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Chapter Twelve

Actually, he didn't know what he had in mind, but she turned to face him and he kissed her, because he wanted to, and because he wanted her to know how she'd made him feel. What she'd done to him, given to him. It was as if she'd found an old, worn out, discarded dream and made it come true, and he still couldn't believe it had really happened, except that his dick was well and truly asleep. For now, at least. Perhaps, if this was the way it was going to be in the last however many days were left, he should start dreaming again. At least about her.

She wriggled between their bodies, and he felt Tormund's hands moving up her body slowly. Because of how closely they were pressed together, the backs of the wildling's hands were kind of stroking up his stomach too, up his midsection. Clegane broke the kiss as Tormund's hands reached their destination, kneading and massaging her breasts from behind. She gazed into his eyes, her breathing slowing to the same tempo as Tormund's touch.

“Ah,” she said, then again. “Ah...” And it was just as if the wildling had somehow suddenly tamed her. Clegane looked down, and watched. Every time Tormund squeezed, those rosy nipples popped forward, almost begging him to... with a pleased grumble he moved further down the bed to tease them with his mouth. Trying one, then sampling the other, switching back and forth as she began to moan between them. No, it definitely wasn't the same for her. She was sensitive here. He plucked at one while he suckled on the other, and couldn't help imagining how it might be for her. She'd probably bound her breasts for most of her life to keep them out of her way, and they'd been shielded by armour over that. To suddenly have the two of them worship her this way. No wonder she reacted like this. It must feel completely intoxicating to her.

Just as he was growing pleasantly used to it, Tormund pulled her away from him with a rumble of sound, so that she was resting on top of his chest, but on her back. His hands were still on her breasts, and she threw her head back, raising an arm over her head to hook it around the wildling's neck, asking for a kiss. Tormund gave it to her, still working away with his hands.

At last he slid his hands down her body, and Clegane could hear the clean sound of their skin. He let his palms come to rest on her hip bones, fingers splayed wide, holding her firmly in place, then broke the kiss. She was lost again. Clegane caught his breath, because in these moments she was at her most beautiful, and he admitted to himself that Tormund had been right all along. This Brienne was the one. Dangerous and wild for certain, but enticing.

“I want,” she said to Tormund, rubbing her cheek against his, against his beard, as if he should know what she wanted and magically supply it.

“This is the first time you ask tonight,” he told her. Clegane wondered if she even understood. “Ask freely, woman.”

“I want...” Brienne said, and then frowned, as if trying to work it out. She squirmed and turned her head away, giving Tormund the long length of her neck to nibble and kiss, her hand gripping his hip, her lower body moving sinuously on Tormund's. “I want you.”

Tormund didn't relent. “What do you want with me?” he said then, and Brienne frowned again, unsure. It wasn't really a fair question. She sighed in sheer frustration.

“I feel hot, and I feel... there is something...” She moved again, then moaned. “I want you.”

Tormund shook his head. “That's not enough. Say more,” he told her, and Brienne actually growled! Clegane blinked, astonished. It was a dangerous game. He was momentarily glad Tormund was the one playing it, and not himself. But only momentarily, because Brienne tried again, and though she might be lost and lustful and not completely in her right mind, she was still educated and therefore somewhat articulate.

“Something inside me, it feels empty. It aches, it rushes to make way whenever I'm near you both like this, when you touch me like... It...” She sighed and shivered. “It is me. I want you to touch me there.” Then with her free hand she grabbed his wrist hard as if to stop him, but Tormund wasn't moving his hand at all. “I want you to touch me there, but not with your hand. I want you to touch me there with your...” she stopped short of saying it all. “Do it to me. Do it to me now.”

“Woman, you are lucky I am safe,” Tormund said. “No man could refuse such a demand.”

She mewled in disappointment and need, but he broke free of her grip and moved his hands down further. Yet he didn't touch her centre. As Clegane watched, his slid his thumbs into the juncture of her thighs and very gently manipulated some kind of pressure point there. Brienne's reaction was immediate. Her long legs moved out to either side, knees slightly bent, and she drew in an expectant breath, her eyes closing.

Tormund looked to him then. “How about you?” he asked, his gaze flicking down Clegane's body briefly. “You safe?”

Clegane felt his eyes widen. Tormund couldn't be suggesting what he thought... could he? Nevertheless, he nodded, and then got on his knees, moving into position. He looked down into Tormund's eyes, Brienne between them, apparently oblivious to the act they were about to simulate. He took a moment to savour the way she looked, spread out below him like that. One arm was still stretched upwards, trapped behind Tormund's neck, leaving her body open and unprotected. Her legs were wide, and he could see the darker red line between her pussy lips, longing to be opened and explored. She was an utter delight to him. The most beautiful sight he'd ever seen.

