theladyofwinterfell | morethanbark; clegane keep

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morethanbark; clegane keep

( Sansa's life has only become worse since her betrothal with Joffrey has been broken and he's now betrothed to Margaery Tyrell. Now she's just a traitor's get and the target of his worst tempers and she doesn't know how much more she can take. Joffrey has Ser Boros and Ser Meryn beat her almost daily and he threatens to take her as his mistress even as he's betrothed to someone else; he's yet to do it but Sansa lives in fear of it regardless.

Joffrey decides to hold a tournament in celebration of his upcoming wedding and forces the Kingsguard to enter along with everyone else. Sandor Clegane takes the joust, unhorsing his own brother and killing him on the spot. The maester declares it an accident, even if it is suspicious, and Clegane is entitled to any prize he wants. He doesn't name a queen of love and beauty, instead just tossing the flowers vaguely Sansa's way, and Joffrey demands he take his prize. )

Come on, Hound, surely there's something you want. Do you want the Stark girl? Lady Sansa is bruised and beaten but nobody's fucked her yet. You could fuck her as much as you want.

( Sansa colors bright and tries to figure out a way out of this - what is she going to do, truly? She presses her lips together and when she speaks, it sounds older than a girl on the cusp of seventeen. )

Your Grace, forgive me, but Ser Gregor's death means that Ser Sandor is now Lord of Clegane Keep. It'd be a much more worthy prize to award me as wife than a one time prize. He could ruin me over and over.

( Joffrey thinks about it for a long moment and claps his hands. )

It's settled then! Hound, you'll marry Lady Sansa and then we'll have a bedding in front of the Court. That's your prize for the tourney.

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You don't have to be cruel to me because you hate him. I want to be a good wife to you. I want to love you and...just try? Please? All I ask is that you try.

( Sansa is already nude so she sits at the edge of the bed, waiting for Sandor to finish with his boots. He's muscled as heavily as she'd imagined he would be, thick cords of muscle dotted with the scars of a warrior. )

[ A frustrated kind of growl lodges in his throat at that; she's far too naive for this, she doesn't know what she's asking. But what's done is done, for better or worse, so he tugs his boots free before undoing his belt and loosening the ties at the front of his trousers, and with the rest discarded he's left just as naked as she. ]

I said I'd protect you and I meant it. Doesn't mean I'll make a good husband, whether or not I try. That's not me being cruel, it's me being honest.

[ He doesn't even bother getting into love. She's too good a person to be saddled with that curse, for him of all people. ]

( Sansa stiffens her spine and holds her head up high. She's determined to have a true marriage and to bear children whether Sandor wants her to or not. Surely he can find something about her that he likes, can't he? She cannot be entirely displeasing. )

Teach me...teach me to please you here in our bedchamber so that you'll be with me here if nowhere else. I don't expect you to change entirely but I want children, Sandor, and I know I have to do this to get them. I want you to come to me and only me for this.

Greedy, for a girl who's never been bedded before.

[ There's nothing for it, clearly, she's hells-bent on seeing it through. Who is he to deny her, at at least he'll get off before he shatters the fairy tale she's told herself. Because he's absolutely certain, even if he tried his hardest, he'd only shatter it anyway. ]

You please me fine just as you are. But if you're that certain this is what you want, then come stand in front of me.

( Sansa stands before him, only trembling a bit from cold and uncertainty. She isn't afraid of him, by any means, but she is worried about this act. It's been described to her violently and he's big enough to be violent. Still, she steels her spine and stands as still as she can. )

Yes, my lord?

[ He reaches forward, eyes meeting hers and holding her gaze, a hand resting on her hip to tug her closer, more gentle than it could be but certainly less so as well. His other hand reaches to trace along her shoulder, down her arm. ]

Are you afraid of me, little bird?

Not you. Just the act.

( That much is very true and Sansa keeps her eyes on his face while she says it, wanting to be brave for him. She wants to do this very much, wants to be a true wife, and she has to get through tonight to do that. )

I only know the bad things about it. I want you to teach me the good things.

You really have never been touched, haven't you.

[ He chuckles, low but at least sincerely amused this time, and leans in to kiss her, rough but at least sincere. ]

Touch where you like then, since it's all yours now anyway.

( Sansa hadn't expected to be given so much choice and so for a moment, she has no idea where to touch him. She skims her fingertips along the scars dotting his chest and abdomen, admiring the strength in the muscles. He'd not be a bad looking man if he hadn't been burned, she thinks, and the more she knows him the less she cares about the burned side.

