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There was a heavy weight across her abdomen. There was also a radiating heat against her back and it took a moment before the memories of last night washed over her. Her eyes opened with a flash as her cheeks turned a bright red.

The heat came from the man who was pressed against her back and the weight was his large arm that held her tightly to him. She waited for the flash of embarrassment over the fact that they were both still completely nude but it never came. Instead the feel of his hairy body against hers brought back delicious flashes of last night and how great everything had been. Kissing him, holding him, having him. It had all been amazing and she couldn’t help but wonder what he would think of the fact that she wanted him again. She could only hope that he didn’t regret the whole thing.

“Hmm…” His deep set voice was even raspier with sleep and she had to bite her lip to keep in the needy sound she almost let slip when his arms tightened around her.

I have never reacted so physically to anyone before, let alone someone's voice. What is happening to me?

“Fuck.” Sansa had never liked it when people cursed but it added another thrill to his amazing voice to hear such crude language and she couldn’t help but press back towards him. His large hand moved to span across her stomach and it trembled as his large fingers caressed the soft skin. “Sansa.”

She hummed low in her throat as his warm mouth pressed a gentle kiss against her shoulder. She couldn’t keep in a giggle as he dragged his bearded chin up her neck, tickling her. The soft laughter that he huffed out against the side of her face had her smiling as she turned her face to look at him.

Even this close there was that surge again, somehow it had gotten so tangible that she felt like she could almost touch it as much as she could touch him. His silver eyes searched her face and she tilted her chin up towards him. Thankfully he understood what she wanted and pressed a soft kiss to her lips.

“Good morning.” His lips twitched as he looked down at her and she turned around so that she could wrap her arms around him properly.

“Good morning,” he said back and followed his words with another soft kiss that turned firmer when she grasped the back of his head. He hummed against her lips and it sent a jolt into her core that made her throw her leg over his hip pulling him so close that she could feel him growing against her. “A really good fucking morning.”

“Yeah?” she asked shyly and the deadpanned look he gave her made her chuckle. Her chuckle died in her throat when his large hand grasped her buttcheek and pressed her core flush against him. “Oh!”

He didn’t answer her instead he moved his face down her jaw, kissing his way down her throat. She released a shivered breath as his hot lips made their way back towards her mouth and she involuntarily rocked against him, making him groan against her skin. As his tongue pressed into her mouth she was surprised that she felt so ready for him after only a few moments of kissing and rocking against each other.

She turned half away to be able to pull out her bedside drawer and turned back with a condom in her hand. She had thought it impossible but his eyes turned even more heated then and with a shy smile she put the condom on him. His breath hitched as she held him in her hand and she felt impossibly powerful with how he kept looking at her in heated awe. She threw her leg over his hips again and took her bottom lip between her teeth as she slowly guided him inside of her.

“Oh fuck…” he gasped out in a half whine, half moan and the large hand that still held her butt squeezed it even harder and pressed her as close as she could be in that position. When she rocked her hips gently against him he whined again and the needy sound spurred on her own desire.

She kept a slow steady pace as his hand on her butt guided their movements and she found purchase on his shoulder. His eyes held hers and the tender amazement lingered in his eyes and she felt as if it’s twin lived in her heart. It was strange, they were supposed to be strangers but he didn’t feel like a stranger. They didn’t really know anything about each other but she knew she wanted to know everything.

At this moment she learned that despite his size and strength he was gentle and caring. She learned that whenever she tightened her grip on his shoulder or pressed herself more firmly onto him he let out this needy little whine that made her moan in return.

He gave her all of the control and she had never felt more powerful or desired and when her orgasm hit her it wasn’t a sudden push over the edge. Instead it came in waves that kept washing over her, making her whole body tremble as she clinged to him. He pressed his lips in a firm kiss against hers as she felt him start to tremble too.

“Oh fu… Sansa…” She sagged against him then and he held her in a firm grip as he came down from his own high. There was a moment of pure happiness as he moved his lips to kiss her cheek and she felt it flush.

She wasn’t sure what was going to happen next but she didn’t feel anxious, she felt excited. She could only hope he felt the same. At least he wasn’t pushing her away and rushing out of there like she imagined one would do after a one night stand.

