GoT One-Shots Book 3!

A Secret Relationship (Sandor Clegane x reader) Modern-ish AU

You paced around the living room, wringing your hands. Sandor had been gone way too long for your liking. It was strange, living and working together all the time, and then suddenly not be together every moment. You had wanted desperately to fight against Sandor going, but you couldn't. You weren't supposed to be in a relationship at all. It was technically against the rules, but you and Sandor just couldn't seem to help it. You gravitated toward one another and eventually decided to say screw the rules.

"Come on, Sandor. Where are you?" you questioned quietly to the empty house. You went back to your pacing even though you were supposed to be attempting to cook. "You're gonna wear a hole in the floor; you keep pacing like that." You stopped pacing and whipped around to see your giant of a boyfriend standing in the doorway of the kitchen. For a moment, you couldn't even breathe, let alone move.

He looked no worse for wear. A little thinner and his beard was a little more full, but he was there. Your Sandor was there. "Sandor," you finally managed to breathe out before launching yourself at him. He caught you with ease, having gone through this exact thing every single time he was gone for more than a couple of days. It wasn't that you were necessarily needy. You just missed him.

"I missed you," you said, though your voice was muffled by his chest or shoulder. You weren't exactly sure which and you didn't care at the time. "I wasn't gone that long." You let out a little noise of complaint when he tried to pry you off him. "Y/N...I need a shower and some food." You made the noise again, prompting Sandor to sigh heavily. He carried you over to the couch and sat down with you draped across his lap. "Better?" You nodded against him.

Sandor's stomach grumbled, but he made no move to get up. He knew you needed this time, although he didn't understand why. He knew you loved him but he still couldn't believe that you loved him THAT much. In his own eyes, he wasn't worthy of you. Never had been and never would be. But you always reassured him that you were there for him. It never failed to surprise him.

Sandor hadn't had the best childhood. One look at the scars along his face and anyone could see that. His brother was a psychopathic bully and his father had always favored the older of the two boys and their mother died. Sandor was left scarred, unloved, and alone. He spent most of his life that way. Sure, he'd had a date here and there, but nothing permanent until he met you.

He was pretty certain it was the way you smiled at him when you first met that was his downfall. There had been no disgust at the sight of his face. No fear from his glare. Nothing but real tenderness and compassion. As he got to know you, Sandor fell harder and harder each day, but said nothing. You made the first move, even knowing that both of you could lose your jobs. It was a risk you were both willing to take and now, here you were, four years later, in no rush to leave each other's company any time soon.

Another rumble from his stomach even had you picking your head up from his shoulder and laughing. "Alright. I get it. Feed the beast. Go grab a shower and I'll see if I can salvage whatever it was I was cooking." You moved to get off his lap, but Sandor pulled you back down. Before you could utter a protest, Sandor kissed you softly.

"I love you, you know that right?" you asked him. His brown eyes met your (e/c) ones and he nodded. "I don't understand how or why, but I know you do. I love you too." You grinned. "I know. Now go bathe. You're smelling a little ripe there." Sandor growled playfully at you as you got up and walked back into the kitchen. He watched you go with a rare smile on his face.

"You could join me," he called after you, "And give me a proper homecoming." You poked your head out of the kitchen and laughed. "Perv. Go on." With a deep chuckle, Sandor hauled himself off the couch. He showered as quickly as he could, wanting to be back in your company sooner rather than later. Plus, he really was hungry. After he was showered and dressed, Sandor left the bathroom. In an instant, he could tell the atmosphere of the place had changed. Something was different. Sandor came into the kitchen to find the table set, complete with candles and you standing there in your very best.

"What's all this?" he asked, making you grin. "I thought you deserved a nice welcome home." Sandor stared at you for a moment. It may not have seemed like much to other people but to him, these small gestures were what made Sandor feel so loved by you. He took your hand and pulled you to him. "Dance with me?" you asked quietly. It was only then that Sandor noticed the music softly playing in the background.

Sandor contemplated telling you no. He wasn't much for dancing, but you looked up at him with those puppy eyes and he couldn't deny you anything. Sandor began moving to the music and you sighed happily. You stared up into his eyes with nothing but pure love. The two of you were so engrossed in each other, neither of you realized that Sandor had forgotten to lock the door when he came in.

The home you shared with Sandor had been yours alone at first. When you started dating, you would only lock the door when you were sleeping or if Sandor was there. You had pretty much an open-door policy for friends and family when you were home. A fact that you had quickly forgotten when Sandor moved in since hardly anyone took advantage of it. Now you wished you had locked the door.

"Well, this is a surprise." You and Sandor jumped apart as you eyes swung over to the door. Beric Dondarrion, your oldest friend and your employer, was there watching you with a smirk on his face. "Beric! What are you doing here?" you asked. "Apparently interrupting something," he replied with a chuckle. You tripped over your tongue as you tried to explain everything while Sandor just stood there. He didn't care one bit what Beric thought about your relationship, but he didn't want you to lose your job either.

"Relax, Y/N. It's obvious you two care about each other and it's not effecting your work. I'm not going to fire you. Not today anyway. I just noticed that you haven't been yourself lately and thought I'd see if I could help. Clearly, I'm no longer needed so I will leave and let you carry on. Y/N. Clegane." With that, he was gone.

You turned to Sandor in surprise. Your expression made Sandor laugh, prompting you to glare at him. "Don't laugh. I almost pissed myself. I thought I would be fired for sure. Or you would be." Sandor pulled you to him again. "Well, that's not going to happen. I'd make sure of it." You smiled again. Your smile managed to make Sandor's heart rate pick up. "I love you," you whispered before hugging him close to you again. "I love you too." Sandor began to sway again, rocking ever so gently. Your dinner grew cold and the candles started to flicker, but neither of you cared. You were too busy being wrapped up in one another and your no-longer-secret relationship.