Our Love (Sandor Clegane AU)

Situation

When I woke up the next morning, Sandor was snoring in the bed next to me. Instantly, memories of the night before came flashing into my mind and I quickly released a unfamiliar soreness between my legs. It was already 8am though so I had little time to dwell over it before becoming unexplainably late for work. So with little effort, I got dressed and tried to clean up my hair before grabbing my keys and heading out to the subway.

"Someone's looking a little flush" Dave smiled as I stumbled to my desk and flopped down in my chair.

"Not right now Dave" I groaned as I opened my emails and already saw 86 email or demands from Peter.

Dave cocked his head to the side and seemed to be studying my face. I could literally feel the weight of his stare on my chest and a feeling of anxiety began to bubble inside of me.

"Dave" I snapped just as another three emails came through.

"Fine" he shrugged and finally slunked off.

After working through the first 25 emails, I had ordered two fish tanks, 500 bottles of smart water, 13 different pool floaties, 3 boxes of Cuban cigars and a flight for some woman from Moscow to JFK.

"Looks like someone is planning a big weekend" I mumbled to myself.

By lunch time I had finally made my way through all of his demands and was about to head out to pick up some first edition comic book for Peter's nephew when Dave reappeared.

"You talking to me yet?" He smirked.

"I was just busy. What's up?" I smiled as I grabbed my coat and purse.

"Not much. Has Miss. Busy got time for lunch?"

"Is Mr. Smart Ass paying?" I chuckled.

After picking up the comic book we headed to our favourite deli a couple of blocks from the office. I had my usual Ruben whilst Dave ordered some monster burger.

"Hows the situation going?" He asked with a mouth full of dead cow.

"Situation?"

"Your new roomie..."

"Oh, well he has a name, which you know full well and it's fine. You're probably going to roll your eyes at me, but it's been nice having someone in the apartment. Not just a small empty pit of my ever disappearing 20s".

"Jesus Berry, he's not some pet to greet you when you get in or some stand in for a real relationship. You need to sort this out. I mean, what you going to do in years from now? What if you met someone?"

"You sound like the girls" I groaned.

"Yeah well then maybe you should listen. You can't seriously be taking some sort of liking to him? He's either a weirdo or as you seem to think, a fictional character from a fucking made up story".

"So what am I suppose to do Dave? Please? Enlighten me with your fucking wisdom".

Dave sighed heavily and slumped back into his chair. "Maybe we could find an email for the author if you think this is all real. Maybe he could give us some more info about the story?"

"Yeah sure, I'll just email one of the best sellers. Hey, scratch that, I'll just text him since we're such close friends".

"If I find the email will you write to him?"

"Sure Dave".

After lunch and another afternoon of answering emails from Peter I finally called it a day and headed home. As I was walking to the subway Sally messaged me, asking if I wanted to met her for a drink. I still hadn't spoken to her since that stupid blind date and was in no mood for her tonight so I justed tucked my phone back into my bag and carried on home.

"You are late" Sandor grunted as I opened my front door.

"I am?" I coughed with slight confusion to his sudden annoyance of my time keeping.

"You said you leave to work and will be back at 5 3 0 every day. This says 6 4 5" he continued and held up my alarm clock.

"Its half five and quarter to six, you don't just read the numbers separately... and I had to work a little longer... sorry. Have you eaten?"

"The box wont work".

"You mean the microwave? Did you press the start button?"

Sandor just scowled at me and turned away. Shaking my head in return, I finally found a moment to kick off my shoes and hang my coat up before dragging myself to the kitchen.

"I've been thinking.... about your situ" I tried to say before I suddenly felt him stood right behind me and his hands on my hips.

"Sandor" I sighed and closed my eyes and his hands began to glide up my body and being to undo the buttons on my blouse.

"What have you been thinking? He growled into my ear before gently nibbling on it with his teeth as his stubble tickled my neck.

"I... I've... fuck" I suddenly sighed as he pushed his hands into my bra and he squeezed tightly on my nipples.

"What?" He growled again and then went to kiss up and down my neck.

"Sandor" I whispered now as i rolled my head back into his chest and reached out for the kitchen side as he moved one hand back down my body and into my trouser pants.

"I like the sound of my name from your lips. I'm going to make you say it over and over".

He had pushed his hand between my legs now and I couple feel his fingers begin to tease my body as I squeezed my eyes shut. His other hand was stick squeezing and pulling on my breasts as he sucked and nibbled my neck.

"Sandor" I cried out a hit louder this time, wanting him to do so much more as my body grew wild for him.

"That's it" he smirked and pulled my trousers and knickers down to my ankles before pushing me to bend over the kitchen counter.

With one hand on my lower back, he used his legs to push mine further apart so my bare ass was completely stuck out. I could hear him pulling down his own sweat pants with his other hand before gently moving to run his fingers in between my legs. With not another word between us, I felt the tip of his rub and touch my entrance gently before suddenly pushing deep inside of me.

"Fuckkk" I cried out and threw my head back so all my hair flung back.

With one hand, Sandor grabbed onto all my hair and pulled, not hard, but hard enough to cause the right mixture of pain and pleasure. With his other hand, he leant closer and grabbed onto one of breats as he began to pound himself into me.

"Sandor" I moaned as clinged onto the kitchen counter even tighter.

"You like me fucking you. Fucking you hard from behind. Making you mine" he growled and moved harder into me.

"P..p... please" I hissed and arched my back more so I could feel him even deeper.

After a few minutes, although all sense of time and space had completely left me, he suddenly span me around to face him. Cupping my ass he lifted me onto the counter before returning to moving inside of me.

"I want to see your eyes, I want to look at them as I fuck you and you try my name" he grunted before quickly slamming his lips against mine and pushing his tongue into my mouth.

Despite the fact that we were just fucking, and fucking hard and rough, I had never felt so connected to someone. I wanted every part of my body to be connected to his, to feel his skin on mine. As I kissed him back and wrapped my arms around his broad shoulders, I knew I never wanted this feeling to end.

All good things had to come to an end though, and as my body shook hard against his and I practically screamed out his name and other various swear words, I felt him also reach his climax. By the time we had both finished, we were both breathless and covered in sweat. He didn't seem to care though and gently lifted my lifeless and exhausted body off the counter and then even more surprisingly, he gently carried me across my crappy studio and onto the sofa.

"Shall I just order us a pizza?" I laughed once I had finally caught my breath.

"That the round bread with the cheese?"

"Yeah, the round bread with the cheese" I smiled and gently leaned up to kiss him.