The Traitor's Wedding

Chapter Eight

Waking up the next morning, she expected to be stiff and uncomfortable. Instead, she was pleasantly surprised to find herself in bed, covered and tucked in comfortably. Had Sandor brought her to bed at some point? The sun had risen quite high in the morning already, telling her that she'd slept in far later than she usually did. She sat up, stretching out the small kink in her neck, and glanced around the room. There was a bit of food spread across the dining table, the room had been cleaned up (to her surprise), and she could smell a fresh bath. It was then she noticed Sandor was still there, in the side room, bathing. She couldn't help, but stare at him as he scrubbed himself down. He'd left the side room open, rather than closing it with the curtain she'd had set up. She watched as the water ran down his back, through the lines of scars and swallowed loudly, suddenly dumbstruck. Seeing him, naked and wet, made her tingle just a bit between her legs.

Then he turned around and saw she was looking right at him.

Almost immediately, she flushed and looked away. She heard him chuckle, as if it was the most amusing thing ever. It got her up and moving, slightly angry. "Little Bird," he rasped, calling to her. She stopped almost immediately, but didn't turn to him.

"What do you need?" she asked sharply, ignoring the fact she knew she should have been politer.

"The cunt king needs us for lunch today. Gonna have to head there soon."

"That's fine. I'll have a bath drawn once you're finished," she said, trying to sound uninterested.

"Won't have time for that, Little Bird." She turned to him, eyes narrowed. He had that look on his face and a grin to match it. The corner of his mouth twitched and he suddenly took a good look over her. "Gotta come join me, girl."

She flushed almost immediately and retorted, "I don't have to do anything with you."

"Saw you looking at me. Better off to do it now, before I have to get out and grab you myself."

She narrowed her eyes. "Are you drunk already this morning?"

He let off a barking laugh, and told her, "Not a drop, Little Bird."

She flushed, suddenly embarrassed. "I-I don't know-"

He growled, "Come here." Reluctantly, she walked over to the tub. She wasn't sure just what he was going to- "Take off your shift." She almost opened her mouth to argue with him, but then she realized that he had that look in his eyes. That look that he had when he was drunk and ready to have her. Did he actually want her now, clearheaded?

Undoing the laces, she let the shift slip down off her shoulders and pool onto the ground. She was bare underneath, so he got a full look of her nakedness in the light. She let him take a moment to look over her, then he growled and told her, "Get into the bin." Slightly thrilled that he wanted her so suddenly, she didn't hesitate to step into the warm water.

The tub was far smaller with two people than when she was alone, so it didn't leave much room to settle down except on Sandor's lap. When she did that, she gasped because she could feel his manhood, hard, pressing against her inner thigh. She noticed he was looking at her and then he touched her. Nothing much, just lightly running a hand across her bare shoulders into her hair. The tingles she got from his touch alone made her moan softly, rubbing slightly against him. He growled lowly and tugged her closer, greedily kissing her. She was so surprised by the sudden change in him, for a moment she had no clue how to react. Then she started kissing him, curious. What had changed with him so suddenly that he wanted her like this, so early and without wine? He certainly didn't have the stench of wine, so he was definitely clearheaded.