans. Her writhing has now turned into purposeful upwards thrusts of her pelvis into mine.
Licking a trail from one breast to the other, I suck on her left now, as my dick throbs and leaks with arousal. The wetness of my pre-cum brings me down off my Sansa high, as I realize something bloody awful.
"Sansa." I pant, looking back to her flushed face. Her eyes open, black pupils blown so wide the blue is almost non-existent. "I don't have any protection." I tell her now, disappointedly, before we go too far and I can't stop. I hadn't been planning for this to happen, wanting and bloody wishing for it, but not expecting it. Idiot!
It takes a second for my words to register but when they do she just smiles shyly, (despite the situation) at me. "I'm on the pill. And I'm clean. I've always used a condom."
"So have I." I feel the need to be honest with her.
"We can keep going then. If you're comfortable with it."
I'm the one shocked now. "You'd let me inside of you, raw?" How can someone so pure and beautiful want me that way?
Sansa furrows her brow but answers instantly. "Of course. I trust you and I want you. All of you."
She's barely finished speaking and I'm on her, my lust taking over even more so now. Sansa hums happily and kisses me back passionately. I begin working off her panties as my tongue slides against hers.
When I can no longer get them off of her from my current position I move my mouth slowly south. Scratching my beard along her skin, kissing and sucking every piece of her I can reach. I show more attention to her perfect breasts before sliding my tongue down her taut belly.
I skip the apex of her thighs, for now, opting to remove the damp lace from her legs first. Sansa opens her bent knees, when she's completely naked, and the glory that is her pussy is on view, just for me.
It takes all my strength not to dive into her pink flesh right away and instead rub my hands up her legs to her hips. I lay on my stomach and rest my head on her inner thigh just looking at her sex.
It's bare, save for a neat strip of auburn along her slit, and I can see and smell how wet she is. "You have the prettiest pussy Sansa." I groan and my breath caresses her bare skin, making her jump.
Placing her knees over my shoulders I drag a finger from her clit to her hole and glide effortlessly through her slick. Sansa's back arches as her hands find my hair and she moans long and low.
I don't touch her again until she picks her head up to look down at me between her legs and then I suck my finger, wet with her essence, into my mouth. Sansa whimpers.
I've only gone down on one other person maybe twice so I'm hoping like hells I can please her. Pulling her lower lips apart with my thumbs and never breaking eye contact, I lick up the length of Sansa's slit with the flat of tongue, slow and hard.
She cries out my name as her head falls back down and her cunt wets my face. I repeat the same motion a few times, Sansa is moaning and keening sounds along with my name and I have to move one hand to hold her hips still.
I then slide my tongue inside of her heat, while pressing my free thumb onto her hardened clit and Sansa's inner muscles start fluttering. "Gods Sandor, yes!" She shouts.
I pull back and she grunts in disappointment but it doesn't last long. Swapping places, I slowly push a finger inside of her tight body, her really fucking tight body. There's no resistance or protesting from Sansa, she's so bloody wet I'm knuckle deep quickly. And then as I pull out, ready to thrust back in, I suck her nub into my mouth at the same time.
Sansa's body goes rigid a breath before bowing her back, clamping down on my digit and gushing her orgasm down my hand. "Sandor!" It's a good thing she's my only neighbor because Sansa is a screamer.
I work her pussy gently down from her high, only stopping when her body turns to liquid. Sansa still has enough strength to bring my face to hers for a kiss, another quieter moan escaping her when she tastes her own cum on my lips and tongue.
"You okay?" I ask as I tuck wayward hairs behind her ear.
"I think you know I'm more than okay." She's breathing heavily. "I've never...like that in my life." Even after almost squirting on my face she can't say cum or orgasm. Gods, she's amazing.
"That's the first of many little bird." I nuzzle her neck.
Sansa makes a "mmm" sound while pushing on my shoulder until I'm lying flat. Her hands follow their same trail from earlier but venture lower, her nails grazing the waistband of my boxers. Meanwhile, Sansa's mouth has kissed the entirety of my ruined cheek and she's now nibbling my collarbone.
"Sansa..." I groan.
"Don't tell me I don't have to." She murmurs against my pec and then nips me.
"You are a little wolf." I pant.
Between the two of us we remove my boxers and Sansa sits up next to my side and stares at my bare length.
"Really, really big." She finally whispers after staring for a few long seconds.
And then she wraps a delicate hand around my cock, she can just hold all of me. Sansa strokes up and down a couple of times and my balls are already tight.
"Gods little bird."
My gasped words spur her on and Sansa runs her palm along my leaking head, gathering my pre-cum as lub and then she begins pumping me in earnest.
"I won't last long if you keep that up." I growl.
Sansa doesn't even falter until she completely lets go of me moments later. Before I truly register what's happening, I feel something hot and wet lick the underside of my shaft and I have to grip the bedding to stop my hips from bucking.
