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September 2nd1953 Linlithgow, Scotland.
Sansa stretched, straightening her body from the tips of her fingers to her toes, enjoying the sweet release of tension from her muscles for a moment before curling back into herself, cuddling against the large form behind her and clutching his arm to her chest.
Sandor yawned, puffing a breath of air onto her neck, sending a shiver through her body. He chuckled and clutched her tighter, bringing his lips down to her neck and nibbling at her flesh. Sansa sighed and lay still for a moment, enjoying the feeling of his lips and the delicious jolts that coursed through her body.
Gathering her strength, she rolled over to face him and grabbed his face in her hands. She could just barely see him in the early morning haze that was just beginning to stream in through the window. Her lips curled into a smile as she recognized the lust sparkling in his eyes and tugged his face down to hers.
Sandor pulled her flush against him as he drove his tongue into her mouth, she gasped at the feeling of him hard against her stomach and wriggled against him, drawing a growl from his throat. Sansa kissed along his burned cheek to his neck, nipping and licking at his skin impatiently as Sandor slowly slid his hand underneath her nightdress-
“MUMMY!”
Sansa jumped and rolled over so violently she would have fallen from the bed had Sandor’s quick hands not grabbed her first.
“Ned..” Sansa sighed, looking at the small wide eyed boy standing in their doorway.
“Hungry.” He said simply, blinking up at her with his big grey eyes.
“I’ll be up in just a minute my love.” She said softly, smiling as he bounded off to play with his toys.
“I’m hungry too.” Sandor grumbled playfully from behind her, sliding his arms around her waist and returning his attentions to her neck.
“You’re hungry for something very different.” Sansa giggled.
For a blissful moment she allowed herself to become lost in the feeling of him before reluctantly forcing herself to pull away.
“I should get to breakfast.” She sighed, sliding out of the bed.
Sandor threw himself back into the soft pillows with a frustrated grunt.
“And you’ll need to get ready for work soon.” She added while drawing her house coat around her. “Did I mention that Mya offered to watch Ned for the night?”
Sandor perked at these words, sitting up in the bed with a look in his eyes so similar to Ned’s that she had to force herself not to laugh.
“Tonight? I’ll make sure to be home early.” He grinned.
“Do you usually try to stay away? Who knew coming home to your wife and son was something to put off.” She teased.
“Of course not, Little Bird.” He replied seriously “I love coming home to you both.”
“Good.” She smiled, perching herself on the edge of the bed. “Then you’ll be happy to have one more there to greet you.”
Sandor cocked his head to the side, reminding her of the hound he had been compared to so many years ago.
“What?” His eyes widened suddenly “Little Bird…are you..?”
Sansa nodded wordlessly, biting her lip to keep from smiling.
She squealed as Sandor dragged her to him, peppering her face with kisses and clutching her to his chest.
“Maybe we’ll get a girl this time.” She breathed.
“I don’t care.” He replied, gazing down at her face. “It’ll be yours and mine and that’s all that matters.”
Sansa’s heart lurched and she pressed her lips to his once again
“MUMMY!”
Sansa broke into giggles, pressing her face into his chest for a moment.
“I’m sorry my love, I have been summoned.” She grinned, pulling away from him and heading to the door.
Sandor stared after her with a grin, the burned side of his mouth twitching with the action. Sansa had long since stopped noticing his burns, when she looked at them she saw nothing but a sign of the strength inside of him, without which she would not have her husband or her family.
“We can continue this tonight. You’ll remember where we left off won’t you?” Sansa asked, eyes gleaming as she left the room.
“All bloody day.” She heard him mutter from behind the door.
Authors Note: First I want to thank everyone who reviewed, it really means a lot to me and has inspired me greatly! Secondly, I wanted to explain my choice of location. I really wanted to have them live in Scotland, and I couldn’t imagine a more perfect place than Linlithgow, a town which features a big black dog, tied to an oak tree on an island as its coat of arms. (Quiet Isle anyone? Heh)
P.S. I'm not entirely happy with this, but I hope you guys will enjoy it.