Dark of Night
Ship: Sandor Clegane/Sansa Stark
Rating: NC-17 (just barely)
Summary: Future AU porn.
As he moved over and inside of her, she bit her lip and closed her eyes. There was nothing to see in the dark of the inn room. The moon was clouded over and he'd put out the candle that had led them up the stairs to this place. She focused on the creaking of the bed frame in tandem with his breathing and the warmth of his back and the thin ropes of scars. They were to fine to have been laid down by whips. It was the only way he would let her touch him. Attempts to wind her fingers through his hair or to kiss him had resulted in him pushing her away, down against the thin sagging mattress.
It was a dangerous thing to do, but with beneath him she felt safe. For the time, there were only two people in the world. With only two in the world, who was there to hurt her?
"Tell me you're mine," he groaned.
"I'm yours," Sansa said quietly.
"Tell me you belong to me, Little Bird."
He reached between them to brush the pad of his thumb over the place between her legs, still sensitive from being teased with his tongue and fingers before he had moved over her to take his pleasure.
"Sing for me," he demanded.
Sansa arched against him, unable to say anything.
Rating: NC-17 (just barely)
Summary: Future AU porn.
As he moved over and inside of her, she bit her lip and closed her eyes. There was nothing to see in the dark of the inn room. The moon was clouded over and he'd put out the candle that had led them up the stairs to this place. She focused on the creaking of the bed frame in tandem with his breathing and the warmth of his back and the thin ropes of scars. They were to fine to have been laid down by whips. It was the only way he would let her touch him. Attempts to wind her fingers through his hair or to kiss him had resulted in him pushing her away, down against the thin sagging mattress.
It was a dangerous thing to do, but with beneath him she felt safe. For the time, there were only two people in the world. With only two in the world, who was there to hurt her?
"Tell me you're mine," he groaned.
"I'm yours," Sansa said quietly.
"Tell me you belong to me, Little Bird."
He reached between them to brush the pad of his thumb over the place between her legs, still sensitive from being teased with his tongue and fingers before he had moved over her to take his pleasure.
"Sing for me," he demanded.
Sansa arched against him, unable to say anything.