Can you still call it a one night stand when you had sex the day after too? I’ll have to check with Margaery.

Sandor’s dark thick eyebrow rose in question at her puzzled look and she found herself flushing even deeper. Just then his stomach growled loudly and it broke the tension, making them both chuckle.

“So, breakfast?” she suggested and he eagerly nodded.

“Is it okay if I use your bathroom?” he asked and when she nodded he pulled away to sit up on the bed. He looked over his shoulder at her and with a small smile he leaned down to kiss her softly before he hurried out to the bathroom.

The giddy feeling in her chest had her grinning as she put clothes on. The blue jeans and black and white striped long sleeved shirt she put on was nowhere near as sexy or glamorous as the dress she had worn last night but since he had a pretty simple style himself she didn’t think he would judge her.

She had made her way into the kitchen and as she put her hair up in a messy bun he stepped out of the bedroom. He had put on his clothes from last night and there were a few water droplets in his beard, as if he had quickly washed his face.

He smiled hesitantly at her before walking over and she opened the fridge. There was a pink tint of embarrassment to her cheeks when she took in the practically empty shelves. She had planned on going grocery shopping after work yesterday but since Margaery had other plans she had forgotten all about it.

“I’m sorry I don’t have that much…” she started as he looked inside the fridge over her shoulder. She was yet again surprised by the heat that he radiated and how badly she wanted to lean into that heat. Lean into him.

“I could make some cheese and ham omelettes,” he suggested and she turned her head to smile up at him. Of course he could cook. Because there just had to be another reason for her to like him.

“Great. Do you want tea or coffee?” It turned out that he drank his coffee black and he looked horrified when she poured enough milk in her cup to turn her coffee a light brown.

“I take it you are not one of those who jump for joy when the seasonal drinks are put on the menu,” she teased as they sat down at her small round kitchen table.

“Seasonal drinks?” he asked confused and she figured he wasn’t the kind of guy who went to hipster coffee shops or cafées.

“From the first of October we’ve got Pumpkin Latte on the menu and closer to Christmas we have nutmeg, cinnamon and gingerbread lattes. And people are crazy about them.” His face scrunched up in disgust and she chuckled. “You can’t knock it until you’ve tried it.”

“Yeah, that’s not gonna happen.” He shook his head and she gave him a soft smile.

“If you would have taken me up on my offer of free coffee you could have tasted some.” She said it as a tease but part of her was curious as to why he hadn’t come into the coffeeshop. He obviously had been interested in her too, if last night and this morning was anything to go by. Why hadn’t he come to see her? Had he felt too insecure or shy? She had trouble picturing this huge man as shy but he had shown her moments where he seemed unable to believe that she wanted him too.

“I came in once. You weren’t there…” he said softly and kept his eyes down on his plate but she had heard him and she couldn’t keep the shocked look off her face. “I mean… I was in the area and…”

“I thought you said you didn’t put your foot on University campus?” He lifted his eyes to look at her pleased grin and shook his head with a sigh.

“I said that didn’t I? Fuck I’m stupid…” She wanted to ask what he meant by that but he took a big fork of his omelette and she figured he didn’t want to talk about it anymore. Instead she settled the fact that he had looked for her and ate her omelette with a smile.

“This is really good.” He smiled shyly at her praise and she could have sworn that there was a slight pink tint to his cheeks.

“It’s nothing. I could cook you dinner sometime and really impress you.” A surprised giggle escaped her lips and now she was sure that he was blushing. “I mean… Only if you want to. You don’t have to…”

“I would love that. Feel free to impress me.” He chuckled at her teasing and she wondered if things usually felt this easy going. She couldn’t imagine hooking up with a stranger would entail having breakfast together the next day and feeling this comfortable. She couldn’t really settle the thought that Sandor was a stranger, she didn’t really know anything about him yet she felt like she did know him. “Do you like to cook then?”

“I like it well enough. I have to feed myself so I figured I might as well enjoy what I make.” He said the words with a shrug but something in his body language, the way his jaw clenched, told her that it was something deeper behind it. “My mum died when I was four and my dad could barely cook anything but mac and cheese so my sister and I tried to figure it out.”

