It had been three days since Sandor woke, and for three days Natari had done her best to avoid him. She did not do it to be cruel, she only felt nervous about seeing him again, she could not imagine what she would say when the moment eventually came.
As she walked back to her chambers after training with Arya and Brienne, she only thought of a warm bath. When she finally reached her room, she found someone sat on her bed.
"Since you keep avoiding me, I thought I'd come ere and make you talk to me" Sandor grunted through the darkness.
"I have not been avoiding you. I've just been... busy" she cringed as she closed the door behind her and lite several candles.
"I heard your Bravoosi left".
"Yes, he is a good man and could see that my mind and heart was elsewhere" she replied but did not walk any closer to him.
"You know during the battle, at the end i thought I was done for. You wanna know what I was thinking about though?"
Natari remained silent as the soft orange light from the candles gently flicked in the room.
"It was you woman. Just you, and the thought that I'd never see you again, touch you again, hell have you run away from me again".
"Sandor" she whispered.
"Don't, just listen alright. That night, when you asked me what I wanted, I was just being a fool. Cutting off my own nose to spit my face. I wanted you Natari, I still do. Fuck, I think I always will. You're the only thing that's kept me going over the years, the only thing that actually seems to be good in this fucking world".
Finally, Natari took a few steps forwards, just within arms reach of the man she had been and was desperate for.
"I'm in love with you woman".
"I love you too Sandor" she replied as a single tear dropped down her cheek.
Suddenly, Sandor reached out for her and pulled her on to his lap.
"Say it again" he hissed.
"I love you Sandor Clegane" she whispered into his year.
Quickly, Sandor pushed her down into the bed and moved himself on top of her.
"Your my woman now Natari. Ain't never gonna change again" he growled into her neck as he kissed her skin.
"That's all I want. You're all I want" she cried out as he began to suck on her neck and move his hands to.her breasts.
"Prove it" he growled.
Instantly, Natari flipped their positions and smashed her lips against his. Sandor quickly pushed his tongue into her mouth as they deepened the kiss. Finally, they parted for air and slowly, Natari began to kiss down his neck before pulling off his ragged top. Without another word, she began to kiss down his chest, dragging her soft lips across his hard and muscular body until she reached his breeches.
Undoing them, she desperately pulled them down to his ankles and revealed his hardened manhood. With one last look at Sandor, she shuffled down the bed and grabbed on his manhood. Starting of slowly, she began to move her hand up and down his length, feeling his thigh muscle twitch underneath her.
"I may be yours Sandor Clegane, but you are also mine now" she purred as she slowly bent further down and took the tip of him in her mouth.
As she began to suck on his tip, then slowly take more and more of him in her mouth, she couldn't help think of everything they had been through together. From the moment they first met, they way he saved her from those outlaws on the way to kings landing, stopping her from jumping to her death after Jorys murder, and trying his best to keep her safe when Joffrey was named King.
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The Forest Child {Sandor Clegane Story}
FanfictionThe nature of the gods is cruel. No one knew that more than Natari Snow For no matter which god you worshipped, be that the cold ones in north, the seven in the south or the hundreds of free and exotic ones across the sea, life was a hard and cruel...
