GoT One-Shots Book 3!

Age Doesn't Matter to Me(Sandor x fem!reader*)

(Modern AU. * = can be read as gender neutral. Request was for fem!reader)

Sandor wasn't stupid. He really wasn't. He wasn't oblivious to what you were doing. What he didn't understand was why? Why were you staying in a relationship with him? You were beautiful, lively, and everything else he wasn't. Not to mention you were at least 10 years younger than he was. So why were you with him?

"I can feel you staring, Sandor," you said as you looked up from what you were doing on your computer with a smile. "What's on your mind?" you asked. You gave him your full attention, which made him slightly uncomfortable. It didn't matter how long you'd been together or how often you assure him that you didn't care about the scars. Sandor was still uneasy when you fully focused on him.

"What are we doing?" he answered your question with one of his own. Your brows came together in confusion. Sandor continued, "Why are you with me, Y/N? You deserve better. I'm too old for you. People talk." He looked away from you, but could feel your stare practically drilling holes into the side of his head.

For a little while, you didn't reply. Sandor's negative thoughts crept in. He just knew you were going to leave now. To his surprise, he felt your hand on his unscarred cheek a moment later. Even after being together for a while, Sandor still didn't want you touching the scarred cheek and you knew that. You gently turned his face so he would look at you.

When his eyes met yours again, you smiled. "Screw them," you said, "Other people's opinions don't matter, Sandor. I'm with you because I want to be. Your hide behind a tough wall, but I know that you're more than the gruff beast you make yourself out to be. Your past doesn't matter. Your scars don't matter. And your age sure as hells doesn't matter to me. I want to be with you, Sandor."

Sandor stared up at you with wide eyes. You took your free hand and ran your fingers through his hair. Sandor let his hands rest on your hips. "If you want to end this, I will understand, Sandor, but know that whatever your insecurities are, I will be here as long as you want me." His grip on your hips tightened a little. You leaned in and kissed him softly.

"Come on," you urged, stepping away from him and taking his hands in yours. Sandor stood. It didn't matter how tall you stood, Sandor always towered above you and you loved it. Sandor let you pull him behind you toward your bedroom. You lied down and gestured for Sandor to do the same. With a slight roll of his eyes, Sandor did what you asked.

Normally, Sandor would hold you, but this time, when he moved to lie the way you typically did, you shook your head. You scooted up further on the bed and pulled Sandor to rest his head on your chest. Your fingers carded through his hair. Sandor felt himself relax slowly as his arms wrapped around your waist. He'd deny it later, but he let out a soft sigh of content. You were the only one who had the ability to turn him into putty.

The two of you cuddled in the quiet room for a while. Sandor lost track of time. In that moment, Sandor believed the words you'd said. You wanted to be with him. The age difference didn't matter. That didn't stop his own doubts from creeping in. He'd had such a rough life, he just couldn't help but look at the negative sometimes.

"Stop it," you scolded gently in the dark room. It was as if you could read Sandor's mind. He shifted his head slightly so he could look up at you. "I know your brain is working overtime. Stop. I told you, it doesn't matter. I love you and nothing is going to change that."

Sandor blinked in surprise. You'd just told him you loved him. You said it so casually and matter-of-fact that it was almost as if you hadn't realized you'd said it. That was proven false when you leaned down and whispered, "I meant it." You kissed his forehead before sitting up again.

Sandor reached up to grip your chin lightly. Without letting go, Sandor slowly sat up. He searched your eyes. He found absolutely no sign that you were toying with him. Your smile was sincere as you waited for him to do or say anything. "I mean it too," he said before kissing you fiercely. He felt the words, but he didn't know if he could say them. That didn't seem to matter in the moment. You returned the kiss just as passionately.