Sansa's fingertips reach his hips and then she looks down, taking in the length of him. He's bigger than she expected but she's not sure what she expected, never having seen this part of a man before. She draws her fingertips against him, curious, and looks up into his face. )

Am I allowed to touch here?

[ He keeps still under the contact, watching her as she traces her way down, and when she gets to his hips he all but holds his breath, waiting to see what she does. He expects her to pause, to hold off, get shy when faced with the reality, but she doesn't. Instead, she reaches, careful, but it's something.

The question gets a smirk. ]

If there's to be a bedding, someone has to.

( Sansa does get shy then but she wraps her hand around him, wanting to familiarise herself with her new husband. She tips her head up to look at him as she does. )

How should I touch, my lord?

[ Looking down at her, it's certainly a sight he could get used to, at least.

He sucks in a breath as fingers wrap around him, but holds her gaze evenly. ]

It's a cock, girl, not a wild animal, any way'll do long as you're not trying to tear it off. Most work their way up and down.

Well, I've never seen one before so I thought to ask before I hurt you. I didn't want to do anything wrong and you could have some patience with me.

( Sansa wraps her hand around him more firmly, stroking up and down the way he'd suggested. Her tongue comes out to wet her lower lip as she does and she concentrates a bit, trying to coax him to pleasure. )

I haven't forced it in your mouth yet, that's far more patience than most others in this city would give you.

[ A comment that doesn't help, he's fully aware, but it's what comes out and there's no taking it back.

Her movements, unpracticed as they may be, have their effect all the same; flesh responds to the stimulation, breaths roughening slightly. ]

( Sansa frowns a bit and takes her hand away, embarrassed and a little prickled that he doesn't seem to want to do anything to make this be a good experience for either of them. )

Why are you being so cruel? I want to learn and I want to be with you and all you've done is insult me over it.

[ Her hand drops, a frustrated groan following after it as much for the loss of the friction as the words that follow it, but at least he checks whatever sharp words sit on his tongue immediately. He drags in a breath to gain some distance, hazards better chosen ones when he finds them. ]

When have I been anything other than cruel. Did you think a ceremony was going to make me anything other than what I am?

[ Why would she choose him, that's the part he's having trouble getting past. He understands going along because there's no better option, but she seems to want it, past obligation, and that he doesn't understand. ]

No, I didn't, but I thought you might want to lay with me and me enjoy it. Instead, you seem determined to have me hate it. Do you want my mouth, then? Is that what you want?

( Sansa doesn't know how to perform the act he's asking for but she imagines if he wants it, he'll tell her how. )

[ He scowls at that, but her words hit where they're meant to. He sighs, heavy and disgusted, though only with himself. So he shakes his head, words softer this time, if even more careful. ]

I don't want you to hate it.

[ Another beat, hesitating, then: ]

Would you still want this if you hadn't been given away as a prize?

I manipulated them into giving me to you for a reason. I want this and I don’t want to hear anything else about it, all right?

( Sansa draws closer again and puts her hands on his chest. )

Show me what to do.

[ He's doubtful, but words and actions are enough to get past that. He leans in as his own answer, presses a rough kiss to her lips and guides her hand back to where it had been, helping her find the motion as he rests his other hand on her side. ]

You were doing just fine before, girl.

( Sansa moves her hand along his cock again, slowly, and finds it's difficult to do both that and rise up on her feet to kiss him at the same time; for the first time in her life, she's simply too short. She looks up at him for a moment, questioning. )

I can't kiss you and do this at the same time, I'm not tall enough unless you lean down.

[ Her movements drag a breath out of him, long and steady as he leans down to accommodate. His hand skates up her side, tracing over ribs, up to cup her breast, gently at first. ]

Better?

( His hand at her breast is different but so very welcome and Sansa inhales sharply, skin prickling in goosebumps at the feel of his rough fingers against her soft skin. He's close enough to kiss now so she kisses him, parting her mouth beneath his so he might deepen it for her. Sansa has no experience, not really, but she's willing to learn so long as he's willing to teach. )

[ She opens for him and he takes advantage, a curious swipe of tongue as he grinds his palm against the swell of flesh underneath, an arch of hips into the attentions of her hand to encourage. ]

( Sansa has never kissed like this before, not with a man's hand heavy on her breast and her own hand on his bare cock. She brushes her thumb over the head of it briefly, adding that to the rhythm of her strokes. If he likes it, he'll be well pleased with her, and he'll bed her and get a child on her quickly. )

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