He lowered his body weight onto her pelvis, and she opened her eyes, that free hand on his chest now as if she could stop him with that one hand alone. She couldn't. Not even Brienne of Tarth could do that.

“Promise!” she said, conflicted, fear and hunger warring in her so clearly he felt some involuntary sympathy for her. She'd let him, he realised then. If he could have taken her right there and then, she'd let him. Thankfully, he wasn't quite up to it yet. It wouldn't take much, but they had a few minutes. He thought so, he hoped so, at any rate.

“I want to, but I can't, not yet,” he reassured her, and to illustrate he pressed against her, soft and yet not quite useless. His weight was in the right place for her, and she moaned, her eyes closing again.

“Pretend,” she whispered, smiling, “but I don't have to.” And she moved a little, rocking against him as he kept his weight steady, grinding his hips in a slow, unrelenting circle against her.

“More... I need it. Please! Please give it to me!” He ground his teeth together. She was still asking. She didn't even realise.

“Her legs,” Tormund said. “Get them up here.” He obeyed the instruction automatically, getting his arms under them until they were over his biceps and she was almost folded double, then went back to the slow movement while she thrashed between them. Then Tormund moved, jolting them both, and she froze. She might be quite far gone, but she understood that, and everything it meant. What it represented.

“You can't! Oh, Gods, you can't mean to...” She was staring up into his eyes, caught between desire and dread as she began to pant desperately between them, struggling, realising too late how helpless she'd allowed herself to become, her chest deepening in colour because she was frightened now. Clegane could see it clear as day.

“When we do it for real,” Tormund murmured into her ear, “I'll make it feel good. Have I ever done anything that didn't make you feel good, woman?”

She shook her head, clearly remembering, and her panting subsided, but only slightly. Clegane too, couldn't help remembering every time he'd seen Tormund touch her. Every reaction she'd given him had been positive.

“Tormund...?” she said, unsure and still scared, her eyes on Clegane as she tried to turn her head to look at Tormund.

“Don't be afraid,” he said to her. “Be easy, Brienne. Be free.”

She calmed still further, helped along no doubt because Tormund had begun to smooth his hands over the front of her body, tracing the lines of her waist and her ribs, soothing her into it, easing her into it, and Clegane began to realise that Tormund would be successful in this someday, and soon. He'd have her like this. Then he mentally corrected himself. They'd have her like this, between them. Both of them deep in her. Something in him dropped several inches at the thought, and it occurred to his suddenly fuzzy mind that he was still moving against her trapped body.

“Besides,” Tormund said. “We're safe for now. You drained us both dry. Remember?”

She moaned, then breathed deep, rocked against them both as Tormund jostled her, pressing her up into him, pressing her up... she gasped at the same time as he did, staring into his eyes, suddenly realising it, feeling it.

He'd never moved so fast as he did when he got off of her then, already apologising as he collapsed onto the bed on his back. At least he hadn't done it. It hadn't gone that far, and he was only semi hard. He turned his head to the side, and Tormund was smirking.

“Well, if you'd warned me, you daft cunt, I might have been able to hold it off for a bit longer,” he accused, rolling his eyes. “Fuck me!”

He stared at the ceiling, and thought about how despite his promise, he obviously fully intended to be there. Finally admitted it to himself. Did that make him a liar? And then he remembered how despite her fear, she'd never said no. Not once. What did that mean? Did she want it secretly, somewhere deep down? Did she just wait for it? Did they both?

He wasn't so lost in his thoughts he missed Tormund letting her go, and she immediately came to him – but he was ready for her this time, and much quicker about dealing with it. She managed to get a hand on him that he dislodged with regret as he turned her over onto her back. He folded his legs around hers at the knee to immobilise them and held her wrists down to the bed with one hand, using all of his weight. And then Brienne, for all her power, couldn't get free because he'd been bigger and stronger than her all along. She tried, and only managed to make her breasts bounce around in front of his face like she was giving him a little show. He was content to watch.

“Please,” she said, still with that deep blue gaze. “Sandor, I don't care. Just do it.”

He shook his head. No.

“Third time,” Tormund commented idly. Clegane grunted, concentrating on keeping her captured and therefore safe, from herself as well as him.

“I never agreed to that,” he said. “That was your idea. I made a promise and I intend to keep it.” He stared down at her, and he was fairly surprised to find he didn't really want to have her this way. That he wanted more than to drive her out of her mind with lust and then trick her into it. It was a bloody revelation. He wanted to fuck her when she'd still speak to him in the morning. He wanted to have her when she'd let him do it again. And again.

“If you want me up you, Brienne, you'd better ask me when you're sensible.”

She pouted. Struggled. Sighed. “What do you mean?”

