The First Snow

PART XIV: Sansa

When Sandor shoved Sansa away, it was the first time in her life that she had felt power. Not his physical strength, but the power she held over him. A towering monster who people feared yet she could make him lose control. She smiled to herself, giddy and intoxicated, life coursed through her and she wanted more.

He did not speak to her for the rest of the evening, when it grew dark and the streets were quiet she heard him slip outside. Arya was snoring her belly full of stale bread and cheap watered down wine. Sansa sulked in the darkness waiting for him to return. An hour later when he slipped through the door she didn't pretend to sleep. He moved to where she was laying on her side on the floor and knelt with the grace of a man a quarter of his size. The air around him was sweet, he hadn't been drinking like she thought. Taking her hand he guided her to her feet, he gently undid her braid running his hands through her hair.

Sansa tilted her face up, but he was already turning away guiding her out of the rear door. The small carriage house glowed from within. Sansa suddenly felt her power draining away.

When he opened the door, her nose filled with lavender, something she hadn't smelled since she left Winterfell. Candles dotted the room and in the center of the room, a pallet covered in cloth made Sansa's belly flip.

Sandor didn't look at her when he spoke. "I have thought of nothing but you since leaving Kingslanding."

When Sansa didn't speak he continued.

"I knew it wasn't right to ask you to come with me but you are the only thing, person I have ever wanted and it's not because I wanted to spite that little prick."

Sansa slipped her blouse over her head while his back was still turned. Then started to undo her breaches.

When Sandor finally stopped professing his heart to her and turned, she was fully unclothed except for the stockings secured just above her knee. For a heartbeat he didn't move just taking her in from head to toe.

In the last year her breasts had grown heavy and her hips had blossomed gifting her with curves that her mother couldn't boast of. She smiled when she thought of Shae telling her she would command a great price as a whore.

Before she was destined to marry Tyrion, when Shae had still been her beloved friend. She had begun to teach her the ways of a lover. She taught her how to seduce a man, keep him interested and make him forget. A pang of sadness washed over her when she remembered she didn't say goodbye.

The pain was short felt, Sandor pulled her against his chest the friction from his clothes made her shiver. Hugging her to his body he lowered them both to the pallet.

Sansas breath quickened when he parted her legs with his knee then settled his hips between her thighs she raised her knees to accommodate him.

When the were face to face Sansa reached down to his waist tugging at his doublet. Propping himself up with one arm he helped her pull his shirt off.

Finally skin to skin Sansa propped herself up on her elbows and kissed Sandors chest, her hands tentatively explored lower. When she pulled back he was watching her, letting her play.

Emboldened, she touched his waist then reached into his breeches, he grunted before she even found his cock. She kissed his neck.

"You shaved." She found his jawline and peppered kisses along it before finding his lips. Curling her leg around his she stretched her foot down to his calf.

"I can't even reach all of you." She laughed.

With little effort, Sandor turned the tables and she found herself straddling him. Her eyes widened when he sat up so they were face to face still started by his agility. He kissed her deeply, when he cupped her breasts she pressed herself more deeply against him.