Beauty and the Hound - Sandor Clegane

39 - Meela Clegane

**the picture above is Anguy😍

'What have you done!!!'
Meela jumped awake, sweat glistening on her face. Her eyes tired looking, her under eyes having dark circles. Her face was red, flushing with dry tears being replaced by wet ones. Sandor was by her side, hugging her to calm her down.

'It's all right. Just a damn dream!' He tried to say that as calm as he could, but both knew how frustrated he was.

Her nightmares had begun again and it was disturbing.

It would be the same dream; her standing in front of Lady Catelyn and Lord Eddard, accompanied by her cousin Robb. All three looking very dead, would ask the same question 'What have you done!!'. When she looks around her, she could see her dead sisters. Dead brothers. And it traumatised her.

Sandor often woke up to a crying Meela and every time he did, a raging feeling would wash over him, ready to shout at her for the repeated nightmare and disturbance but one look at her doe eyes and her disheveled hair, all the anger would disappear being replaced by the strange feeling of overprotectiveness.

He would coax and cradle her back to sleep again, and she would be very thankful for it.

It's been a week since he proposed to marry her, about the same time she learnt she was pregnant and started having nightmares.

Her morning sickness was rather annoying as well, with her feeling sore and tired and having a large appetite. Sandor would leave her in the morning to start his day while she stayed back and did nothing. The ladies there were a little kinder than before, with them often bringing her soup and stew and trying to accompany her. Anguy, the hill girl Aylin, the mute and Diego never left her side.

But Sandor never knew about her pregnancy. And she made sure nobody told him so. She was waiting for the perfect time.

Although he never knew about it, he still tended to her whenever she needed him the most. Just like now.

'Maybe you need to eat something. Ray will make some drink for you?' He asks, rubbing her shoulders with his fingertips as gently as he can.

She shakes her head, her throat going dry as she leans against his bare chest. He tucks her long hair on one side of her shoulder and kisses the back of her head and slowly moves to place a wet kiss on her shoulder.

He slowly gets off their bed and brings her a cup of water and she quickly empties the cup, obviously thirsty.

He only sighs, watching the thin fabric covering her body. It's been a week since he touched her. Ever since he proposed, he started getting worried that she didn't want him like before which explained why she was coming down with a fever. His insecurities clearly was overwhelming him and she knew it. She was trying her best to keep him happy but her health didn't allow her to.

But tonight she was feeling a little better than before and she took the chance to grab his arm and tried her best to pull him down to the bed.

He kept quiet, not knowing what to do but his eyes were already turning dark grey, clouding with lust. She untangles the strings of his pants and pulled it down, freeing him. He still kept quiet and watched her intently.

She was in control. For now. But he knew she wouldn't stay like that for long. He was always in charge and his domineering eyes was proven to be useful. She couldn't handle them and would always fall submissive.

But tonight she wasn't going to submit so fast. She needed to make him feel better, fuck him hard until his insecurities left him.

She pushed him to lie on the bed while she quickly straddled him, and underneath her gown, her bare apex made direct contact to his semi-hard groin which then turned fully hard under the contact.