Touch // Sandor Clegane

𝐶𝐻𝐴𝑃𝑇𝐸𝑅 𝑇𝑊𝐸𝑁𝑇𝑌-𝑇𝑊𝑂

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𝐻𝐸𝑅 𝐵𝐸𝐷 𝑊𝐴𝑆 strangely empty without Sandor. For the first time in months, shr have given him a second thought. Perhaps, it was the Imp's doing, perhaps his often mention of the Hound was to twist her mind into believing she misses him, not to shame her.

Without thinking to much, Jade rises her skirts and lays down on her bed, her fingers moving away the small cloth. Her hand softly brushed over the pearly-looking bud, sending delightful waves to her very core. Sandor clouded her thoughts easily, it didn't take more time until she would hallucinate his head between her legs.

Jadeyn's fingers went lower, caressing her wet opening. If felt so good after the long pause she had from intercourse, yet she couldn't do it like he could. Her fingers weren't as thick or as long and nor she have done this before.
"Sandor!" She was about to moan out loudly, however a disturbing knock on her door was heard.

Jadeyn withdraws the hand from her womanhood instantly, finally aware of what she was doing. Well, that was shameful.

Adjusting her skirts she realises. Fuck! She had forgotten about the damned glove still on her hand. It was drenched in her juices.

Another knock pulled her out of it. Fastly, she throws the gloves somewhere and goes for the door.

With her bare hands, the doorknob was cold and grithy and it made her want to jump from it immediately. The only thing she could stand touching with no gloves on was Sandor's flesh.

Just before the impatient cunt knocked again. She opens the door after making sure she didn't look just like she touched herself with her lover in her mind. Oh, she regretted opening it.

The Lady Olenna Tyrell stood straight before her
"What took so fucking long, dear?" The Queen of Thornes invited herself in, pushing Jade aside to sit at her round table.
She sat on the chair opposite Olenna, who was already fancying her wine.

"Are you in need for something, Lady Olenna?" Jadeyn smiled at her. She knew what the Tyrell wanted, but Jade desired to avoid it and finish what she was doing minutes before the old lady barged in.

"Spare me, girl" Olenna dismissed her fake courtesies.

But Jade still smiled "I-I cannot marry Ser Loras, my lady, I am unable to bear children, it's public knowledge" it was also known she wasn't a virgin of any sort-not that Olenna cared anyways, she second daughter was more fit than cersei's incestuous cunt.

"You may pretend all you want dear, but we both know the truth" The truth. The truth did not fly until the reach, what was the queen of thorns plotting again?

She rose her cup of wine and brought it to her lips, long have been since she drank with her hands naked.

Under the smug Lannister face, hid a worry which Olenna saw "What truth?" Jade scoffed at the woman, looking like she wanted to change the subject.

"Does House Blackwood ring a bell?"
So it was House Blackwood. She didn't even remember who it was, only what she did and why she did it. But why was she worried earlier.? She didn't care and won't care.

The texture of the wooden chair's arms was too dense for her to bear, she smiled anyways, even though she wanted to throw the chair around the room "And what stops me from smaking your head against the floor until your blood remains stained into my skin, old hag?" The words left her mouth and after them came a horrific laugh which didn't stop even after Olenna rose and turned to the door, scoffing she solved nothing, even more, she realised how mad and twisted Jadeyn Lannister can be.

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