Game Of Thrones - One-Shots

Sandor Clegane - Burns 2

Sandor climbs off Stranger from behind you, then turning and placing his hands on your waist to help you down. Once you are steady on your feet you place a hand on top of his, squeezing softly and offering him a small smile. He just gives your hip a gentle squeeze in return before dropping his hands and turning around. 

Ever since he has seen your legs that one day he had been surprisingly nice to you. You had all tried to come up with a way to fix the sore and redness that resulted from riding all day, but so far nothing was working. You tried sitting with your legs only on one side, wrapping leaves that were good for healing around your legs, damp cloth, a leaf paste, but nothing seemed to work. Your legs were still sore and red and looking terrible by the end of the day. Sandor would stop more and more to let you take a rest, which was helping a bit, but not much. 

You assumed it was because of all the failed attempts to stop what was happening to you that he was being so nice, which held true during the day. But after Arya fell asleep and you were both lying awake was something that perplexed you. He was caring, doting almost, making sure you had everything you always needed before he even thought of relaxing. It was just the other night that something happened between the two of you, just the thought of it makes you blush. 

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It had been a very bad day for your legs, for some reason they were more sore and irritated than they had been for a while. You had been walking around your makeshift camp all night, refusing to sit down, and you had felt his eyes on you for a while now. Arya was asleep, or at least that's what you assumed, and you were suddenly exhausted, so slowly made your way over to your spot next to Sandor. You stand there and stare at it, debating the best way to get down with the least amount of pain. 

"You been walkin' slow today," Sandor says, his gruff voice sounding lower than usual. 

"I always walk slow."

"Fine, slower than usual." You sigh. 

"Since you're up, can you help me?"

"Why? You usually manage just fine."

"Today wasn't a great day." He grunts, slowly standing up. He walks over till he is standing directly in front of you, his body just barely brushing against yours. Your breath catches as you look up at him. 

"What do you want," he asks, his voice soft. 

"I don't know." You reach up and run a hand through your hair, taking a deep breath. He grabs your hand before you can fully lower it, placing it on his chest. Your heart starts beating faster and you hope that he doesn't notice it. 

Suddenly your feet are off the ground, and he has an arm around your waist and gently under your legs. You grip onto his shirt with the hand that he placed onto his chest. He slowly lowers you onto the ground, being careful not to hurt you when he moves his arms. He starts to stand up but you keep your grip on his shirt. You pull him down, knowing that he probably let you, and place a small kiss on his cheek, close to his mouth but not quite on it. 

"Thank you. For everything that you've been doing for me." He nods his head, his cheeks reddening slightly. 

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And now here you are, sitting in a tavern with some drunk guys being rude to a woman. You're not really sure what's going on, you were thinking about that night and got lost in it apparently. Arya seems very tense from her spot next to you, and as one of the men come over Sandor tenses up from your other side. You are so in your head that you don't even realize what is happening until it's too late to do anything. 

Sandor is up and swords are drawn. Sansa moves quickly, grabbing your arm to make you move. You start scooting off of the bench as quickly as you can, ignoring the pain, but it's not fast enough. A man is thrown towards the table and it breaks. You land on your butt harder than you thought was possible since the chair was somewhat close to the ground anyways, and wood scrapes against your legs. 

You cry out, pushing the wood off of you as Sandor drives his sword through the man on the ground next to you. He glances at, a flash of concern flashing across his face before quickly turning around and starting to fight again. You slowly push yourself to your feet wincing in pain. Blood is dripping down your leg by your feet and you realize that you the extra pain must be because of a cut on your burns. 

You look up just in time to see Arya stab a man with a skinny sword. Your face pales and you look away, not sure how to handle all of the dead people in front of you. A hand on your back makes you jump and you spin around to see Sandor. 

"Don't scare me," you say, looking up at him. 

"Have any bandages or anythin'" Sandor asks, talking to the tavern keeper. He nods, sending his daughter off the get them while he goes to start cook us a meal for free. Sandor helps you walk over to another table and has you sit. 

"I'm sure it's nothing." He lifts up the bottom part of your skirts and you see a long gash on the side of your leg. 

"Least it's not the side rubbing 'gainst the horse," he says and you flash him a small smile. 

"It's not deep, just needs to be wrapped and then I will be good as new." 

"You had me worried," he says so softly that you barely hear him. 

"You're not going to lose me that easily," you reply, placing a hand on his arm. He looks down only to look up quickly, grab your face in his hands, and bring your lips together. He starts to pull away too soon for you so you wrap your arms his neck and pull him closer to you. This time you pull away, resting your head against his. 

"Not if I can help it," he says, and you giggle softly.

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A/N

Sorry, I know it's been a while, roommate stuff happened and classes are really kicking me this term. 

What do you guys think of this season so far?