The Forest Child {Sandor Clegane Story}

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For the following week Natari, Arya and Sandor continued their journey to Riverrun. Natari had not spoken one word to Sandor as they marched through the wet woodlands, avoiding the Kings Road and any possible guards.

"Quit with the glaring, girl!" Sandor grunted at Arya one night once they had finished their supper.

"Why, do I scare you?" Arya asked and raised an eyebrow.

Natari let out a small giggle as Sandor grunted at the girls and Arya turned down for sleep. Once again, Natari moved closer to the fire and wrapped her arms around herself.

"What did you expect me to do?" he snapped suddenly breaking the silence once Arya was asleep.

"What?" she shot back and looked over at the man in disgust.

"I was a member of the Kings Guard, the Kings sworn sword. I followed my orders and kept my head, and in the meantime tried my best to protect you and the little bird. And now you look at me like the rest, like a dog," he spoke quietly as he moved closer to her.

"And if I didn't take matters into my own hand, I'd still be there, married to you and Arya would have been sold to god knows who."

"The gods have nothing to do with it girl," he snarled into her ear and she felt a shiver run down her body.

"I still make you shiver and you can't even look at me anymore, the thought disgusts you. Yet here we are, fighting to survive... together" he continued to whisper in her ear as she closed her eyes to the feel of his warm breath on her neck.

Sandor knew the effect he was having on her and he let out a low chuckle and then moved back. Pulling off his cloak he wrapped it around her body and then went to lie down by the other side of the fire. Slowly, Natari moved down onto the cold floor and looked through the flames at Sandor, his scars burning red from the light of the fire and his eyes staring at her.

"I am sick of sleeping on the cold wet ground. Can we not stop at an inn?" Arya moaned the next day.

"Someone might recognise us," Sandor grunted and Arya looked back to glare at him.

"We are far from Kings Landing. The Inns off the road will pay us no mind, hell they won't even know who we are," Natari added as the rain began to fall again.

"And how do you expect us to pay for a room? You gonna flash those tits of yours?" he laughed.

"I'll pay with this," she snapped back and pulled out a purse filled with gold coins from the corset of her dress. "The brotherhood wasn't as clever as they thought. Your little trial made them easy pickings." 

Sandor couldn't hide his amusement as he smiled at the purse and then down at Natari. Surprising she was smiling back at him as she pushed the purse back down her top and shrugged.

"There's an Inn not too far from here," he informed them and twisted his mouth as he tried to pull his eyes away from her chest.

Just as the rain grew heavy the three arrived at the Inn. The landlady was a short and plump woman with blushed cheeks from years of heavy drinking. "I only have one room left, it's got a child's bed though for the little one" she grumbled as them.

Natari had played her the story of them being a family. Sandor was her husband and Arya their child. Their home had been burnt during the war and they were travelling west to her parent's farm. The landlady didn't seem to care so long as they could pay, and after a warm goat strew with sourdough bread and ale they were given the keys to their room.

"I ain't fitting in that bed, I'll break the damn thing!" Sandor argued as Natari tried to organise the sleeping arrangements.

"Well I ain't sleeping next to you!" she gasped.

"Tough," Sandor smiled wickedly as he pulled off his armour and threw himself down into the double bed.

Arya shrugged at her older sister as she jumped into smaller child's bed and got comfy under the dry warm covers. Sighing heavily Natari pulled off her coat and boots before gently lowering herself in bed next to Sandor. It was not long until the gentle snores of Arya filled the dark room. However she could not sleep, her body was exhausted from travelling, but her mind would not relax as she continued to toss and turn in bed.

"Quit moving about woman," Sandor grunted.

"I cannot sleep," Natari sighed and turned to lie on her side facing away from Sandor.

Without warning, Sandor threw his arm over her waist and pulled her closer towards him. Her back was flush against his chest and she could feel his breathing on the back of her neck. "You're safe" he grumbled into the back of her head as he breathed in the scent of her hair and felt his body tense up. To his surprise, she didn't pull away from him, instead, she turned to face him and lifted her neck so he could place his other arm underneath her. He watched as she bit her lip and looked up into his eyes and for the first time in a long time without hate or disgust. With the long lost warmth between them, he moved his arm from around her waist and placed his hand on her chin. A part of her knew this was the worst idea, but she could not fight the pull he still had on her, and as she felt his fingers on her chin, she closed her eyes and he slowly pulled her closer.  When their faces were not mere inches apart he whispered to her. "Open your eyes."

Natari didn't at first, but as she felt his fingers begin to trail along her jawline she opened them and looked directly at him, and finally, she leant in closer and pressed her lips against his. During the gentle kiss, his body tensed further under her touch, he had never kissed her on the lips, he did not understand why a woman as beautiful as she would want a scarred dog touching her, kissing her as though they were lovers.

"Don't you want me anymore?" she whispered as she pulled away from him, sensing his rigidness in the kiss.

Sandor didn't reply, the way she spoke to him now, so gentle, was pulling him apart inside. She no longer looked at him in hatred and saw only want in her eyes as he gripped onto her hip tightly and pushed his groan towards her. She gasped as she felt his hardened manhood poke at her from under his breeches, and slowly he brought his lips back to her and relaxed his body into the kiss as the hand that was on her hip now pushed down into her underclothes and he felt the wetness in between her legs.

Natari pulled back from the kiss and tightened her lips in an attempt to hide her moans. Sandor watched her as she continued to struggle and he slowly began to draw small circles on her most sensitive area with his fingers. Her eyes never left his though and soon her breathing became heavy.

"I'm just a means to an end for you," she murmured.

Sandor shook his head and then pushed one of his fingers inside of her, touching her in a way she had been dreaming about for months.

"You're just here for the gold," she hissed again as again he shook his head and pushed another finger inside of her.

This time she gasped loudly at the intrusion and forcibly shut her eyes. Slowly he pulled out his fingers.

"Look at me," he hissed as her and then quickly pushed his fingers back into her, moving deeper inside as her eyes shot open.

"What do you want?" He hissed again and slowly moved his fingers out of her.

Natari continued to shake under his touch as he repeated his question and slammed his fingers back into her.

"You." she cried.