Wounds (Sansa & Sandor)

Chapter IX

She saw through the small window of the cabin, the white crescent that illuminated, with its dim winter light, directly the bed where they were.

She felt Sandor's soft breath behind her and the brush of his beard on her neck. His hands crossed at her waist and hers joined his.

They were naked, covered with abundant blankets on Sandor's bed. Just a few minutes before, they had given free rein to their most primary instincts and had looked desperately at each other until they were satisfied.

To Sansa, feeling him like that, gripping her tightly, gave him security for the first time in a long time. Possibly, since she was a silly girl in Winterfell, only worried about finding her prince charming ... and without being aware of all the pain she would have to live.

She closed her eyes thinking about what had just happened in that room, and smiled.

When she reached her cabin, she couldn't stop turning from side to side. She didn't want him to think about her ... No ... she couldn't leave things like that ...

Suddenly, and without knowing why, she realized that she only had one option ... Go to him, and show her everything ... Undress her body and soul in front of him ... but she could never imagine what what was happening to her ... Feeling so ... so fiercely sensual when he kissed her, hugged her, and lifted her up to that wooden wall that she now stared at ... and everything that had come felt inside her, when few Minutes before, she was sure she was dead inside.

A tear fell down her cheek ... and then another followed ... and another ... A deep sadness gripped her. That was what her life had to have been.. instead of suffering at the hands of Joffrey, and at the hands of Ramsay ...

She started shaking ...

Sandor quickly grabbed her shoulders and laid her face up on the bed. He saw the tears on her face and her expression.

- Little bird! Little bird! .- He called her, sitting up slightly and taking his alabaster face in his hands -... Sansa! What's wrong with you? ... Did I hurt you? ... Tell me ... please ...

Sansa fixed her wet eyes on him and saw the fear in them. She immediately hugged him, hiding from hersadness in his formidable chest. They sat on the bed, naked, surrounded by blanket, not separating one millimeter from each other, until Sansa stopped shaking, while Sandor kept stroking her long bush of fire red hair.

- It has been all so horrible, so cruel, since the day I left Winterfell ...- she began to tell him, trying to stop crying, without raising her head from his chest.-... This, what we just doing is what it should have been ... not all that ... Cruel men who had fun making me suffer ...

Sandor closed her eyes hearing Sansa's voice full of pain. He didn't want to interrupt her and just hugged her harder.

- ... even Littlefinger, who in his hellish way, was the one who humiliated me the most ... It was he who constantly took advantage of me ... and he who wanted to turn me into his toy ... I know that sooner or later he would have forced me to become his wife ... staying with me and with all the benefit that could bring ...

- But you prove yourself to be much smarter than him ...- Sandor told her slowly speaking his ear.

Sansa smiled slightly, raised her head and stared at him.

- I wasn't like that ... I wasn't glad I was able to order a man killed. Nor to make Ramsay's dogs eat him ... .- The crying threatened to return, but Sansa took a deep breath and managed to prevent her from doing so. She ran her tongue over her lips and kept talking- .. Sandor ... I just wanted to be happy ... I've seen so much death ... and I feel like I've lost so much in my life ...- One of her hands on Sandor's burned face -... What just happened is ...- she shook her head from side to side -... it has been ...