Made You Look / Sandor Clegane

16. Kiss Her Already

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"Your brother..." Sasha remarked coming into his chambers.

"My fucking brother". Sandor agreed. Sasha moved closer her worry from that after noon fading seeing him alright. "You worried about me?" Sandor countered. He watched her get closer she traced a finger along his jaw. 

"He almost got your head. What a nice head... what a shame it would have been to lose it." Sasha whispered.  Sandor stared at her as she took a step back fingers trailing away from him.

"I suppose you are heading home soon." Sandor remarked. 

"I... I asked my father if I could stay a while longer..." she offered. "But he said he had to get back and didnt want me here alone... heading back tomorrow."

"You wouldnt be alone." Sandor corrected. 

"I told him that and he gave me this look that said you know I'm right dont argue with me missy." Sasha remarked. "But I had to check on you first."

"That was nice of you."

"I... I'm glad you are alright sandor."

"Sasha, there has been something I have been wanting to do since we left for winterfell." Sandor remarked. 

"Whats that?" Sasha questioned as he stood up. He took her chin in his fingers and tilted her face to his and kissed her. 

+

 "What were you doing in the dungeons?" Ned gave her a scolding look.

"Chasing cats." Arya said it so calmly like it was the most obvious thing in the world. She had told him she would be chasing cats, now that ned thought about it.

'Pardon me my Lord,' Jory said coming into Neds office, he was talking with Arya. 'there's a night watchman here saying it's urgent,' Ned nodded standing from the desk

'What's your name friend?' Ned questioned

'Yoren, if you please. This must be your son he's got your looks.'

'I'm a girl!' Arya exclaimed

'Did Wende send you?' Ned questioned

'No one sent me my Lord, I am here to find men for the wall see if there's any scum in the dungeons that could be used for the service,' He informed ned.

'We will find recruits for you.' Ned assured.

'Thank you my Lord that is not why I disturbed you. You're brother Benjen's blood runs black that makes him my brother as much as yours it is for his sake I rode here so fast and damn near killed my horse there are others riding to, the whole city will know by tomorrow.'

'Know what?' ned questioned cautiously.

'Best said in private my Lord.' he looked at arya, kissing the top of his daughters head Ned sent her off.

'Go on we'll talk later. Jory take her safely to her room.'

'Come on little lady you heard your father.' Jory said leading her out.

'Well?' Ned questioned

'It's about your wife my Lord, she has taken the imp.'

+

"What?" Tywin demanded. "NO, no, this is... fucking hell. Tyrion." he griped. 

"I thought you should know, the world will know by tomorrow."

"Thank you," Tywin grit his teeth. "Your whispers have been most handy Lord Varys." 

"Of course my lord, anything I can do to help..." Varys agreed as he headed out. Tywin had wanted Sasha safe but if he was going to war with the starks to get Tyrion back then he supposed that the safest place for Sasha was the capital. 

Sasha was suddenly pushed up against the wall and Sandor crashed his lips against hers. Sasha melted into his lips as she wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer. This was all new. She never had a boyfriend, never been courted before, she never kissed anyone but this felt very right. Sandor was her first kiss, the first man she allowed to hold her in such a way that she wanted to hold her like this, touch her, kiss her. Sasha never felt happier then she did right now. He let out low growl and lifted her up. Her legs wrapped around his waist and he pulled back just for a moment before their mouths crashed against. He didn't give her another chance to speak or even form a coherent thought. Moisture pooled between her legs until she felt it drip like lava down her thigh. 

She wanted to press her together in mortification. But he slid two fingers between her wet folds, stopping her motion. She moaned while he pressed his body firm to hers, as if he wanted to feel her sounds vibrate between them. The only thing sexier than him was his physical desire for her. He. Wanted. Her.

But she heard her name being called and her legs dropped from around him, her legs were weak and shaking, her dress smoothed out on its own accord but Sandor held onto her until she could get a handle on her racing heart. 

Tywin was going to war to get Tyrion back so he needed Sasha safe. At the capital... thinking it would be safer. 

Sasha wiped at her lips, bringing a hand to her heart before meeting Sandor's gaze. He had yet to take his eyes off of her. 

"Sasha?" Tywin called out. 

"I should..." 

"Probably." Sandor whispered but he didnt dare let her go. 

"Sasha!" She sucked in a steadying breath as she headed out. Her mind still in a haze of happy but her fathers panic changed her mood quickly. They were getting Tyrion back, Sasha was going to stay, stay at the capital. 

"Dont worry, I will get him."  Tywin assured. "You will stay here, you will be safer here. I dont want you alone-"

"Where are you going? You are putting yourself in danger?" Sasha realized. 

"I'm starting a war to get your brother back." Tywin agreed. "He might be the lowest of us but he is still a Lannister." 

"Thank you, thank you... be safe Father." Sasha begged hugging him tight and Tywin relaxed into her. "I love you." 

"I love you." Tywin echoed pressing a kiss to her temple.