“Oh, I’m sorry for your loss.” She knew it was a weak thing to say, but what else could she say? Yet again he just shrugged and she decided to focus on the positive part of his story. “Is she your younger sister?”

“Nah, Ellen’s three years older than me. We basically raised each other. It’s just been me and her for years now.” There was a soft smile on his face when he spoke of his sister and a warmth in his eyes that just confirmed on another level that he was a nice guy. “How about you? Any siblings?”

“Only five.” She couldn’t help but laugh at the shocked expression on his face. She knew that it was a lot and most people today found it a bit insane. And it had been utter chaos some days while growing up but looking back at it now she knew that they had been lucky having such a safe childhood. “I have two younger brothers and a little sister. Then there is my older brother and we also had my cousin growing up with us. He lost his mom, my aunt, when he was five. So there are two protective older brothers in my life.”

“Good to know.” She couldn’t help but blush at his words. He might have said them in jest but to her they sounded like more and she sure hoped that she was understanding him right. That he was hoping to keep seeing her. He had offered to make her dinner some time and she truly hoped that he meant it. “Do you work full time at the coffee shop or…?”

“No, it’s only part time. I am working on my bachelor’s degree in Education. I am in my last year and once I have achieved my Qualified Teacher Status I want to train to become a Special Needs teacher.” There was a new type of look in his eyes that somehow made her cheeks flush deep red. She had never had anyone look at her with such open admiration before and it was a bit overwhelming.

“That’s amazing. There are a lot of kids who would be lucky to have you as their teacher.” Now she was pretty sure she was beet red but it was such a sweet thing for him to say that she couldn’t help but reach out and squeeze his hand.

He opened his mouth as if he was about to say something but was interrupted by the loud sound of the song “Lollipop”. With wide eyes Sandor cursed under his breath as he fished out his phone.

“That fucking numpty keeps changing my ringtone,” he said as a way of explaining and with an apologetic look he got up to answer it. While he moved over to her couch to talk to whoever had called Sansa busied herself with doing the dishes and with a surprised smile she saw O’Malley strut over to Sandor and the cat jumped up into the large man’s lap. While he received his scratches he started purring so loudly that it amazed Sansa.

She had found O’Malley in the back alley of her apartment building, he had been so skinny and scared that it had broken her heart. She had started leaving him food and after a few days he had dared to come up to her and allowed her to touch him. She had petted him for a while and left him some more food. To her great surprise he had decided to follow her inside and since that day he had lived with her. That had been almost three years ago now and he had never allowed anyone else near him. But for some reason he seeked out Sandor’s attention. She had always believed that animals were great judges of character and O’Malley had liked Sandor from the first moment he had met him.

Am I just one step away from being a crazy cat lady if my cat’s opinion on someone means a lot?

The soft smile on Sandor’s face as he scratched the cat behind the ears made Sansa’s heart leap in her chest and it was insane, she knew that, how much she liked him already. She just did.

“Stop hassling me you bawbag. I’ll be there like I am every bloody Saturday.” He hung up his phone with a sigh and Sansa tried to make herself look busy drying the dishes. He came up to stand next to her against the counter and he was so large that he took up almost all the small space of her kitchen.

“That was my mate Bronn, the knobdobber you met last night.” He gave her a slight smile and she looked up at him in confusion.

“I’m not sure what a knobdobber is.” He threw his head back and laughed at her confused face but when he looked back at her again his face turned soft.

“That’s probably a good thing. We play rugby in the park with a bunch of lads every Saturday and he wanted to make sure that I didn’t bail because of some tai… because I’m with you.” She was pretty sure of what he was about to say before he interrupted himself and a part of her didn’t like the term at all but somehow she figured that was Bronn’s words and not Sandor’s. 

She was tempted to ask him to bail, to spend more time with her but that wasn’t an attractive trait. She didn’t want to seem needy or desperate. His grey eyes searched her face almost imploringly and she made her smile light and carefree.

“You don’t want to disappoint your friends.” She kept her voice casual and she hoped that she was making a convincing case of it because on the inside she was really reluctant to see him go. He was silent for a long moment before he nodded.

“Yeah, I guess you’re right.” He turned towards her door and she followed him right behind. What happened next? Did they just say goodbye and never saw each other again? The mere thought of that made her chest hurt.

