Tyrion knocked on Alina's door at the inn. She opened it immediately and he came right in.
'You know frosty that you killing a man shouldn't be sexy but the way you do it with such elegance and flair damn it isn't the sexiest thing in the world.' Tyrion told her and she blushed
'I am glad you approve my methods,' she said sweetly sitting down on the bed. He followed her slowly his eyes roaming over her. He knew the rest of the journey to the wall would be spent on the floor with no privacy. With the company of all the other men they were collecting the criminals and thieves and rapers being picked up along the way. This might be his only night to show his frosty much he truly loved her before they were at the wall.
'Something wrong?' She questioned as he got closer. He used his hands to pull her knees apart and stood in between her legs his hands running up and down her thighs.
'No. Nothing is wrong.' He assured smiling a smile as his hand trailed up her body making its way to her cheek. She leaned into him as their lips met. He got up on the bed his hand never leaving her. He pulled at her dress as she removed his pants. He left frantic kisses down her neck and chest. Her finger weaving through his hair. He felt different from what she remembered of the last time. Her first time. Not only where the men polar opposites in attitude and appearance but they felt different. Kissed different. Although the length of both was impressive.
Where tyrion talked sandor grumbled.
Where tyrion read sandor swung his sword.
Where tyrion teased and tasted her sandor got down to business but they had been teasing for a month before the act. Tyrion was taking his time exploring y inch of her. Like she was a treasure to be held, to behold.
Alina was fast asleep by the time Tyrions heart stop pounding she was curled up to him using his chest as a pillow. But by the time Tyrion woke the next morning hoping for another round, Alina was already outside with the guards, chatting and laughing as they prepared for another days journey.
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Frost // Tyrion Lannister // Sandor Clegane
FanfictionFighting the power within can be more deadly than embracing it. Catalina "Alina" Frost is the last living Frost. Will she be their savior or their downfall? (Frost is not a bastard name in this. She is from a long line of magically gifted Frosts ) ...