“When you're asking me with this,” he tapped her head with his free hand. “And not this.” And then he moved his hand down, all the way. She stopped struggling instantly as he slid his fingers between those lips, and rubbed her there once. Gods, but she was wet! He brought his fingers up to his face and breathed her in, licked her off of him like some kind of sweet dessert.

“Don't tease me,” she said, seeming forlorn, and he looked carefully at his fingers then pulled a face. Every one of them was unusually thick and long, even his little finger. Just in case, he looked in Tormund's direction. The wildling had been watching, and he held up a hand, wiggling his fingers. Same difference. Clegane rolled his eyes. Looked at his own forefinger again, then sucked it into his mouth, laving it up. Couldn't be helped.

“What are you doing?” she asked.

“How do you know you don't want to touched with a hand?” he demanded. “How do you know anything at all? Has someone been telling you things?” He didn't say it unkindly, but he was brusque. It was something he just couldn't help, a habit he couldn't break, yet she seemed to him to come down a little, back to herself. That deep look to her eyes faded, and she bit her lip.

“Will you touch me?” He nodded.

“Deeper than before. Harder. And you can see how you like it without going all the way, just like we said at the beginning of all this. How about it?” She nodded quickly, and now he set her free, but he was quite safe. She didn't jump on him or endanger herself in any way, which was fortunate, because that semi was a distant memory now, and he was as hard as he had ever been.

He remembered how tight she'd seemed when he only penetrated her with his tongue, and it seemed fitting to start that way, so he moved down the bed, and got straight to it. Going by the way she moaned, she was of the same opinion.

He indulged himself for a little longer than necessary, because she tasted good, and she wanted him to, and because having willing pussy to lick out was about one of nicest things in life after killing, fighting, and possibly chicken, depending on how hungry you were. That it was Brienne who was willing, well that was a thing that made him vocal about it, and he hummed his pleasure against her as he did it, feeling and hearing her respond to that as well. It was like Heaven, and for one mad moment he wondered if the war was over, and he was actually already dead.

Again he wet that finger with his saliva, because while his tongue had loosened her, and her juices had slicked her up, this was new for her body, and her muscles were likely to resist what came next regardless of her lust.

He kept her lips spread with one hand, and studied her very closely. He could see it, that unbroken thing, had seen enough of them in his time to note the difference, and he touched it very lightly. He heard her catch her breath, and wondered what it felt like to her, to be touched, just here. He wondered how long it would stay, if she would ever ask him in the daytime.

Just behind it, there she was, still quivering like a tiny little mouth, dark and mysterious. She was aroused, and so he hoped it wouldn't change anything as he slipped his little finger behind and inside, just a little way. He didn't get far at all, probably only as far as the first knuckle before she closed down on him. She cried out, but in shock, not pleasure. At least it wasn't pain in her voice.

Inside she felt hot, a welcoming jumble of moist coiled flesh, squeezing around him. He waited, then lowered his head again to tease her clitoris, to ease her, to get her to accept more. Seeing more of his finger slide inside her was one of the most alluring sights he'd seen in many a month. And as soon as he deemed it was far enough, he hooked that finger slightly, hoping he'd got it right and that he was deep enough to have got her sweet spot.

“Ahh...” Brienne sounded almost broken, and he smiled inwardly as he tickled her there. Inside, she was gripping him still, but not frozen any longer. That muscle was massaging now, pulsing and inviting more, urging him inward with that finger. Though a part of him wondered how he would ever manage to fit, he also couldn't help imagining how it would feel when it was his cock in there.

Her climax didn't take long, not with him giving her his full attention, and he felt it arrive, the throb of it and the rush of her fluids. The rhythm of her muscle broke down into a series of delicious helpless flutters as she moaned, long and low.

Carefully, he slipped his finger out, pausing to suck it, and to lick away all there was to taste of her before raising his head. Brienne was a picture: dark eyed again, but dreamy now and satiated. She gazed at him in the strangest way, it was a look he'd never seen on her before.

She opened her arms to them both, and they settled. It didn't take long for the other two to fall asleep, and only then did he ease himself with his own hand. There'd be no sleep for him until he'd done it.

Only as he was drifting away did he understand the look she'd given him, and his heart jolted. Almost everyone he met feared him, and those that didn't were idiots. He didn't recognise that look because no one had ever looked upon him that way, though he'd seen it rarely from time to time, bestowed upon others.

For the first time in as long as he could remember, he felt content, and he fell asleep with his arm flung over her hip.

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When he awoke, his first thought was that he was dreaming again, and he opened his eyes wide, just to be sure he wasn't making some kind of horrific mistake like the morning before. There was a hot mouth on his cock, sucking at his morning erection underneath the covers. His second thought was that Tormund might actually be stealing from him in his sleep, but a quick glance to the side of him revealed the wildling, snoring slightly on his back in the morning light. Which meant...

