Game of Thrones: Imagines and one shots. Book four

The morning after the night before - Sandor x Reader

Sandor grunted as he woke. There a slight ache in his head from the amount of wine he had drunk the night before; but it wasn't anything unusual, and he had certainly felt worse after a night of drinking. Though what was unusual.......his eyes suddenly flying open as he realised that there was something.....someone in the small bed with him; a soft, warm, beautifully scented body that was wrapped around and almost completely laid atop him. His own arms cradling her there. The night before rushing back to him, as he looked down at her ethereal slumbering visage.

He had been out in the city, wanting to get away from the Keep and the little cunt that liked to remind everyone that he was the king. Joffrey being more odious than normal, if that was possible. Sandor had thought about finding himself a whore, a woman whose time would help him relieve some of the pent-up frustrations that were badly knotting his muscles; but he had thought better of it. He not in the mood to have to ignore the looks of fear or disgust on the face of the woman, as he tried to fuck her. So, he had made his way back to the Red Keep, liking the idea of being able to find something more to drink. Of just being able to go to his small room and sup until he forgot, even if it were just for the night. And he had done just that, he had found some bottles of wine and headed for his room; only to find, when he opened the door, that he was not alone.

There on his bed, sat a woman, but not just any woman. Not some simple servant or ladies' maid, no; this was the sister of the queen regent, aunt of the king, and daughter of the Hand of the King. This was (Y/n) Lannister; the only lion that he really had any time for. The only lion that, in his opinion, was worth anything. She nothing like the other members of her family; she was soft, kind, gentle and warm. She smiled.......smiled at him. There never any fear, loathing, horror in her eyes when she would take in his scared face. The lady the only one that would always address him as Sandor; that would treat him as though he were human, as if he were something more than the Lannister's dog. And he had to admit, even if only to himself, that his feelings for her had grown over the years. That it had got to the point that when he was able to spend time with a whore, it would be her that he would imagine he was with. But not for one moment, had he ever thought he would be alone with her, like this.

"What........?" The younger Clegane's brows furrowing, as the lioness placed her finger to her lip, hushing him before getting up from the bed and making her way over to him. The lady moving around him and closing the door, before coming to stand in front of him. Her beautiful eyes looking up into his.

"Milady..........."

"(Y/n)......my name is (Y/n), Sandor. No, milady, just (Y/n), please.........." The lioness replied, giving him a hopeful look. Her smile growing, as he reluctantly nodded.

"Why are ya here, (Y/n). This ain't no place for a lady........"

"Oh, Sandor, don't you know.......?" The daughter of the Hand not giving him a chance to reply, before she placed her soft palm on the scared side of his face and then kissed him. Sandor about to push her away; about to ask if she had lost her mind, if she was playing some kind of game with him. But then she moaned, it was soft, needy; a moan that told him that she wanted this, that she was enjoying it. All doubt, all questions pushed to one side. Sandor moving his arms around her and pulling her body to his. He able to feel her heart race against his chest; to feel the shiver that went down her spine as his tongue entered her mouth. The kiss continuing, growing with passion until finally she pulled away.

"(Y/n).......?" The Hound's eyes widening as the lady took a step back and pulled at the silken ties that held the thin nightgown to her body. An audible growl leaving his lips, as the delicate material fell softly to the floor; (Y/n) now stood there before him, completely naked.

"I want you, Sandor.........." Her hand reaching out and taking his, placing his rough palm against her breast. (Y/n)'s eyes closing and her head falling back, as the coarse pad of his thumb brushed over her nipple.

"Take me.....please........." That was all Sandor needed to hear. The younger Clegane not caring what this could mean, how much trouble he could find himself in because of it; years of desire, frustration, need, coming to the fore. The large man taking her up into his arms and carrying her to his bed. He sure that he had never had a woman like her; that there would never be another woman like her. The pair making love until the darkness of night had begun to change. Until they had fallen asleep in one another's arms.

And now here they still were, the body of the beautiful lioness pressed up against him. The Hound sure that he should regret it; should regret giving into his desires for her, but he couldn't, wouldn't. He would defend what they had done to any member of her family, because he would happily do it all again for the rest of his days. And if she would let him, he would make her his, and only his. Make it so that no other man would ever dare look at her, without fearing for their lives.

"Good morning........." A sleepy voice making its way into his thoughts. Sandor looking down to see (Y/n) peering up at him and smiling. All thoughts of regret completely gone, as she moved and placed a soft kiss to his lips. The lioness giggling as she suddenly found herself on her back, with Sandor over her, his large body back between her legs. The room once more filling with the sounds of their love. Both knowing that this morning after the night before, was only the first of so many more to come.