The Hound, The Imp, and The Cripple // Sandor Clegane

Come back to bed

Kitty woke to thoughts of tyrion. But sandor quickly silenced those thoughts.

'Come back to bed' he grumbled pulling her to him. Her back against his chest. She sunk into him as he kisses her neck his hand slowly teasing at her nightgown. Her smile faded when she realized what he wanted. She wasnt scared though but nervous. Slowly his hand made its way up her stomach as his lips went down her neck tugging at her dress.

He flipped her around supporting her leg and looked her in the eyes, she nodded. That was all the encouragement he needed. He pulled off her dress and she shivered at his touch as his mouth got lower his hands on her bare ass but her breathing hitched and she changed her mind. She didnt want this. She tried to remain calm though but sandor saw her fears and pulled off his shirt and put it around her.

'Im sorry.' She said immediately

'Hey its okay'

'No im sorry im sorry' she repeated pulling his shirt tighter around herself

'No. Dont be sorry.' He kissed her head and pulled her back into him. 'If Youre not ready youre not ready.' She clung to him like a lifeline. How could he be so understanding and patient? How could she have gotten so lucky? 'One day. If and when youre ready,' he told her kissing her head again. 'I will be honored to be your first.'

'Thank you.' She whispered feeling her heart finally stop pounding.

Tyrion fell asleep there on the floor in front of kitty cleganes room and almost got trampled on by sandor when he got up for work in the morning.

'Little cunt' sandor said shoving him away with his foot.

'Oh clegane' tyrion said head pounding. 'Im sorry for last night. That was... rude of me.' Sandor looked back at the little man. 'She is your wife and i have to accept that but im afraid intoxicated me doesnt listen to sober voices.'

'Just stay away from her tyrion' sandor warned before turning and leaving. If he wasnt fucking his wife then the little imp sure as hell wasnt either.