“Oh, seven hells!” he muttered. “Brienne!”

But it was morning, it was daylight, and the world must be ending. It was definitely her, because she suddenly slurped noisily, and he laughed, but the laughing just enhanced the pleasure she was giving him until he spent in bliss, hips rising from the bed with her name on his lips.

He'd come, but he didn't immediately realise she'd taken it in her mouth until afterwards, until he felt her tongue licking him clean, and then he groaned, his head feeling heavy on the pillows as she crawled up over his prone form, straddling him.

“Good morning,” she said, smiling down at him.

“I'm dead, and I'm in Heaven,” he said out loud, thinking that somewhere, someone had made a terrible mistake and that at any moment it would all be snatched away from him. “Why aren't I being punished?”

“Because we're not out there training yet.” She dropped a kiss onto his lips. “Punishment is coming for you, Sandor Clegane.”

Gently, he lifted her off him then turned onto his side. “I can't take much more of this. I don't like being in a good mood. I don't know how to do it. I've had no practice at all.” Brienne only smiled.

“Why did you do that?” he wondered out loud. “Not that I'm complaining. You can start every morning that way if you want. I'll learn to live with it.”

“It seemed like a good way to say thank you,” she said, blushing again after everything they'd done. How could she still blush? There wasn't a secret her body she had that he didn't know by now. Well, except one, perhaps. But if last night was anything to go by, they'd know that too, together, he and Tormund.

“Thank you for what?”

“For keeping your promise. I don't really want to do it that way, when I don't know what I'm doing,” she said softly, looking at him as if for understanding. Little did she know he'd already been thinking the same thing the night before. “I'm not asking today. But I don't know. I really think...” She stopped speaking, deep in thought. He waited, but she didn't start speaking again.

“Well? Fucking spit it out, then,” he said, impatient. She frowned at him.

“I think I will ask. I'm just not quite ready yet. I just want a little time to, well, say goodbye.” That frown hadn't left her, and he leaned on his elbow to look at her face.

“Say goodbye?” he questioned, suddenly amused.

“I had some dreams once,” she said, staring up and away from his eyes. “I don't know why I kept them for so long. I knew they were stupid, I just couldn't let go of them.”

He'd known it about her, all along. He found himself brushing a thumb over her cheekbone, tracing a path down to her chin, over her lips. She was so beautiful it almost hurt. “We'll give you new dreams,” he said. “Better ones. Real ones.” The way she was giving them to him.

“I know. That's why I say I think I will ask. Soon.” He was touching her lips as she spoke, could feel the shape of the words as she spoke them.

Damn it, he really wasn't used to being in a good mood. His heart lifted, and the best he could manage to say in response was: “All right.”

“Is soon... is it enough?” she asked.

He quirked his lips. “Will it be before we go off to die?”

Brienne puffed out a little breath against his fingers. “Gods, I hope so! I'd rather not walk into all that wondering what it would be like to lie with you both.” Clegane smiled, while beside them Tormund suddenly snorted awake.

“Morning,” he said, then sniffed. He frowned, then sniffed again. “What are you two doing?”

“We were just talking,” Brienne said, and Clegane moved out of the way as Tormund claimed a kiss from her. When he was done, he seemed to be tasting something.

“Talking, eh?” he said, then looked at Clegane. He could feel himself smirk, and felt amazingly smug. “Without me?”

Brienne rolled her eyes. “I'll talk to you later.” When Tormund frowned, she hit him in the chest. “It's your turn,” she informed him, and he grinned then.

“So it is!”

For a moment they were all quiet, and then Brienne climbed halfway over Tormund to reach the bedside table. “Ugh, I really do need a drink of water.”

“You know,” Tormund commented innocently, one hand on the small of her back and the other on her buttocks, “you shouldn't drink the salty stuff. It's bad for you.”

“It is?” She sat back in the middle of the bed with a thump, cup of water in hand, wide eyed, staring at Tormund, who looked back at her, the spirit of innocent sincerity. “And you...” she turned to him. “...just let me?!”

He didn't know what to say. Then, before he could think of anything, Tormund tapped her on the shoulder. “Got you back,” he said.

“Tormund!” She picked up a pillow to throw at him, then drank her water to the very last drop. She looked into the cup and sighed.

The wildling gave her a knowing look. “Not enough is it?” She shook her head. “Well. We could go breakfast. There'll be hot tea there.”

“Oh, yes!” she said, and that was that.

To be continued...

Author's Note: Hope you enjoyed it – please review! Hopefully, there'll be some actual plot next. But for now, I'm sleeping because it's 3.30 am and I have to be up at like 7am.. damn. Review responses will be here: http://www2.adult-fanfiction.org/forum/topic/61848-pippychicks-review-replies-tv/
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