Shameless / Sandor Clegane

33. Flowers

"You brought me flowers?" Davina questioned and grabbed the bouquet. "What's the occasion?" Davinas shock and joy was enough to make him feel a little guilty for not thinking to do this sooner. With everything going on recently he wanted to do something nice. Make her smile. He loved that smile.

"No occasion. Just saw them and thought of you." Sandor answered. Davina buried her face in them.

"They're beautiful, sandor!" Davina declared. He scratched the back of his head, embarrassed. "Thank you," she kissed him holding him to her. Sandor had never been the guy that got the pretty girl. He scared away the pretty girls with just a glance. He honestly didnt know how he got so lucky. 

"You got a good one Dav," Ian remarked. 

"You guys get what you needed from grammy?" Davina questioned leaning back into sandor. 

"Yeah... we are going to check them out." Ian agreed. 

"Hey, no matter what you are my brother." Davina reminded him. "You are stuck with me." Ian smiled softly, he didnt know if he wanted to find his father, Lip wanted an escape more than anything else. Lip couldnt wait for someone else to be their father but Ian was the only one it seemed. Lip was excited to see which Gallagher was Ian's dad, couldnt be worse than Frank. 

"You want to come over before work?" Sandor questioned. 

"I do." Davina agreed following him. "Be careful!" She called back to her brothers."

"Use protection we dont need more-" Lip began, Davina gave him her middle finger as she headed off. 

"Your dad?" Davina questioned looking around. 

"Smoking and drinking with his cancer buddies," Sandor remarked. 

"Smart move on his part." Davina agreed. "So we are alone?" 

"Yes." Sandor breathed back against her, she put the flowers down and pulled off her shirt. Sandor tugged at her belt shimmying her pants down her legs. Her clothes discarded her picked her up moving her to the bed. 

"I like seeing you walking around naked in my house." Sandor decided. 

"I like it too." Davina agreed. He lay her down and when Sandor kissed her belly, she felt the heat of his mouth on her flesh, and also in the pit of her stomach.   And when he came back to her and looked down at her face, his face was so full of something meaningful, something important, that she felt it in the backs of her eyes.    

Sandor swallowed, opened his mouth like he wanted to say something. His flared nostrils and flushed cheeks. SHe knew he was a man of declarations, she didnt mind nor care. He treated her right, she didnt need sonnets and whatnot.  So she grabbed his face and brought it to hers hard and tried showing him how she felt by kissing the ever loving shit out of him.

  He sucked in a breath and went even harder, kissing her like a storm, surrounding her with passion that was inescapable and wild, where shelter was nowhere to be found.   She wasn't sure she was going to make it.   Davina let go of his jaw, slid her hands down the front of his body, and touched him.

Finally.  He hissed her name and froze, tension hardening every muscle in that glorious body of his. He ground out the word.

"Davina." 

"Sandor," she answered against his mouth, overcome with need. "So impatient," she added with a chuckle, lifting his head to give her a smirk in answer.   She raised her hips and slid her body against his in response. 

Her words cut off when he pinched her clit. He could have asked her to sign over her soul in that moment and she probably would have done it without hesitation. Anything to keep him going. She whimpered in need when he shifted, climbing over her and kissing his way down her body. His broad shoulders pushed her thighs wide, and he settled in, pressing his tongue against her clit before sliding down and fucking her with it. she lifted her hips, impatient to come.

Apparently, that was all it took.  His hands left her long enough to open a drawer and rip into a wrapper, and in a matter of seconds, he was sliding inside her body. He entered her so agonizingly slow she could barely take it. She just ... couldn't ... take it.

"Sandor," she whispered as he started to move, each thrust slow and meaningful.

"Davina," he whispered back, drawing her bottom lip into his mouth. She closed her eyes for a moment soaking in the love. She squeezed her eyes shut and felt all of him, so incredibly good and right and full and hot and holy shit. 

"Davina."   She opened her eyes and he was watching her, looking like every wicked fantasy she'd ever had about him. 

She stretched her head and captured his mouth as her feet dug into the mattress to lift her pelvis. Urging him to move again, she snaked her tongue into his mouth while her hand grabbed his ass. He moved. They moved. Her heart. It leapt. 

Everything was coming up Gallagher.