The Journey We Face (A Sandor Clegane Fanfic)

To Us

Part 2

Nymaira finished speaking of the past events, but as the words stopped, the tears began. The pain of the memories consuming her.

With the mix of Ale and wine overtaking her, she couldn't help it. Even if she tried, the image was now replaying over in her thoughts. Causing the all too familiar pain and guilt raise back up.

What do I do? Sandor thought. Looking helplessly at the girl, wishing it was him crying, rather then her. This wasn't what he does. he kills people, he drinks himself silly everynight, he is crude and hard, frightening anyone who crosses him.

Trying to comfort a crying highborn? That's not what he does. He kept thinking. But, without him realizing it, his hand was sliding across the table to hold hers, stroking the soft skin with the rough pad of his thumb.

She didn't reply, only gripped his hand harder and looked up through watery eyes.

They sparkled a deep mix of spring an dark ivy. Her cheeks were flushed an she looked so small in that moment.

She smiled weakly, as if to say thank you all without moving her lips. "Some shits hurt your mother, that's on no one but them."

His voice was low, staring right at her. He wanted her to know that, he wanted her to know he meant it to.

"My brother," he heard himself say, he wanted to stop, yet more words followed. "Caught me playing with one of his toys, he thought I had stole it. even though I didn't."

He kept speaking, as he looked down at Nymaira's hand in his.

"He didn't say anything, just grabbed me and pushed my face into the fire. The pain was bad, the smell was worse. But what hurt the most, is that it was my own brother who did it. An my father, who told everyone my bedding had caught fire."

He stopped, and looked up at her again, the sadness in his eyes showed the pain he held in his heart. "My point is, you can't blame yourself for the actions of shits like that. It wasn't your fault, little bird."

He took his hand back, and grabbed the cup feeling all too needy for a drink after his confession.

Nymaira just sat there, mostly in shock. She felt something from the way he had opened up to her, comforted her, it meant something to Nymaira. And before he placed the cup back on the table, she had raised her upper body over the table that separated them, She grabbed his face, placing a hand over the ruined skin, to connect their lips.

Her soft pink lips felt like fine silk against his rough ones. At first, he didn't move nor kiss back, he froze unsure of what to do. But as she kept kissing, he couldn't help but kiss back.

Gods her lips were soft and her kiss sweet. He entangled his fingers in her tangled hair. Letting them slide down to her hips, grabbing her gently, and rose her from above the table and down to his lap.

It wasn't the mix of liquor that made them kiss, nor touch. Only the confidence to do so. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him closer to her as her legs straddled his lap.

He held her hips in his big palms. Digging ever so lightly into her flesh, as if she was going to float away if he didn't hold on to her.

She kissed him harder, sliding her tongue across the bottom of his lip and he gladly opened for her. The kiss deepened but they stopped. They looked at each other, sharing the same air that stunk of warm ale. Breathing heavily, he knew they shouldn't. But it felt right, she felt right. And so they continued.

Even though this was their first kiss, it felt like they had done this many times before.

She pressed her hands to his chest, and arched her back while he gripped her bum, tugging harder at Nymaira. She couldn't help but moan in his mouth as the feeling of his warm hands, whispered sweet words to her body.

The locking of her lips moved from his jaw down to his neck. She found herself peppering soft wet kisses to the skin.

Biting, and licking while he groaned at the sensation. Pressing himself further into her.

Nymaira felt the hardness growing beneath her as it jabbed at her thigh. And her own arousal grew.

She began to grind back and forth against him, the body heat between picking up, and soon they were gasping for breaths. she didn't want it to end.

But without a word, Sandor moved out from under her and stood not looking back. "We have to be up at first light tomorrow, get some rest."

Was all he said as he walked towards the door, into the fresh air of the dark night.

Nymaira sat there, dumbfounded. What just happened? She thought, and pressed her finger to her now puffy and swollen lips. "Did I just ruin whatever it is we had?"

I'm sorry for this being so shitty I had other plans in mind how I wanted this chapter to go but I couldn't execute it the way I wanted. So if you will tell me in the comments what you think or what you might like to see happen with Nymaira and Sandor :) thanks and have a lovely day.