Game of Thrones: Imagines and one shots. Book four

Love waits - Part 8 - Sandor x Reader

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Her hands gripped at his shirt as he continued to kiss her. (Y/n) hadn't seen who she had walked into, but she didn't need to. There was only one man this big in the Keep, one man that smelt as this one did. A gasp leaving her lips, as her back was pushed up against the wall. Sandor swallowing the sounds that came from her, as he refused to relinquish her lips. This the first time that he had ever kissed her, and he wanted to commit this to memory just in case it never happened again; to remember her soft lips, her tongue, the taste of her mouth. His arms tightening around her waist, possessively. More moans coming from the lady as his large body pushed up against hers, the feel of his weight against her, sending (Y/n)'s mind, racing.

Over the years, the former ward of old Lord Clegane had thought about scenarios like this. When they were young, the most they had done was hold hands when they had managed to escape the confines of the dark keep; that, and once or twice she had placed a kiss to Sandor's cheek. Yet as she had got older, as she had blossomed into a woman, there had been many a lonely night that she had thought about the boy that she had loved; about how he had always made her feel safe, even when around Gregor and old Connas. How he had been so gentle with her, even though he had been twice her size, even then. (Y/n) wondering how he would be now that he was older; whether, if she had had the courage to stay, if that hand holding, would have progressed to something more between the two. Whether she would have been able to convince him to run away with her before her first blood saw her married to his monster of a brother; for even thought she had been angry at him for not wanting to speak to her after the incident between Sandor and Gregor; even though she had hated him a little during those first years as she did all she could to survive, she could never stop loving him. Her hands moving from gripping his shirt, to around his neck; she not caring that she needed to breathe, not caring about anything else other than the feel of his rough lips against hers. Her mind filling with thoughts of his large body, of what he might look like, naked. Of how his weight would feel, when it was over her, pushing her down into the mattress. Heat pooling in her womanhood, as his hands moved to cup the cheeks of her backside, and his tongue explored her mouth; the lady willingly surrendering to his dominance.

"S.......Sandor.........." (Y/n) managed to say, as the large man reluctantly removed his lips and placed his forehead against hers.

"Ya can't marry Loras Tyrell. Tha boy might be a skilled knight, might be good in a tourney, but ya need a man that luvs ya, that can protect ya; that would be willin ta give his life for ya. A man that knows that ya like Poison kisses from tha Neck, despite tha rashes they can give ya; as well as the Blood-blooms, that grew around ya father's castle. Knows that ya can climb trees like a fuckin squirrel and luv ta hang upside down from branches, till ya red in tha face. That ya cry at sunsets and pretend ya have something in ya eye when anyone sees ya; and like wakin a man up in the crack a dawn, so ya can go on an adventure and hope ta find lost dragon's eggs........." Sandor told her, as his nose brushed over hers.

"Ya need a man that wants ta make ya as happy as ya used ta make him. That'll care fa ya, as much as ya used ta care for him. Who regrets letting ya go; regrets shoutin at ya. Who should have gone with ya, when ya escaped........." The Hound continued. Sure, that it was only (Y/n) who could ever get him to speak like this. That could make him sound, look and feel so vulnerable, and he not mind.

"Sandor.........." The big man's eyes closing, as she placed her soft hand on his scarred cheek. He realising now how foolish he had been all those years ago, when he had not wanted her to see his damaged face; when he had thought she would be disgusted by him. The lady never once saying anything about his face since the moment she had lain her eyes on him again; had not looked at him with fear, disgust or pity. She not scared of him, as so many others were. For she was the only person that knew the real him; the boy that had existed before the killer he was now. (Y/n) knowing him better than anyone else in the world; and even though he was still sure that he didn't deserve her, he needed her.......wanted her. Desired her more than he had desired anything else in his life. And he would not let any other man take her from him, now that she was back in his life, no matter that he had sworn his loyalty to the Lannisters and Robert Baratheon. The big man's brows furrowing slightly, as (Y/n) pulled away. Her hand slowly moving down from his cheek to slip itself into his much bigger palm.

"Come inside. I think we need to......discuss, more about this right man for me. And perhaps this man could actually show me how much he has missed me; how sorry he is that we have not been together for years. And maybe, in turn, I can prove to him, how much I still love him, despite all the time that has passed........." Sandor nodding, before allowing the lady to lead him into her rooms. The door closing firmly behind them.