But all your flaws and scars are mine

Chapter 9

Hey there loves!!

I'm not going to give any more lemon warnings because they're going to pop up whenever these two pop up ha ha ha sorry, I like bad puns!

However, WARNING, we dive into Sandor's past some more so it's a tad dark in this chapter.

Okay, read, enjoy and please comment!

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Sansa sighs a contented sound as she nuzzles her face into my chest, one arm over my middle and her legs tangled with mine.

That dark place within me allowed my thoughts to wander to the possibility she would run at the first opportunity. Perhaps it was all bull, the honesty, the promise of more. My heart was in my throat waiting for her to get up, dress and leave, once the fucking was over.

I can feel every bone and muscle in my body loosen as I look down at Sansa, comfortable and happy in my arms. It seems as if she wouldn't rather be anywhere else. The feeling is mutual.

Lacing the fingers of one hand with hers and trailing the fingertips of the other up and down her back, I've never felt so calm in all my life.

"You didn't have any plans for the rest of the weekend did you?" She asks against my skin after a few more minutes of quiet.

I meet her gaze and furrow my brow. "No. Why?"

Sansa smiles at me and turns to kiss my shoulder. "I was hoping we could stay right here, until forced otherwise."

I laugh out loud in delight. "Aye, you read my mind little bird." I respond before leaning down to press a soft kiss to her lips.

This might not be the right time but I can't stop myself. "Sansa, can I ask you something?"

It's her turn to look confused and maybe a tad wary. "Of course."

"When we spoke earlier, of the past, I sort of thought you'd have someone else to mention." I start with, hoping she'll catch my drift, maybe I can skip past my query all together. No such luck.

"Like?" She presses me.

I sigh, feeling like a tool. "Well, you've said your book is based on your life. I was wondering who the lucky bastard at the end is about?"

Recognition flashes over Sansa's face before she giggles. "Oh!" She squeaks out in between laughter. "I forget about that sometimes."

I feel my eyes widen like saucers as she continues.

"Only because it's the one truly, purely fictional aspect of the story. Everything else might be altered or elaborated but the new love interest is solely from my imagination."

"I see." I say to her with a nod and a feeling of inner relief. Jealous of a fake man, great Clegane, just great. "Why did you add it in?"

Sansa sighs. "My story flowed from me with ease. It was the best therapy I had at the time. No offense to my doctor who is fabulous, but this was about me, from me and for me." She's turned serious now and I worry I've ruined our post coital bliss.