As he reached the door he turned around and looked down at her with that soft look in his eyes that made her stomach flutter. 

“So… Can I call you…? About that dinner or…?” his hesitant voice made her smile and she nodded eagerly. She didn’t see the point in hiding the fact that she wanted to hear from him. Instead she happily gave him her number and her phone dinged as he sent her a text so that she could save his number.

“Well, have a good weekend then.” She said softly and stood on her toes to press a soft kiss to his lips. His large hand came up to cup her cheek so gently that she was afraid that she might burst from the affection that welled up in her chest. Instead she pulled away and gave him a happy smile.

“You too. I’ll talk to you soon.” She couldn’t keep in a happy smile at that and with an equally pleased grin he walked out of her door and closed it behind him.

With a happy sigh she sat down on the couch and picked up her phone. When she read the message Sandor had sent she threw her head back and laughed.

Unknown number: Don’t forget, you owe me a picture.

She couldn’t fight the excitement in her stomach as she placed her phone on the armrest of the couch and set the timer. She wrapped her arms around her legs and rested her cheek against her knees and smiled softly. It was a nice picture, despite her hair being in a messy bun and she had only remains of last night's makeup on. But she figured that if he liked her he liked this version of her just as much as last night’s so without overthinking it she sent it to him.

Deciding that she couldn’t just sit and wait to see if he responded she decided to take a shower. She probably needed to do some laundry, even though she felt reluctant to wash her sheets. It was probably stupid and silly but she liked that they smelled like him. Like cedar and pine.

Man I’ve got it bad.

She had just wiggled out of her jeans when there was a knock on the door and with a frustrated sigh she grabbed a pair of shorts and threw them on as she hurried over to the door. No one had called her to buzz them in so just to be safe she checked the peephole and her heart jumped in her chest as she hurried to open the door.

She was about to ask Sandor if he had forgotten something but before her mouth could speak the words his lips swallowed them. It was a hard, passionate kiss that had her head spinning and if he hadn’t been cupping her face in his hands she might have stumbled. Instead she found herself grinning stupidly up at him.

“What? Rugby…?” She sounded like an idiot but thankfully he didn’t seem to mind. Instead he pressed a softer kiss to her lips and she was pretty sure her face was set in a permanent smile.

“Fuck it.” Her heart was practically singing in her chest as she wrapped her arms around his broad back and held him close. His arms wrapped around her waist in turn and for what felt like the hundredth time since last night Sansa wondered what the hell was happening. 

“You shouldn’t blow off your friends because of me,” she said against his chest but instead of agreeing with her he scoffed.

“They’ve done it often enough to me.” She lifted her head to look up at him and he looked suddenly shy and unsure. “Unless you’d like to come with me? It’s just a bunch of us playing for fun in the park but we could do something after. Only if you want to though…”

Sansa had never seen a rugby game before, not even a friendly game. She wasn’t that interested in sports and when she grew up it had been football that had been the main sport in their household. She had a vague idea that rugby was more like American football and that it was pretty rough. There was no way that she would enjoy watching that kind of sport yet she still ended up nodding her head.

“It sounds like fun.” No it didn’t. What did sound fun was getting to spend more time with Sandor and him being okay with her meeting some of his friends this soon. 

She was suddenly aware that she hadn’t even showered and was wearing worn ugly shorts. There was no way that she could meet his friends looking like this. Feeling suddenly self conscious, her cheeks flushed and she pulled out of his arms. Sandor’s grey eyes watched her with his brow knitted in concern and she gave him a shy smile.

“I need to take a shower first…” she said and his face relaxed in understanding.

“Yeah, sure. I need to go home and get my stuff too,” he said and cleared his throat. “The park is actually not far from here so I could pick you up on my way back?”

“Or we could meet there. I don’t want you to go through too much trouble…” she offered and the deadpanned look he gave her made her blush even deeper.

“I’ll be back in 30?” he offered and when she nodded he stepped closer and pressed a firm kiss against her mouth. Her stomach flipped and she grinned up at him as he walked backwards towards her door. “Fuck you’re too good to be true.”

