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BRIENNE
They found themselves in the hotel lobby, wandering over to the TDF: SFC dinner. The smell of high-end catering was in the air and his stomach grumbled in response. Brienne smirked, nodding for him to go on, elated for any kind of distraction. The conference room was transformed into a dining room, round tables set up in the space with a swanky buffet on one side, lights slightly dimmed.
“Sandor, about Tormund–” She trailed behind him as he headed straight for the buffet.
“You don't need to explain.” He shrugged, hands in his pockets. “Everyone’s been through some shit. Now, let's get fed before we go back to my room.” He looked at her pointedly, though he tried to be casual. What?! Did she hear that right?
Brienne dazed, followed him as he looked from tray to tray, passing over everything until he saw roasted chickens. He filled his plate and headed off to a table nearby.
She sat next to him, setting down two glasses of red wine with one hand as the other set down her more modest plate. “So… let me get this straight. You’re not put off?”
“You’re into work – you shit where you ate and now you’re paying for it. Am I right so far?” He gestured to his plate with his fork and knife carving up the chicken then shoveling pieces into his mouth. “People do it all the time. You just have to be grown-ups about it, yeah?”
She nodded at him slowly. “Come to think of it though, there is one thing… Man Eater. Haven’t gotten to the bottom of that, yet.”
“Something Tormund called me when I broke it off.” She shook her head. Quick and painless. “It was at a conference. The boys found him after… singing at the 80’s karaoke mixer. Apparently, he’d been incredibly drunk. Human disaster, was how Tyrion had put it…” She murmured, eyes darting up at him tentatively. “What are you thinking right now?”
He kept his voice low so only she could hear. “I think I want to make you come tonight.”
“What?” She gaped, laughing a little. “Wow, Sandor… gods…”
“Say it like that when I make you do it.” He stared at her for a moment before digging into his plate. “But first, sustenance.”
***
She took his hand and pulled him into the elevator banks, watching his reflection against the shiny brass doors. He held her stomach, letting his hands slip lower. As if continuing from where they left off, they kissed once again. He sucked on her bottom lip and grasped at her hips. The doors opened and they both jumped in, both fumbling for the ‘door close’ button. She swatted his hand away and got to it first. “You stay right there.”
She unbuttoned her shirt and pulled it open, skimming her fingertips against its seams and trailing to the modest swell of her breasts. He seemed to appreciate the show, until the doors opened to the next floor. He swatted at the door close button.
“You mad woman! Someone will catch us.”
“Sandor, you’re such a prude!” She laughed softly.
He glared at her and hit the emergency stop. Startled, he lifted her up against the wall. She heard a loud thud behind her, though it didn’t hurt much. He trailed kisses down her neck, running his teeth against her delicate skin.
“Sandor!” She gasped, her fingers curling into his scalp.
***
Brienne felt a large hand stretch across her belly and she startled awake. His breath on the back of her neck reminded her exactly where she was, wrapped up in his embrace, legs tangled together. No one had ever let her be the little spoon. So she curled herself into the warmth of his chest, a forest of hair brushing against her back.
“Tell me your dreams Brienne.” He murmured into her neck. The rumble of his chest matched only by the convulsions of her laughter that followed. She marveled at where they were just a day ago, saying those words.
“Hey, Man Eater.” He pulled her back. “Does this mean you like me?” It sounded harsh, trying to hide something tender. “Last night. You said you never sleep over.”
She sighed and turned to her back, his hand gliding around her hip. “I don’t know, Sandor. We just met.” She reached out to the scruff under his ruined cheek, pleading silently for him to understand. “I like this. I like… what we did last night.” She shrugged, watching the way he bit his lip. She felt him trace a finger under the hem of her underwear.
“What… what are you doing?”
“Waiting for you to tell me to stop.”
“And what if… I don’t?”
Without taking his eyes off of hers, he trailed his fingers to the warmth between her legs. She couldn’t help how her body reacted. And her own fingers wrapped around his girth. He made a pleased grunt as he pressed his lips over her neck and shoulder. “There’s this… lady knight… on the tele.” He murmured between kisses. “Gwendolyn.”
“You mean from game of kings?” She snorted. Brienne never took him for a nerd. “That’s quite the compliment, from the dog.” Amused, he let out an abnormally high giggle but halted abruptly when he was struck by an idea.
“Get on all fours, my lady.” He purred, suddenly devious.
“Or what?” She looked back at him playfully. It earned her a hard slap on her ass. And she jerked forward in shock, turning back to look him in the eye. He looked about ready to ravage her.
“I apologize, my lord.” She turned back around with her ass in the air, palms flat to the bed to expose herself to him, a slick, swollen rose against the rest of her taut, pale skin. He pushed one finger into her folds, before pulling away and dragging his nails down her thighs.
Then both of his calloused hands stroked up her ribs to her tits. He leaned over her, his large body eclipsing hers and spoke softly into her ear. “You smell so good. I could bury my face in your cunt.”
“Do it!” She begged, breathlessly. But the warmth of his body left her all at once. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw him reach for something on the bedside table, and without warning slapped her again with the back of her own hairbrush. It stung, but only for a moment.
“Quiet!” He barked.
She whimpered back, clamping a hand over her own mouth.
Then grabbing her hips, he thrust into her hard only to pull himself out so painfully slow, her legs quivered. “Please… Oh, fuck!” He smacked her again, two sure strikes on both of her cheeks. “My lady does not behave.” He thrust into her harder, spanking her in rhythm. Before long, Brienne’s body writhed beneath him, her limbs quaking in the throes of her orgasm. When she returned to herself, she realized he was still rock hard, inside her.
“Did I not please you, my lord?” She twisted around to meet his eyes, pulling away from him slowly. He started to protest, but she shushed him with one finger. And she ran it down the rough hair of his chin and neck, down to the hollow of his chest, and then further still down the ridges of his muscled stomach to his throbbing cock. “I want to please you, my lord.” She panted before taking him slowly into her mouth, one thick inch after another. She flicked her tongue over the tip and he groaned wantonly.
“You like to taste yourself on my cock, my lady?”
She looked up at him with her mouth open, both hands twisting around his shaft. “Yes, my lord.” She murmured against him, making him shudder.
“Good.”
He threaded his fingers into her hair, pushing himself deeper into her mouth and into her throat. The pressure was so intense she gagged and her fingernails bit into his hand to loosen his grip. When he did, she rewarder him with her slick tongue, swirling and sucking as she pulled back. It was only a second later that he pushed her back, coming all over her chest.
“That was fun.” She told him as she was heading out. And before she could open the door, Sandor walked out of the bathroom completely naked.
“Hey, Man Eater, don’t forget my number.”
“I won’t. But please, don’t call me that.”
“Alright then, my lady.”
***
Brienne closed the door behind her and started to walk down the hallway. Man Eater, she thought to herself.
Sandor: I thought it turned you on, sorry.
Brienne: I’ll think of how you can make it up to me.