Beauty and the Hound - Sandor Clegane

28 - A Crave for Intimacy

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Beware of an old man in a profession where men usually die young
- Unknown

Sandor expected Meela to lash out on him the moment she woke, but to his complete surprise she was quiet for the whole journey.

Meela only woke around midday to find herself already across King's Landing's borders. She was seated in front of Sandor while they both rode Stranger. She couldn't remember anything from yesterday except until Sandor drugged her. She didn't know how he managed to abduct her out of King's Landing. Instead of shouting at him, she only kept quiet.

She knew she couldn't run from Sandor for either Stannis or Joffrey's army would find her. She knew she couldn't shout at him because someone would find them both with the noise she was making. But still she was very cross. She didn't speak with him that entire day. Neither did she ate or drank anything that Sandor offered.

'We'll head west, Lannister army would find us if we straight headed North.' He grumbled. Meela heard everything he said, but chose to ignore him by looking straight ahead.

That behaviour only made her look childlike and Sandor couldn't hide the smile that formed on his face. His hands sneaked from behind her waist and he gripped her stomach with one hand while another slid under her arse beneath her dress. She flinches, nudging her elbow against his belly and struggled to get off him.

'I won't stop until you start talking to me.' He growled as his fingers reached her folds causing a gasp to escape her lips. He wasn't surprised to find her wet and it made him grin, kissing the exposed part of her neck.

While her body was already responding to his touch, she gripped onto his hands and jerked away from him.

'Say something woman,' Sandor rasped, sucking in the skin below her ear as he flicked her button. She lets out light gasps again, biting her lip to suppress her moans.

She didn't like it one bit. She didn't like how her body aches for his touch. She didn't like how he was treating her. She felt so humiliated to be in this position and she shook her shoulders, violently struggling to escape his hold. Still he was too strong for her and she knew it.

'Get your hands off me Sandor!' She growled back.

'I don't hear you saying stop,' he rasps at her and she could hear his voice was laced with arousal and hunger.

For a moment, she almost gave up. She wanted nothing else but to let her desires control her and take him now. But Meela was stubborn.

'Stop touching me Sandor,' she hissed and Sandor paused his actions. He grew frustrated when she wouldn't give in but he knew better. He would never force himself on her and even she knew that. Sandor had a frown on his face and although Meela couldn't see it, she could sense how tense he was.

Hours passed and it was nearing after noon when the scorching sun started setting down. Even Sandor grew thirsty of the ride but Meela wouldn't take even a sip of water from him.

'Stop being stubborn. Starving yourself won't get you back to King's Landing. Drink up.'

As much as she wanted to sulk, she knew she was thirsty. Her throat was dry and her voice sounded hoarse. Sighing, she snatched the bottle from Sandor and drank. Only after taking a sip did she realise how thirsty she was and she continued to drink the remains of the water.

'That's too much woman. We won't have enough for the journey. That's why I told you not to starve-'

'Your nagging too much.' She complains and her voice sounded like a little girl throwing tantrums.