Bad Dreams / Sandor Clegane

19. Better Bed

"Well how does it feel being back in your own bed gorgeous?" Sandor asked.

"Better." Amelia agreed. But she hesitated putting her book down pointing and flexing her toes under the covers.

"Whats wrong gorgeous?" Sandor asked.

"Can you stay?" Amelia requested. Sandor sat beside her and she leaned into him. "I dont like being away from you." she whispered. 

He kissed below her eyes the tops of her cheeks moving from one side to the next. Amelias smile widened. He kissed the bridge of her nose. His hand cradled her face to him. His rough calloused thumb ran over her lips. He kissed the corner of her lips as her eyes fluttered closed. He kissed along her jaw she leaned in closer to him. Sandor knew he should stop. He needed to stop. He pulled back and lay flat. He stared up at the ceiling. His lips never touched hers. Amelia sighed she snuggled into side and put her hand on his chest. He wrapped her hand around her, it settled on her hip.

Amelia's eyes were open watching him but he forced his gaze up at the ceiling not wanting to see those green eyes. Knowing that if he looked at her now, he would kiss her. He wouldn't be able to stop at a kiss, though he would need all of her. He already did need all of her. He felt her hand tracing patterns around his chest. He felt her fingers as they slipped under his shirt, trailing along his chest hair.

''The Kingslayer won't last the night. The more they drink, the angrier they'll get. And when the Karstarks draw their swords... who wants to die defending a Lannister?'' Brienne remarked

''Come. I need to be alone with him.'' Catelyn told her

''My Lady, our orders ...''

''your orders, which I just gave you, are to leave me alone with him.'' Catelyn corrected

''Come to say goodbye, Lady Stark?'' Jaime mused ''I believe it's my last night in this world.'' Jaime looked to Brienne ''Is that a woman?''

''Do you hear them out there? They want your head.''

''Well, old Lord Karstark doesn't seem to like me.'' Jaime agreed

''You strangled his son with your chains.''

''Oh, oh. Was he the one on guard duty?' Jaime sighed he had caused a bit of trouble, he escaped and then he was caught and still no sign of Amelia, probably being used as a bargaining chip while they chopped off his head. ''He was in my way. Any Knight would have done the same.''

''You are no Knight. You have forsaken every vow you ever took.''

''So many vows. They make you swear and swear.'' Jaime remarked blandly. ''Defend the king, obey the king, obey your father, protect the innocent, defend the weak. But what if your father despises the king?'' Jaime asked ''What if the king massacres the innocent? It's too much.'' Jaime told them tipping his head into the post he was still tied too. ''No matter what you do, you're forsaking one vow or another." Jaime informed her.  "Where did you find this beast?' Jaime nodded to Brienne.

''She is a truer Knight than you will ever be, Kingslayer.' Catelyn sneered

''Kingslayer. What a king he was. Here's to Aerys Targaryen,'' Jaime chuckled ''Aerys Targaryen, the second of his name, Lord of the Seven Kingdoms, Protector of the realm, and to the sword I shoved in his back.''

''You are a man without honor.''

''Do you know I've never been with any woman but Cersei? So in my own way, I have more honor than poor old dead Ned.'' Jaime countered. ''What was the name of that bastard so in he fathered?''

''Brienne.'' Catelyn warned

''No, that wasn't it. Snow, a bastard from the North. Now, when ... when good old Ned came home with some whore's baby, did you pretend to love it? No. You're not very good at pretending.' Jaime remarked 'You're an honest woman. You hated that boy, didn't you? How could you not hate him? The walking, talking reminder that the honorable Lord Eddark Stark fucked another woman.''

"Your sword." Catelyn demanded holding out her hand for Brienne's sword.

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"Your shoulders are hunched." Sandor remarked putting a hand on her back, between her shoulder blades gently straightening her back. "Now release." Amelia smiled back at him as she hit the target. "You were lax on your training." 

"I was kind of busy being a prisoner." Amelia reminded him. 

"We will get you back in fighting shape." Sandor assured. "I want you loading them faster, dont think so much, just aim. YOu know how to do it." Sandor remarked. He put his hand on her back straightening her again. 

"Maybe I like your hands on me." Amelia corrected. 

"Aye there are better ways I could have my hands on you." Sandor remarked. She stared back at him wide eyed, he licked at suddenly dry lips before forcing his gaze away. 

"Target," Sandor instructed turning her around. Amelia let the arrow go sailing. 

"You think Bran and Rickon are okay?" 

"They werent the prisoners." Sandor reminded her. "Come on gorgeous, go again." She released the arrow, loading it quickly, and again. Sandor chuckled. Three shots, hit their mark on the practice dummy. Head, heart, cock. 

"Good." Sandor agreed. "Lets get farther back." 

"You know what we could try?" AMelia questioned as sandor fetched the arrows. 

"What gorgeous?" 

"Live targets." 

"Ahh," Sandor chuckled handing off the arrows. "You thinking about Robb starks head?"

"Possibly." Amelia agreed. 

"I'm not leaving without Amelia." Jaime hissed.

"I am to take you and trade you and only you." Brienne told him. "In return for the stark girls."

"I'm not leaving Amelia!" Jaime demanded. "Take her instead of me. Trade her for the girls." Jaime begged.

"Lady Stark demanded your return. His grace has Amelia in his coustody." No he didnt but Catelyn and Robb were keeping that hush hush for now, they didnt know where she was, certainly home by now but Jaime didnt know that. 

"NO, NO, NO!" Jaime shouted. "You don't understand. Give them Ameila and not me, she is worth more than me." Jaime begged.

"You love your children." Brienne remarked pushing him along.

"Of course I do. Amelia is nothing like Joffrey." Jaime informed her. "She is sweet and kind and good and I don't want her getting killed over all this." Jaime begged. "Please, take her back to the capital. Trade her life."

"I have my orders." Brienne repeated.