Touch // Sandor Clegane

𝐶𝐻𝐴𝑃𝑇𝐸𝑅 𝐸𝐿𝐸𝑉𝐸𝑁

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𝐹𝑂𝑅 𝐷𝐴𝑌𝑆, she could think of only one thing, and that was Sandor Clegane. She went from cursing him to letting herself imagine his hands exploring her body to fluttery hand holding and gentle kisses and because of it even plans to murder him in his sleep sometimes-most of times.

Jade emptied another goblet of wine and reminded she was sober enough to rise and close the blinds. The window view was highly satisfying, she might have scolded Joff for it, but staring out of the window and conversing with dear Ned's head was entertaining. During drunken midnights when no one saw her, Jade would've even get out on the balcony and mockingly laugh 'with' Lord Eddard and half of his dead household. It felt like the Stark up on the wall was silently judged her; the death stuck in his regretting gaze made contact with her own dreadful glance.

Sadly, her gaze travelled a lot lower than it should. Bending over the desk under the window, Jadeyn spotted her beloved nephew, Joffrey, having his fun tormenting Sansa Stark. As quiet as she could, the Lannister opened the window, its small opening crack not taking any of the people's attention. Sansa looked down and hurried to Joffrey. Jade was fully aware of the girl's feelings: the rage building up until you have no choice but to let it take over.

Her attempt was stopped by no other than the damned Hound. Curse him! He had no right to stare at Jade, to touch her and make it enjoyable. Yet, she snorted at the sight of the man covering his real intention of saving the girl by cleaning the dove's bruised face-clearly Joff's work. His touch was so gentle, she carved it more than anything she could ever carve in her life.

Even though Meryn Trant was relatively the closest to her, the only one who heard her was of course, Sandor Clegane. Curse him! She yelled again to the familiar tunes in her head. He didn't actually gave a reaction to the sound, still, he heard her, she knew it, she knew it, she knew it.

Sandor Clegane finally looked up to her after the King, along with Ser Meryn hurried back inside. Surprisingly, Jadeyn Lannister found some foul way to shut the rational complains in her head, as she called them and peered at him in a rather inviting way: he was close to also hear the Lannister pride crumbling down, hitting the surface with high-pitched howls. Nonetheless, he got her message.

He was quick to escape the King and barge into the lady's chamber. The only difference between today and that night was that she wasn't 'forcefully' pushed into the mattress, but waiting for him naked with a cup filled with Arbor Red. To her amusement the goblet was left untouched.

"Oh, you would run to them if you had the chance? You're a good man, an honest man. the Starks would love those...qualities"
She mused at the feeling of his fingers between her legs. Jade let out a small hiss, feeling his digits fully enter her. "But you held their liege lord's head in the air as a trophy. They would hang you for it" she still continued her sneering.

It was something that snapped in him, something that made him want to make her shut up. he did not think in the moment his hand made contact with her pale cheek. The lioness almost growled at the man. She was used to this kind of pain. but it didn't hold hatred... or any other thing she could not think of. Compared to the many slaps she got during her lifetime, this was different, close to her likeness. In response she turned and claimed his lips ferociously. One may have thought instead of teeth, Jadeyn will grow fangs to finish him off as payment for his action, him included, however she did not. jade just added more heat to the kiss, closing the space between them even more.

A burning sensation smouldered inside her. The Hound groaned in the tightness of her. It hurt, a lot. She liked it, no, she loved the feeling of him stretching the walls of her pulsing cunt.

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