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Author's Note: You get two chapters today. And in the second, the moment we've all been waiting for. Yes. Even Clegane has to be in a good mood after that. Don't worry, though. It doesn't last. In chapter Twenty-one, Brienne wakes him up after a couple of hours. She's discovered what happens when you do that kind of thing then just drift off to sleep... and she's not happy.

I'll give you that one tomorrow. For today, enjoy this double bill.

Chapter Nineteen

In the few seconds it took for her to open the door, he wondered what he would do if she didn't answer. If she didn't answer, would he actually have the nerve to barge in again, after what he'd done the night before? Clegane didn't think so.

The door did open though, and there she stood. Gods, but it seemed as if he hadn't seen her in a week, not just a day. She wasn't dressed any differently than usual. Apart from her bare feet, the dark breeches were the same, and yet he suddenly couldn't seem to help noting the length of her legs. They seemed to go on forever. Her shirt was fluttering free around her hips, loose around her waist, clinging inwards as if to hug her there. She'd stopped binding her breasts since she'd been involved with them, and he could almost see them through the thinly woven cotton of her shirt, see the shape of her nipples, peeking out. His mouth watered involuntarily. The shirt seemed to move over her body. There must be a breeze in the room, perhaps a window was open.

Brienne cleared her throat loudly. “Yes?” she said. Clegane drew a breath, and realised he was staring at her tits. He lifted his gaze to her face.

“Sorry,” he mumbled, leaning against the door frame with one arm. “Can we come in?”

She stood there for a moment, frowning, kind of blocking the doorway, then she stood aside in silence to allow them to enter.

Sombre, they filed in, and she shut the door behind them, leaning back against it as they went about the room, finding somewhere to settle. The two chairs seemed as good a place as any, since the bed would appear to be a bit ambitious just now. Even Tormund didn't dare it. She looked as though she might be guarding the way out. “What do you want?” she queried, polite to a fault.

Clegane bit his lip, looked to Tormund, but this was his mess to put right. He drew in a breath. “We need to talk.”

“Oh, do we?” she asked coolly. “Well, maybe I don't want to. Maybe yesterday was enough. Did you think of that?”

“Brienne, please –”

“No! You don't get to do that. You don't get to say 'please' and have me make it all better. Not now, not again. That's not fair.” She lifted her hands to her head and ran her fingers through her short hair, looking up in exasperation. She was beautiful when she was angry. It was a cliché but it was true. Her neck was so long, so kissable, and it led down to the shadowed parting of her shirt buttons. One or two of them were already undone... With a start, Clegane lifted his eyes up before she noticed him ogling her again.

“Perhaps, after this morning, I wanted to talk,” she said quietly then, looking back down. “And where were you? You were nowhere. Not even in Winterfell.”

Now she didn't seem angry, but hurt, and Clegane stood up, to walk over there and do something about it, because this was his fault. She couldn't know they'd seen Tyrion. That was something she'd never forgive.

“I had to sort out my thoughts,” he said, uncomfortable with the admission.

She huffed, tossing her head. “I see. And now, what? You're back, all ready to carry on, is that it?”

Clegane swallowed, stopped short of actually touching her. “Well, kind of,” he said. This wasn't going the way he'd imagined at all. He'd thought she'd be pissed off, he didn't think she'd be saying no, and yet that's what this felt like. “I thought we could –”

“What thoughts?” she demanded.

Now he began to get a little angry, because she was giving him such a hard time, constantly cutting him off, and if he'd actually been selfish, maybe he could have taken it. The truth is he'd been anything but selfish. If he'd been thinking of himself, Brienne wouldn't still be a virgin, and he'd probably be in that bed right now, fucking her again. “I didn't want to bloody well hurt you!” he snapped, hands clenching. She glared at him, and then laughed without humour.

“Oh, don't you dare,” she said, her voice low and dangerous, pushing herself off from the door, leaning towards him. “You've hurt me that way before, remember? Don't seem recall you hesitating then.”

Clegane shook his head, confused, and then he had it. Remembered that first fight they'd had, when she'd been down and he'd kicked her right in the cunt, as vicious as he could be. She'd screamed. How could he have forgotten? But she clearly didn't understand.

