Fic: Like Stallion, Like Master?
Title: Like Stallion, Like Master?
Rating: PG
Pairing: Sansa/Sandor
Word Count: 478
Summary: Future!fic. Sansa is inspired to make a move on Sandor.
Note: Xmas ficlet for bookhoor, who requested Sansa/Sandor, Stranger is mounting a mare and Sandor is like meh whatever, but Sansa sees and is completely shocked but can't stop watching and maybe Sandor teases her or you could take it farther I have no objections to him taking it farther.
Sansa had seen animals mate before, but this was different. This was Sandor’s Stranger mounting a mare. Sansa felt as though she was watching something she ought not to be watching. She had quite forgotten exactly why she had come down to this paddock in the first place.
“Did you wish to speak with me, my lady?” asked Harwin, the master of horse. He and several grooms were watching the proceedings.
“No, I only came to check that all was going smoothly.” They were paying Sandor quite a handsome stud fee. It was her duty as Rickon’s castellan to make sure they were getting their coin’s worth.
Sandor had not spoken yet, but he had a knowing look on his face, as if he knew that the sight of the horses mating had caused a strange sensation low in Sansa’s tummy. The Sandor Clegane she’d known would have said something mocking, but he had been respectful and almost courteous since coming to Winterfell at her invitation. It was another change in him that Sansa was not certain she liked.
“Walk with me, my lord,” she commanded impulsively.
He fell into step beside her, and once they were beyond earshot of her people, he said, “You seem impressed with Stranger’s prowess, my lady.”
He was smiling and his tone was teasing, but Sansa didn’t like him addressing her as ‘my lady’. It was the proper form of address, and really it was good that he was behaving like a proper knight, even if he still hadn’t sworn a knight’s vows. But it irked Sansa. She missed him calling her ‘little bird’.
His propriety made Sansa feel contrary. She decided to shock an honest reaction out of him. “I was wondering whether his master was similarly vigorous at mating.”
Sandor stared at her like he’d been hit over the head with a mace. Then he laughed. He threw back his head and laughed long and loud.
Sansa was pleased with herself, though she couldn’t help blushing.
“Oh, the little bird’s gotten bawdy.”
“You’ve been acting like you barely know me.” He acted like he’d never kissed her and offered to take her away from King’s Landing.
“I came like a dog that had been called, didn’t I? Your dog.”
The day King Robert Baratheon had ordered her wolf Lady killed, he’d told her father Lord Eddard to get her a dog instead. Did Sandor truly think of himself as her dog, her protector and companion? The thought pleased Sansa.
“My brother’s wolf sleeps with him,” Sansa said. Her cheeks burned too hotly to say the rest of what she was thinking.
“Are you inviting me to your bed, little bird?”
She supposed she was. She nodded.
“Truly?” he asked. She knew him well, but the look on his scarred face was one she had not seen before.
“Truly,” she whispered.
Rating: PG
Pairing: Sansa/Sandor
Word Count: 478
Summary: Future!fic. Sansa is inspired to make a move on Sandor.
Note: Xmas ficlet for bookhoor, who requested Sansa/Sandor, Stranger is mounting a mare and Sandor is like meh whatever, but Sansa sees and is completely shocked but can't stop watching and maybe Sandor teases her or you could take it farther I have no objections to him taking it farther.
Sansa had seen animals mate before, but this was different. This was Sandor’s Stranger mounting a mare. Sansa felt as though she was watching something she ought not to be watching. She had quite forgotten exactly why she had come down to this paddock in the first place.
“Did you wish to speak with me, my lady?” asked Harwin, the master of horse. He and several grooms were watching the proceedings.
“No, I only came to check that all was going smoothly.” They were paying Sandor quite a handsome stud fee. It was her duty as Rickon’s castellan to make sure they were getting their coin’s worth.
Sandor had not spoken yet, but he had a knowing look on his face, as if he knew that the sight of the horses mating had caused a strange sensation low in Sansa’s tummy. The Sandor Clegane she’d known would have said something mocking, but he had been respectful and almost courteous since coming to Winterfell at her invitation. It was another change in him that Sansa was not certain she liked.
“Walk with me, my lord,” she commanded impulsively.
He fell into step beside her, and once they were beyond earshot of her people, he said, “You seem impressed with Stranger’s prowess, my lady.”
He was smiling and his tone was teasing, but Sansa didn’t like him addressing her as ‘my lady’. It was the proper form of address, and really it was good that he was behaving like a proper knight, even if he still hadn’t sworn a knight’s vows. But it irked Sansa. She missed him calling her ‘little bird’.
His propriety made Sansa feel contrary. She decided to shock an honest reaction out of him. “I was wondering whether his master was similarly vigorous at mating.”
Sandor stared at her like he’d been hit over the head with a mace. Then he laughed. He threw back his head and laughed long and loud.
Sansa was pleased with herself, though she couldn’t help blushing.
“Oh, the little bird’s gotten bawdy.”
“You’ve been acting like you barely know me.” He acted like he’d never kissed her and offered to take her away from King’s Landing.
“I came like a dog that had been called, didn’t I? Your dog.”
The day King Robert Baratheon had ordered her wolf Lady killed, he’d told her father Lord Eddard to get her a dog instead. Did Sandor truly think of himself as her dog, her protector and companion? The thought pleased Sansa.
“My brother’s wolf sleeps with him,” Sansa said. Her cheeks burned too hotly to say the rest of what she was thinking.
“Are you inviting me to your bed, little bird?”
She supposed she was. She nodded.
“Truly?” he asked. She knew him well, but the look on his scarred face was one she had not seen before.
“Truly,” she whispered.