He didn’t give her a chance to respond. Instead he turned and walked out of her apartment for the second time and she couldn’t help but wait by it for a few minutes in case he came back. When she felt sure that he wouldn’t she practically ran towards the bathroom. She showered and blow dried her hair in record time only to get stuck staring at the content of her closet.

What do you wear to a friendly rugby game at the park?

She didn’t want to look like she was trying too hard but she still wanted to look good. She wanted him to be happy to introduce her to his friends and she wasn’t sure what type of people they were. Sandor seemed pretty down to earth, sporting jeans and flannel shirts so he wasn’t that into the latest fashion trends. She tried to remember what his friend Bronn had been wearing last night but she barely remembered what he had looked like. Her mind and attention had been too focused on Sandor to take in much of anything else.

Feeling desperate she picked up her phone and dialed Margaery’s number.

“You badass bitch!” Sansa flinched at Margaery’s loud greeting but before she could say anything Margaery continued. “Did his key fit your lock? Or did he have to use his tool to get you opened?” 

Sansa couldn’t help but roll her eyes at Margaery’s bad analogies but bit her tongue. She knew the teasing would only get worse if she tried to protest.

“I am sure you’ve been waiting for hours to say that, but can we please try and focus for a minute?” Sansa said dryly and she heard Margaery sigh. “I need help. What do you wear when you are going to the park to watch a bunch of guys play rugby and then are going to hang out with one of those guys?”

“What? You don’t even like sports, why…? Oh…” Even though Margaery couldn’t see her Sansa ducked her head when her cheeks flushed. “You like him. Shit, that dick must have been a good one!”

“Margaery!” Her scolding only made her friend burst out in laughter and Sansa felt herself getting frustrated. “I have to be ready in 15 minutes and I don’t know what to wear!”

“Oh come on, don’t be a spoilsport! At least tell me something,” Margaery persisted and Sansa took a deep steadying breath.

“Best sex of my life, alright? I swear I will tell you more later if you just help me!” Sansa had to pull the phone away from her ear when Margaery’s glee filled squeal surged through the phone.

“You should wear the deep green knitted sweater with your high waisted black pants. And those flat heeled boots you bought last month.” Sansa would never cease to be amazed over how Margaery seemed to have her wardrobe memorized. Sansa supposed it came with studying fashion design. Her passion for fashion, as Margaery put it.

“Thank you Marg, you are the best.” Sansa offered in gratitude once she had pulled out the items her friend had listed.

“You will pay me back with explicit details. I want positions, number of orgasms, size, rough or sweet, possible kinks…” Sansa only felt a little bad as she hung up on her friend in the middle of her tirade but Sansa needed to give her flushed skin a chance to calm down before she could put on makeup.

She decided to go for a simple look, just putting on some foundation powder and mascara. She didn’t want to look like she was trying too hard, she was watching a rugby game in the park after all. Margaery’s outfit choice personified that perfectly. The green knitted sweater made her hair look even more vibrant and it would keep her warm along with her coat and she looked nice enough for a possible date afterwards.

Exactly 30 minutes after he had left he called to be buzzed in and a few minutes later there was a tentative knock on her door and Sansa opened it, unable to keep from smiling. Sandor stood on the other side of the door, his head ducked a little as he took her in.

“Hi,” she greeted cheerfully but found her smile dimming when he only grunted in return.

He shoved his large hands into the pockets of the black jacket he was wearing and he wasn’t looking her in the eyes. Instead he kept his eyes downcast and his demeanor made Sansa frown. Where was the man who had grabbed her and kissed her senseless the last time she had opened her door for him? It had only been 30 minutes since yet he seemed like a different person now. Standoffish and withdrawn.

God, he’s changed his mind. He doesn’t want me to come but he doesn’t know how to say it.

“You ready to go? If you still want to, that is…” his deep set voice still sent a shiver down her spine and she wished he would look her in the eye so that she could feel that surge again. She couldn’t have imagined it, could she?

“I… Do you not want me to?” the words left her mouth without her meaning to and she felt herself turn bright red. 

“Don’t even know if you like rugby.” His words came out in a low rumble and she couldn’t help but start to feel a little disheartened. If he had changed his mind about her coming then why was he here? He could have just texted her to let her know or not have contacted her at all. It would have hurt her feelings but it would have gotten him out of this awkward situation that obviously made him very uncomfortable.

