Bad Dreams / Sandor Clegane

34. Bastard

Amelia leaned back into sandor. He smiled as her lips met his. His hand shifted up the crease of her thigh. She turned a bit more. Stranger veered slightly as sandors focus wasnt on the path before them. Her hand went to his cheek holding his face to her. Arya grumbled out annoyed.

"where are we?' Arya demanded looking around, she didn't recognize anything and her captors were busy with their tongues down each others throats to notice or care where they were headed. Sandor sighed pulling his lips from amelia. She bit her lip facing forward again. She smiled as she settled into his chest. His hand drifted up over her stomach and back down her thigh as he looked around.

'near fair market... I think.'' Sandor offered.

'you think?' arya questioned. 'you don't have a map?'

'No I don't have a map.'' Sandor sassed.

'maybe we should get one.'

'Where pray tell Arya, where would we get a map?' Amelia sassed.

'alright just point out the next map shop you see and ill buy you one.' Sandor joked.

"Shes clearly not very bright." Amelia murmured.

'how far is it to the errie?'' Arya demanded.

'Far.' Sandor replied.

"Shame too because we are stuck with you." Amelia agreed.

'and you're sure we are going the right way?'' Arya sassed.

'sandor has gotten us this far, are you really still questioning his skills arya?' Amelia questioned. 'honestly this girl.' Amelia muttered.

'Thank you gorgeous. And believe me girl I want you there as soon as I can. I want my gold and I will be on my way.' Sandor said.

'where will you go?' arya questioned.

'Book passage over the narrow sea, start over... Take Amelia, somewhere she can swim.' Sandor told her.

"I like that." Amelia agreed. Sandor knew that back at the capital Amelia spent most of her time in the water. Being in the north, the frozen north he knew she hadn't gotten to swim in a while. Coming back home and everything was a war zone. Plus her feelings for sandor had arisen, and she was focused on less things aquatic, and more in the bedroom.

'I would like to see Bravvos one day.' Arya told him.

'why Bravvos?'

'I have friends there.' arya said. Arya was like venom she couldn't have friends that actually put up with her. all she had done since they found her was try and kill sandor.

'Friends?" Amelia chuckled and arya shot her a glare. 'Oh bite me girl, you have more bitter rage than I do.' Amelia remarked and sandor chuckled, there was the attitude he knew and loved. Robbs death had revived amelia. She was back to her normal self it seemed. Sandor was glad. He missed her smile.

'whats In the errie?' arya asked.

'you have an aunt.' Sandor said thinking through the family tree.

'Ive never met her.'

'lady of the vale.' Amelia recalled. 'she is a bimbo I heard, and I hope she falls through her moon door.' Arya glared back at her. "What? Your mother wanted that for my uncle Tyrion. It only seems fair that Lysa's fate is the same as what she would have done to Tyrion."

"You are a cunt just like your family." Arya snapped.

"Takes one to know one." Amelia countered.

"I'm never met her." Arya declared looking away from amelia. " But odds are she's better than the both of you."