Game of Thrones One Shots

Ice: Sandor Clegane x Reader

Request: hi can u write a fic with Sandor and the prompt 7 "I'll keep you warm" where he's complaining of the cold in the north and you don't want him to be grumpy

Warnings: swearing

Sheets ruffled, the sound of linen on linen and fur against skin.
"Will you stop moving about, some of us have to defeat the dead soon enough." You were trying to get some sleep, but he made that impossible. He wouldn't stop tossing and turning. The dead were marching south, towards Winterfell, and you needed to rest. You were determined to fight them, fight until they had broken every bone in your body and drawn all the blood from your vessels. But in order to do that, you would need to sleep and the gruff man next to you made that impossible.

"Don't get on my nerves", he scoffed and pulled the blanket towards his body and away from you, the cold night air nipped at your skin immediately. If, by some divine miracle, you managed to survive this, you would not stay here. Perhaps you could manage to persuade Sandor to travel a bit further to the Eyrie. You loved the mountains and it wouldn't be as freezing there.
A small smile crept upon your lips. He was actually getting on your nerves. He made it impossible for you to sleep, and here he was, being a grouchy old dog.
"Oh", you said, "is that so?" Your hand moved to his face and petted his cheek.
"Will you leave me be?" His voice was as gruff as ever. You did not know what right he had to be upset. He was the one keeping you awake, not the other way around and he was the one stealing the blanket.

You did not care for his tone but knew better than to anger him any further. Usually, you could calm him down with some gestures and soft touches, so your hand reached out to hold his. But, when your hand found his, you knew. He was as cold as ice.
Perhaps it was the fire that had died out ages ago. You should have rekindled it, you knew that. He would not touch it. Not in a million years.
"You're as cold as ice", you whispered tenderly. He only grunted in response. You let your thumb rub soothing circles into his skin.
"Here", you said and removed some of your own furs and placed them over him. "Let me." Your fingers smoothed the furs out over his body. You would be cold now, but that wouldn't matter too much. Hovering above him, you placed a chaste kiss onto the side of his face. "Sleep well."

Soon, you were drifting off into sleep, when you heard him mumble again. "How come I am covered in all the furs this castle has and I'm still fucking cold?" You shook your head at him. For a big, hard man he could sometimes be such a little girl. Well, a little girl with the mouth of a sailor.
"I fucking hate the North."
"It's good that we're going to defend it then", you laughed and turned around to face him.

Even in the dark, you could see him pout. You curled into his side. "I'll keep you warm", you said and kissed him before lifting the covers that separated your bodies. Your skin against his. The warmth and smoothness of yours against the cold and roughness of his.
You let one of your legs slip in between his, hoping to keep him warm that way.
"Sleep now", you said softly and wrapped your arms around his middle, hoping to pull him into sleep together with you.

A/N: This is a short one, like the ones I used to write and before things got out of hand. I hope you like it, anon.

Also, I have more than five lines of dialogue? Who is she!