Sandor Clegane x Reader

Stark Bitch

"Dog, I command you to go back out there and fight." Joffrey orders. 

He sounds like a spoiled child. Sandor looks down at me. 

"You're Kingsguard, Clegane." Tyrion starts. "You must beat them back or they're going to take this city." 

I bite my lip and he looks up taking a swig from the wine. 

"You're king's city." 

Sandor takes a moment. I lace my fingers in his. He grips my hand. 

"Fuck the Kingsguard." He states. 

What is he doing? 

"Fuck the city." He continues. 

Is he really doing this right now? He looks up at Joffrey. 

"Fuck the king." 

For a moment Joffrey looks actually hurt. He drags me along behind him. We jog up the corridor stairs. 

"Sandor," I speak. 

"Sandor!" I shout tugging on his arm. 

He stops and turns to me. 

"What, girl?" He grumbles. 

I say nothing only reach up pressing my lips to his. His kiss is full of so much pent up frustration. His metal hands clanking against my armor. He pulls my body close to his. He takes control and his tongue dominates my mouth. My knees feel so weak I could melt. This man. He does things to me. He stops and takes my hands. He drags me to my chambers. 

"Get what you need, I'll go find Sansa." He hurries off. 

I don't have much I need really. I find my handmaiden though. 

"My lady!" 

"I'm leaving," I explain. 

"What?" 

 "With Sandor, we're going away, I need you to stay here. Be safe. That's my final order, Kristine." 

She nods. 

"Goodbye, my lady." She cries. 

I hug her. I see Sandor in the doorway. I pick up my helm and follow him. 

I don't remember much. Only getting shit face drunk with Sandor and passing out. Next thing I know there's a bag over my head and I'm stripped of my armor left in an off white thin shirt and trousers. I have no chest cover so I doubt my nipples are hidden. There's cheering and talking. Smells of alcohol. I'm guessing we're in a tavern. 

"That's one uncommonly large person how does one manage to subdue such an uncommonly large person?" 

"One waits for him to drink until he passes out." 

"Poor man. You have my sympathy." 

The sacks are ripped from our heads. 

"Aha!" The man exclaims. 

"Not a man at all. A hound!" He cries out. 

Everyone howls. 

"So good to see you again, Clegane." The man starts. 

"Thores? The fuck you doing here?" He asks. 

"Drinking and talking too much. Same as ever." He laughs. 

He stops and looks at me. Sandor follows his gaze. 

"And who do we have here?" 

His voice scares me a little. My eyes lock with Sandors. 

"The Hounds little bitch." One of the men says. 

He strokes a hand down my face and his fingers graze over my cut. I bite his hand. I nearly rip his fingers off. He pulls back. 

"Such a feisty little cunt." 

He looks back at Sandor then at me. 

"She's one of the prettiest girls I've ever seen. How in seven hells-." He starts. 

He walks back to Sandor. 

"Did you get such a beautiful little bitch?" He asks. 

"I don't even know," Sandor grumbles. 

"Why don't you come with me lass?" 

"I'm not interested." I scoff. 

"And why not?" He asks raising a brow. 

"I prefer men, not little fucking cunts like you." I spit. 

"She's got that dirty mouth of yours, Hound. You must have some cock to have this bitch wrapped so tightly around it." He says. 

"She won't be an easy fuck for my men however this is a pretty prize, lads." Everyone agrees. 

"Girl," Sandor calls to the short girl walking passed. 

She stops and turns around. It's Arya. 

"What in seven hells are you doing with the Stark bitch?" He asks. 

That's a good question. How the hell did she get here?