“Neither do I,” she answered honestly and he must have been surprised by her answer because for the first time his eyes lifted enough to meet hers. It was just for a split second but Sansa felt so relieved when that tug in her chest followed it. “But I am open to trying new things.”

“Come on then.” There was a slight twitch to the scarred side of his lips and it made her feel calmer. Maybe he was just unsure? Perhaps this was as new and strange to him as it felt to her?

She decided then and there that she wouldn’t let his hesitation get to her. He had been the one to invite her and she was going to make the most of it. With a small smile towards him she grabbed her coat and bag as he stepped back to let her out of her door.

She felt his eyes on her, heavy and warm as she attached her keychain to the inside zipper. When she was done she looked up at him and this time he held her eyes. There was an amused tilt to his smirk that had her fighting her own smile.

“What?” she asked and his eyebrow rose as she blushed.

“Just making sure you’ve got your keys,” he teased and she narrowed her eyes at him.

“I am never going to live that down, am I?” She asked with a small shy smile. His slight teasing made her feel much lighter and maybe he didn’t regret inviting her after all. 

“It’s very rare that I get such a frequent return customer.” She glared at him as he walked into the elevator and leaned against the wall. “Not that I am complaining.”

Oh god, does he think that I set it all up?

As the thought crossed her mind she turned beet red and he raised his eyebrow at her in question. She didn’t want him to think that she had been desperate enough to see him a second time to pretend to be locked out. Or locked into a bathroom.

“I… I didn’t set this up.” The words spilled out of her mouth in a rushed exhale and his eyes narrowed but he didn’t say anything. “I mean… I did get locked out. I didn’t do it so that we would meet again. Not that I didn’t want to meet you again… I just…”

“I didn’t think you had,” he cut in and she was surprised to see his face turn sour. “I mean, I didn’t think that someone like you would want anything to do with me. Still don’t really think that’s the case.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” she asked and watched him drag one of his large hands across his face. After a moment of silence he sighed and she steeled herself as he opened his mouth.

“You’re like ten years younger then me, fucking beautiful and bright. You’ve got your future planned with a great goal set. I’m… this.” He waved a hand across his chest as if that was all that was needed to make his point clear. “I know I’m out of my league here and I’m not going to pretend that I know what the fuck you’re doing going on a date with me.”

She felt taken back by the way he spoke so negatively about himself but what caught her attention most was his final words. The words that made her heart jump in her chest and her face split into a smile. A smile that made his eyes widen in confusion.

“So this is a date?” she asked and she almost giggled when the huge man across from her ducked his head and blushed.

“No. I mean… Fuck.” He lifted his head and she tried to hide how amusing she found his flubbering but she must have done a poor job of it because he scowled at her. “I mean, not the rugby part. I am not that stupid. But maybe… the after part?”

The elevator dinged as the doors opened at the ground floor but instead of stepping out, Sansa stepped up close to him and smiled softly when he tilted his head down to look at her.

“I’d really like that.” The air between them felt thick and crackling as they held each other's eyes but neither spoke or made a move for a long time. Finally he cleared his throat nervously and nodded firmly as he reached out a hand to stop the elevator door before it could close. His face softened as he nodded towards it and with slightly flushed cheeks Sansa stepped out of the elevator.

They drove to the park in his work truck, his company logo covered the whole side of it and there was only a front seat since the back was storage for his tools and equipment. It looked neat and functional, not a tool out of place. She figured that was a sign of how seriously he took his business and she admired that.

The drive was short and made in companionable silence. She was slowly learning that Sandor might not be that much of a conversationalist but he spoke volumes with his eyes, like how they kept glancing at her and softening whenever she caught them. She saw the hesitation in them as they stepped out of the truck and started walking towards the gathered group of men on the field by the park's entrance. Sansa noticed the way his hand clenched and unclenched, as if he didn’t know what to do with it and without a moment's hesitation she reached out and wrapped hers around it. His eyes went wide as they held hers and she squeezed his hand in question. She couldn’t keep in her smile as he squeezed back and tugged her towards the group.

