Game of Thrones One Shots

Lightning Bolts Part 2 - Sandor Clegane x Reader

Lightning Bolts Part 2

It had been exactly three days since the incident at the inn and neither of you had spoken about it. When the men had left, stomping through the front door, he had simply lifted you off him and put you back on your feet. You had thought of telling him. Why was it that those three words in that particular row and order were so impossibly hard to say? Three word that could change everything. Perhaps he had waited for you to say them first. The way he had looked at you, had told you a thousand stories. He loved you? He hated you? He saw you as a child? Little one.

Air had come out of his nostrils, he had simply shaken his head and had returned to the delights of his soup, your soup actually. Like a kicked puppy, you had sat down back at your original seat. Your eyes had never left the floor. Instead of a rosy blush that all those who had just kissed their loved one wore, you had felt the blood leave your face. You heart had been heavy and perhaps that had been what had been dragging you down, made you sink in your seat. Lower and lower.

Not a word about it.
It had been three days.
Not one.

Sandor and you were back on the road, always in motion, always moving onwards. This was stupid, you realised. Why was he not speaking to you? Well, he did speak, but not to you directly. No more than the necessary directions and barks. If it hadn't been for the necessity of selling your horse, leading to you riding in front of him on Stranger, you wouldn't even have known that he was truly here, you were sure of it. But, alas, you could feel the warmth of his body coming into contact with yours every so often. You didn't dare lean back into him. He would just tense up and make things awkward.
Sometimes, you thought you could feel his breath on your neck. As if he was breathing in before making a big speech. But that had to be an illusion. He was not a man of big words. He had told you that a million times.

Your hands were weaved into Stranger's mane. As your mind wandered off yet again, you couldn't help but think about letting your fingers glide through his hair.
But that would never be.
Sandor would never let you and even if, you would never gather up the courage to be bold like that again. It had just been the threat of imminent danger. It had just been in the spur of the moment.
You slightly shook your head at yourself. You couldn't even think of the word as it would make you yearn for that moment again. Kiss. Such a simple word. How it would conjure up the wildest of your dreams, but-
it did nobody any good to dwell on the past and things that would and never could be.

You were ripped from your thoughts when you heard Stranger neigh loudly. And suddenly you weren't seated in front of Sandor anymore. You were falling, you realised. You were falling of the horse. 
"Easy boy" Sandor tried to soothe him, and you were still falling. It was as if everything was only moving past you in the slowest of motions even though in reality, you knew time was moving in its daily pace.
You could feel the air rushing through your hair as you threatened to fall onto the stone-cold ground.
Then, a rough hand gripped you by the arm.
And there they were again, lighting bolts. Sparks and lighting bolts everywhere. In the air you breathed, hurrying down your spin and in his touch.
He pulled you into him, holding you tightly.

You were back on Stranger, seated in front of Sandor. Where you belonged. In his arms.
"You're alright now, little one", he said and it calmed you. Somehow you were out of breath.
"Thank you", you muttered.
"That's what I am paid to do", he reminded you. "Protect you when you get into stupid situations. Just like at that inn", he added.
So, he did remember. This was it. you knew it. you had to speak about it now or remain silent and miserable about it for forever.
"I'll be glad when I'm rid off you and I don't have to make a fool of myself for you. That bag of gold will buy me a comfortable cabin for journey to the Second Sons."
"I wanted to thank you back then", you whispered.
He grunted as if to end the conversation. "But", you said and breathed in again. This was it. You were going to tell him. "I wanted you to know that – that-"
"What is it now. Spit it out and leave me be!"
"I am in love with you. I love you, Sandor Clegane I-"
He interrupted you yet again. "You would be a fool to."

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A/N: Soooooo, I'll add another part soon. I don't know how soon but there will be a part three!
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