Picture to Burn // Sandor Clegane (2)

10. Wake Me Up

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The next morning Sandor woke slowly to see Avalon still wrapped around him. He worked his way down her body carefully slipping a hand between her legs to tease her clit with long skilled fingers. He smirked as her hips moved unconsciously in her sleep. He felt her wetness begin to gather and slid a finger into her and he let out a soft groan.

He brought his mouth down giving her clit a gentle lick as his fingers moved inside of her and she let out a moan and he smirked against her. He sucked at the sensitive nub pulling it into his mouth, her hips lifted slightly and she woke with a shout at she shattered.

"Sandor!" Avalon said with a rasp, feeling her face flush immediately. 

''Good morning gorgeous.'' He said kissing his way up to her lips. He stopped at her breasts taking special care of each with tongue and hand before continuing on his path.

''Oh my Gods!'' she laughed out

''Am I your God will you worship me?'' Sandor asked between kisses and she pulled him back to her with a laugh. 

''Yes.'' she agreed. Without another word he plunged inside of her sheathing himself in one fluid moment. She began to whimper as he moved faster and harder fucking her deep into the mattress with a growl.

She moved her mouth wordlessly but he understood as her nails dug into his hips. He didnt know how long she would be gone, he didnt know if she would be back before the war started with Stannis or if Harrenhall would be safer for his Avalon. 

He moved faster. Harder. She clung to him as she came again the clenching of her walls around him sent him over the edge as he collapsed on top of her still deep inside of her.

''Good morning to you too'' she said smiling over at him ''you know you can wake me up like that anytime," Avalon assured kissing him again. 

"Anytime?" Sandor mused. She nodded her legs still shaking and wrapped around him. "I can do that every morning." Sandor suggested. 

"It's a nice way to wake up." Avalon agreed as he kissed her neck. 

"I wish you weren't going." Sandor whispered. 

"I will be back." Avalon assured as she let her legs fall and Sandor pulled out of her, she felt empty with out him, more ways than one. He rolled over pulling her with him. 

Avalon didn't know how long they lay there in each others arms. holding on to each other. He kissed her gently and felt her heart slow and breathing steady as she fell back asleep in his arms. 

+

'Wildfire'

'Wildfire? Why are you lying to me?'

'I'm not.'

'Bronn I think you should start cutting off bits.' Tyrion said from inside the crate, staring down his cousin.

'No no please no' Lancel begged glancing up at the shadow Bronn was creating in the crate.

'Do you think it will make Jaime more likely to kill you or less likely. When I tell him you're a fucking his sister?" Tyrion questioned

'I'm telling you the truth!' Lancel said desperately.

'A smart man would.' Tyrion agreed.

'She is making wildfire, she is. I swear it.' Lancel told him.

'And perhaps he would take sympathy on your balls but there's only one way to find out.' Tyrion went on

'They have thousands of pots already stored they are planning to launch them from the city walls and into stannis's ships and armies please!' Lancel said

'when did she tell you this?' Tyrion questioned

'I heard her talking with the Pyro maester the other night. After I left her she went to meet him. I swear.' Lancel begged.

'do you swear to me on what?' Tyrion questioned.

'On my life' Lancel assured

'But I don't care about your life.' Tyrion told him.

'By the light of the seven but all that is holy and right I am Lancel Lannister-'

'All right enough, even torturing you is boring. Oh and Lancel do tell Bronn if anything is to happen to me he is to kill you.' Tyrion told him as he stumbled out of the crate.

'If anything is to happen to Lord Tyrion kill me.' Lancel said to Bronn.

'It would be my pleasure,' Bronn said as he ran away. "Ah the pyro artist!" Avalon spun around. 

"Hello Ser Bronn." 

"Avalon... are you leaving? You have a bag." Tyrion noticed. 

"What are you doing in a box?" Avalon countered. 

"I'm... we are talking about you. What did Bronn mean by pyro artist?" Tyrion questioned. 

"Nothing." Avalon said as Bronn spoke up. 

"She burned her pictures."

"You did what? Not of my handsome face I hope." Tyrion remarked. 

"I just... needed a fresh clean slate." Avalon told him. 

"Where are you going?" Tyrion asked again. 

"Lord Lannister requested me at Harrenhall."

"Goodness, now?" Tyrion asked as they walked. 

"He sent a carriage and a guard and he hopes it will bring some fresh ideas." Avalon offered. 

"But you dont look happy." Tyrion remarked. 

"I'm not, not happy." Avalon countered. "I think getting out of the capital will help." Avalon assured. "I'm just going to miss..."

"Me?"

"Of course." Avalon agreed with a chuckle. 

"Well, stay safe then Avalon."

"Thank you LOrd Tyrion. You as well."