Looking down I see Sansa tentatively using her hot little mouth on my cock. Nothing's ever been hotter in my life than that sight and I imprint it to memory. She licks me, like I did her, with the flat of her tongue from my base to tip several times and I'm almost shaking with pleasure.
I've never felt this good and I can't stop myself from gently threading the fingers of one hand into her hair, after fumbling with the tie keeping her locks from me. Sansa moans around me when I rub her scalp and I'm done.
"Sansa, stop, I'm going to cum." I choke out through a moan.
She pauses for a second and then sucks me harder and takes a bit more of my thick flesh into her mouth. And suddenly I'm tugging her hair and shooting my hot seed down her throat. I roar her name and feel her own moans around my dick as she swallows every drop.
Sansa only pulls back when my dick stops pulsing and I open my eyes in time to see her wipe the corner of her mouth and it makes my not even half soft cock twitch.
"Come here." I say as I try to find purchase on her skin.
Sansa props her head on my chest and I shake my head, pulling her up until I can kiss her, mixing the erotic tastes of our orgasms.
"Holy fucking hells." I breathe out.
"Yeah?" Sansa seems shy, unsure.
I must always remember how shit Joff, the scum, was to her. Even ruining her sexual confidence.
Rolling us over, pinning Sansa beneath me as I kneel between her thighs again I lean down until we're nose to nose.
"Nothing has ever felt better than your mouth on my cock. Not yet at least." I smile and so does she. "You are amazing and hot and have me hard again already." I emphasize each word with a kiss to her neck, under her ear and the hollow of her throat.
Sansa looks much happier, even more turned on and her heart is beating quickly.
"You sure?" I ask, caressing her face.
"Yes. Please." She answers immediately.
I move my hand from her face, grazing her nipples with my fingertips and only stop when my thumb touches her clit. I rub circles over her wet nub as I grasp my cock with my free hand. I'm already hard and weeping, so it only takes a couple of swipes through the mess between Sansa's thighs to have me coated and slick.
Resting my forehead against hers, I guide my cock to her entrance and push slowly inside of her body. Both our eyes fall shut when I'm only halfway sheathed in her heat and Sansa is gripping my shoulders so hard it edges on painful.
She tilts her hips up and wraps her legs around my waist again before I can even think about stopping. This angle has me sliding balls deep with one more stroke.
Sansa's back arches as she sucks in a sharp breath that exhales as a moan and I can't breathe let alone speak but a tremor travels throughout my body.
I grasp her hip with my free hand, withdraw almost completely and then slide home with one strong, slow push.
"Fuck Sansa, you feel so bloody good." I groan into the skin of her neck before sucking and kissing the heated flesh there.
Sansa scratches my back, whimpering and begins meeting my slightly faster thrusts. I never lose rhythm of my thumb pressing and rubbing her clit, she's so godsdamn tight and I need her to enjoy this.
I know I fucking am. The sounds escaping our throats, the slap of skin and the squelching of where our bodies are joined, will push me over that edge soon, no matter that I just came.
Grabbing her ass now, changes my angle and I hit a place deep inside of Sansa that has me seeing stars.
"Sandor!" She moans my name loudly and her pussy starts milking my cock like it did to my tongue earlier. I know she's close too.
"Little bird, gods." I groan against Sansa's lips before kissing her.
I slam inside of her on my next thrust and I feel her orgasm start. I can hardly move, her inner muscles grip me so tightly. Sansa is still moaning and cumming around me when I can no longer hold back. I press my hips roughly against hers and spill deep inside her body, growling her name as I finish.
We're both a quivering mess, kissing each other between labored breaths, hands running over hypersensitive skin and still connected.
I can't bring myself to move, to leave the heat of her body, so we stay that way for a long time. No words are exchanged, just touches, presses of lips and smiles. The "after" part of the sex is almost as mind blowing as the act itself.
This is intimacy and it's what I craved. Not the release, I mean don't get me wrong sleeping with Sansa was so good I can die happy now, but laying with her, being wanted by her in many ways, that's what has the backs of my eyes burning.
When I eventually pull my soft cock, gently, out of her body, Sansa sighs and pouts and I know my face isn't happy. Once she is cuddled into my side, her hand lazily tracing patterns into my chest hair as my own explores her back, we both perk up a bit.
"I think I lost my voice it was so good." She whispers into my skin after a moment.
I chuckle and look down, into her eyes. "That makes two of us." I say, running my thumb along her bottom lip.
She kisses it and then is silent for long enough I think she may have drifted off. "Where have you been?" Sansa asks me so quietly I wonder if she meant to speak the words aloud.
I search her eyes and see the raw emotion there, this spectacular woman truly cares for me. As I do for her.
"I've been asking myself the same question about you, my little bird."
Sansa's gaze is glassy now but a brilliant smile splits her face in half before she kisses me.
We're never leaving this bed.