Wandering // Sandor Clegane // Thorin

33. Don't talk

'Sandor,' Aroura said pulling him into her room, his face hard as he looked down at her. 'We don't have to talk, not yet.' She told him letting her dress fall to the ground, he licked at his lips as she stared to pull at his pants. 'We will, but not yet.' She confirmed.

She took his dick into her mouth and it took all his concentration not to come the instant he felt her tongue against him. If there's a heaven and sandor got to go, he wanted this. Exactly this.

He started fucking her face and she felt his arousal drip down between lips. Sandor never pushed too far or too fast. It was as if he knew precisely how much she could handle. Just before she was sure that he was going to blow his load down her throat, he pulled back panting. Picking her up he tossed her onto the bed a laugh escaped her lips as she saw that feral look in his eyes.

He turned and crawl up the bed toward her, lowering and wrapping his arms around her. He kissed her breasts, suck on her nipples, trailed his tongue up her sternum. She moaned again and he growled. It's guttural, from somewhere inside his chest.

She tried to control her movements, but her hips were lifting on their own accord. He gently bit the soft curve of her stomach and she bucked again.

"You are perfect, Princess. Every fucking inch of you," he kissed her hip bones, and she realized that loud moans were coming from her mouth. She wanted him desperately.

"Please," she whispered.

Her legs parted and hooked around him as he lower himself closer. He rubbed against her, savoring the tease, the way her body arched, one more time. Then he pushed into her slowly, completely, listening to her sharp inhale against his chest. He slide out and back in again, disappearing into her. Their hips grind together until they found a comfortable rhythm. Her moans grow stronger and deeper until she's nearly screaming. He pressed into her, harder and faster, reaching for her tits. He smashed his mouth against hers, parting her lips with his tongue again, kissing her moans away.

He felt her body shudder against him, clenching and twisting with pleasure. She stiffens, then relaxes. Aroura wraps her arms around him, placing soft kisses against his temple, cheek, and jaw. Eventually and reluctantly, he rolled off her, her body immediately cuddling to his side. They were silent for a long time, both of them just trying to catch their breath. He listened to the rhythmic in and out as they sync up with one another.

She stretched out on him, leaning back against his shoulder with her head in the crook of his neck. He was supporting her with one arm around her, the other across her lower body with his hand buried between her legs, his fingers nestled deep inside me while his thumb rubbed in slow, agonizing little circles on her clit.

'You make me feel warm and...safe.' Aroura told him 'I love you sandor.' Aroura told him. 'if I'm getting back to middle earth I want you to go with me.' Aroura whispered into him.

'You would?" Sandor questioned.

'Of course.' Aroura told him spinning around to face him. 'I want to go home, but I want you with me.' she told him confidently. 'if you weren't such a baby about things and let me talk instead of moping off.' Aroura told him and sandor gripped her tighter, his fingers slipping into her .

'Baby huh?' he mused.

'if you...' a little moan escaped her lips.

'that's what I thought.' Sandor chuckled.

'You just need to talk to me,' she told him rocking on her fingers.

'Alright.' He agreed. His arms encircling her, it gave her a deep and comforting sense of being protected...nurtured...loved.

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'I'm sorry i woke you.'

Aroura turned over in his arms to face him as he settled in, his warm breath tickling her forehead as he pressed a kiss to her brow.

'Let's not go to the sept." aroura suggested.

" we have all the time in the world." Sandor assured kissing her again and Aroura laughed and snuggled in closer. His hands roamed down to her bottom and gave her a firm squeeze.

"Mmmmm." aroura could feel him hardening against her thigh.

++

They were walking back from the sept when the townspeople started complaining that they were hungry begging the king for help. Joffrey ignored their pleas

That was when the shouting and throwing started.

'We are hungry your grace.'

'Help us'

'Feed us.'

'Bastard!'

But joffrey didn't care for their pleas. Dung flew across the sky landing on joffreys face.

'Kill them kill them all!' Joffrey demanded

'Take the king. Protect the king!' Sandor scooped up the little prick his eyes searching for aroura as he moved through the streets but he couldn't see her anywhere.

The royal family rushed behind Joffrey ushered in quickly while sansa got swept up in the madness. Sandor dragged in Joffrey but Tyrion looked around for Sansa and Aroura but she was nowhere in sight.

'Where is she? where is Aroura? where is Sansa?' Tyrion questioned. Joffrey ignored him his own head spinning from the almost attack. 'take some men and go find the -' tyrion demanded.

'I don't take orders from you imp, I take them from the king.' Meryn spat.

'If we lose her you never get your uncle Jaime back and he has done quite a lot for you!" Tyrion shouted.

Sandor didn't see Aroura either. He stomped back outside.

Aroura heard sansa scream. She stopped walking only to see her being dragged away, aroura chased after her. this is why everyone should have some basic training, luckily for sansa Aroura had been training her whole life.

'Back off bitch,' a man spat but Aroura was not some helpless damsel. She smiled sweetly before throwing her blade, it lodged in the mans eye, Sansa screamed as he fell next to her. Aroura jumped up suddenly on top of the man's shoulders snapping his neck, he dropped down, aroura smirked up at the remaining two.

'You can have her!' they screamed running to the door, letting sansa go but sandor stood blocking their way, he stabbed them both as Aroura tended to sansa, she was shaking in her arms.

'thank you, thank you,' sansa kept repeating.

'Lets get her back.' Aroura said looking back to sandor, but sansa stood frozen.

'I got her.' sandor grumbled tossing her over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.

'Good work Clegane.' Tyrion said looking over to Aroura, she was alright... she was alright wasn't she? She was focused on a shivering sansa.

'I didn't do anything.' Sandor told him. 'Thank your sister.'

'To the Elven Princess!' Tyrion declared making aroura laugh.