Beauty and the Hound - Sandor Clegane

11- The Lovers and The Lord's Surprise Visit?

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You don't know me if you think I will stay here sleeping while you court danger in the corridors of the castle
-Melanie Dickerson

   Meela woke up late that afternoon and was surprised to find her bed empty. Her eyes then searched for him. Sandor walked towards the bed somehow knowing she was awake and she smiles, rubbing her eyes. She tried to get up to only wince in pain. She was sore again and this time she couldn't even move without hissing. So she made no effort to sit up.

'Had a good sleep?'
He asked.

She nodded her head.
'I told you that you will regret it,' he chuckled.
'Who said I regretted it?' She smirked.

She motioned him towards the bed, urging him to join her. He chuckled again, moving closer to sit next to her. She sighed in pleasure. What was it with Sandor and his chuckles. The raspy voice he had did nothing to calm her down, it only made her ache for him.

Meela pulled his tunic towards her and he paused breathing, catching her for a bruising short kiss before lying next to her. She slumped on his neck and smiled when his beard tickled her forehead. Meela brushed it with her fingers, massaging his jaw and it was a gesture he grew fond of.

She placed her hand on his waist completely relaxing on top of him. But when her nails grazed his hip slightly, his body stiffened and he exhaled out loud. She lifted her head up to face him, looking confused. Her lips formed a small smile as realisation hit her. She found his weakness. This huge warrior who feared nothing can't seem to handle tickling.

He knew what she was about to do.

'Don't,' he warned but it was too late because she already started tickling him.

He growled at her but she saw a small smile escape his lips. Using her nails, she ran her fingers up and down his waist very slowly and goosebumps raised on his skin. Sandor was now on top of her, grabbing both her hands with one hand, placing it above her head.
'I told you not to do that girl.'

  She hissed in pain when he nudged her knee with his leg. She was still sore and he quickly let go of her hands, noticing this woman was in pain.

'Sorry sorry. Are you alright?'

   He caressed her face again and she shut her eyes, nodding her head.

'You should eat something,' Sandor said.

'I'm not hungry,' she said while turning away from him, her back facing him.

He didn't like that. He didn't like her refusing her meals after she just fainted. He didn't like it that she moved away from him. So instead he scooped her in his arms, walking to the table with her squealing and throwing silly punches on his chest. A small smile formed on his lips but he didn't show it.

'I'm not hungry.'

'Then fine I will eat without ya.'

'Then leave me on the bed.'

'I told you I'm not leaving you alone.'

'Even when I'm on the bed? I want to sleep,' Meela whined.

'You can sleep once I'm done.'

She didn't know what he meant by the term 'done' but she kept quiet. It might have been a dirty remark or just nothing. She sighed as they approached the small table. He seated himself on a chair and placed her on his lap, an arm circling her waist, holding her firm. She winced again when she sat on his lap.