“There you are! Thought we were going to have to start without you,” the man Sansa recognised from the night before called out as they came near. Bronn, she reminded herself as he grinned at her hand in Sandor’s before moving his blue eyes up to Sansa’s face. “Well, nice to see you again, sweet thing.”

“You mean you were worried that you were going to have your asses kicked if I’m not here to pick up your slack?” Sandor countered and the glare he gave Bronn was almost murderous. “Bronn, remember your fucking manners.”

“What he lacks in them, I have in spades.” A broad shouldered man with red hair and a bushy beard said as he grinned almost wildly at her. “I am Tormund Giantsbane, as in Slayer of Giants. Without me the game would truly be lost.”

“Don’t mind Tormund. He’s Scandinavian so he’s a bit weird,” a fourth man wearing an eyepatch but a kind, calm smile and knowing eyes said and Sansa had to fight a snicker at the outrage on the red haired man’s face.

“How many times do I have to explain that Scandinavia is a region, not a country? I am fucking Norweigan. Say it with me. Norweigan!” Tormund barked out but the other’s ignored him in favour of turning their attention to Sansa.

“You are regretting this already, aren’t you?” Sandor said in a low voice that made Sansa turn her head up and smile at him.

“Not in the least.” Her softly spoken words made Sandor’s lip twitch and she turned her best smile towards the group of men who were watching the exchange with wide eyed surprise. “Hi, I’m Sansa. It’s nice to meet you all.”

After a quick introduction to the other guys that were there to play the game was on. Sansa had been right in her guess that it was a violent and rough sport. The men threw themselves at each other, tackled each other down into the ground that was turning muddy beneath their feet. She jumped every time they slammed into each other, which was a lot. Sandor seemed to be a very prominent fixture in stopping the other teams plays by throwing himself at the player who had the ball, taking them down hard into the ground with him.

Not knowing the rules made the game just look like a big pile of men fighting over a ball but she could see glimpses of the appeal whenever one player ran ahead of the rest with the ball, apparently scoring a point by the sound of the other’s shouting. Whenever they huddled or took a breather Sandor’s eyes would find her standing to the side and it would make her smile. It made her happy to know that he thought of her even when he was in the middle of this physically demanding game.

By the end of it Sansa had no idea what the score was but based on the way that Bronn and Tormund were grinning at Sandor and pounding on his back she figured they might have won. They were all covered in mud, Tormund’s bright beard was a dull brown with it, but they all seemed in good spirits.

“What did you think of rugby then?” Sandor asked as he came up to her and she couldn’t help but grin at his mud splattered face. Despite the chilly October air he was only wearing a t-shirt and his muscular arms were covered in mud, as was the rest of his body, making her step back when he came too close. “What? No victory hug?”

She saw the teasing glint in his eyes and the twitch of his lip and it made her smile despite her shaking her head. His mouth pulled into a smirk and she shrieked when he lunged for her. His thick, deep laugh made her giggle as he reached for her again and she leapt out of reach.

“No! You’re filthy!” she cried out in protest but she couldn’t stop laughing and it gave him enough advantage to reach out a hand and drag his mud covered fingers down her cheek. She gasped in indignation at his proud smirk. “You are in so much trouble…”

Her low warning was met with a huge smile that even made his grey eyes twinkle with mirth and she tried to keep her eyes glaring at him in anger but that damned tug was there again, making the corner of her lips twitch as she fought her own smile.

“Worth it.” His eyes turned warm and heated as he took a step closer and he ducked his head down to press a quick kiss to her lips. It probably got some more mud on her face but in that moment Sansa couldn’t care at all. She could only smile as she held Sandor’s eyes in hers.

“So pints at Davos’ bar, you guys in?” Bronn suggested, his voice sounded almost distant to Sansa even though he was standing right next to them. She only had eyes for Sandor and maybe it was insane, maybe it was too soon. But she was pretty sure she would only have eyes for him from now on.

What does time matter when he looks at me like that?

“I was promised a date,” Sansa said softly and Sandor’s lip twitched again as he nodded. From the corner of her eyes she saw his friends grinning at each other and she suspected that they would have a lot of questions for their friend. Sandor ignored them, keeping his focus on Sansa.

“Right you were. We better head out then.”