“I don't mean like that,” he said. “And I'm sorry!” he said hurriedly, seeing her eyes flashing at him. At last he opened his arms out to either side of his body. “You want to hurt me back, is that it? Fuck it, then. Take your best shot. I won't stop you.”

Thankfully, Tormund seemed to keeping out of it completely. Well, he was thankful at least until she stepped right on up to him and punched him in the gut, because this was Brienne, and not only was she strong, but her placement was damned precise. He doubled over a bit and wheezed out, his next breath coming to him in about three separate pieces. He put out his hands instinctively, finding her forearms and grabbing tight hold of them.

“All right,” he said eventually. “I asked for that out loud, like an fucking idiot. You feel better?”

“A little,” she admitted, and he suddenly looked up, hearing that touch of humour in her voice, but before he could catch her at it she was frowning, and he let her go to back away a little.

“The way I see it,” she said. “It's just like you said at the beginning. We explored, and I tried some things, no harm done. I can stop here. I don't have to do anything else. I don't have to go any further, with you or with anyone for that matter. I can send you away – both of you – and I don't have to do any more of this, these things, between us.”

Clegane bit his lip, feeling something in him almost seem to die at those words. She couldn't mean it, could she?

“Woman,” Tormund said at last, and she switched her attention to him so quickly Clegane actually felt the loss of it.

“I haven't even started on you. You'd better pray I don't. Not yet. Not until I'm finished with him.”

She looked back to him, and he shook his head.

“Brienne, you can't –”

“Don't you dare tell me what I can't do,” she cut in, speaking over him again. Then something seemed to occur to her, and the most adorable look of confusion came over her face. “What do you mean, then?” she asked.

“About what?”

“You said you didn't want to hurt me,” she said. “If you didn't mean like that, how did you mean it?”

Clegane found his seat again, because he was going to need it for this. He sat down heavily. “I was going to show you something,” he said, looking down, elbows resting on his knees, hunched over, as if he were speaking to himself. “A way you could be hurt, not just once. But by any man. By any of us. A way you can't hurt us back. And you've spent your life as one of us. I couldn't do that to you, not without a little thought anyway. I didn't want to make you see it. That difference between us.”

He paused and thought for a moment. What the hell. In for a penny. “Because I don't see you that way, all right? To me you're strong. You're a match for me and I like it, that's the truth. You excite me because of it. I've wanted to fuck plenty of women. You're the first one I've wanted to know as well, to be around after, and I didn't want to change you at all, not one bit. So, no, I didn't want to hurt you like that. Clear enough?”

There was a silence that lasted for a full half a minute, and then Brienne made an astonished sound of amusement that quickly turned into laughter. That full, hearty feminine laughter he'd heard from her before. Clegane looked up, bewildered.

“Oh,” she said. “You think I haven't noticed the symbolism of it? That I haven't thought that through, forward and backwards until I'm tired of thinking about it?” Now she was actually grinning! Damn her! She walked up to him and crouched before his chair, hands out to either side on the arms of it. “Perhaps you think you're going to plunge your sword into me, and...” She drew in a deliberately loud breath, throwing her head back dramatically and thrusting her chest out towards him. “Oh! Brienne will be dead!”

She became more serious then, straightening up a little before he could hate her too much for mocking him, before he could grab her around the waist and just pull her to him, because she looked damned near irresistible when she did that. She stayed crouched in front of him, so they were eye to eye. “I don't know whether to be insulted or complimented that you consider me one of you.” She touched his face, her hand as gentle as her voice had suddenly become. “I'm not, you know. I'm a woman, all the way through. I've learned that; with you, and with him. I thank you for it, whatever happens next.”

There was going to be a next! Clegane suddenly felt something in him expand and he drew in a deep breath, but she wasn't finished.

“I said to you I had to let go of some dreams,” she said, looking down and away. “They were old ideas that had no place. You'd shown me things, real things, and my ideas changed. My fantasies changed, not just the people in them, and I realised I wanted something entirely different from what I'd imagined before...” She sighed, and seemed to lose track of what she was saying. He'd never heard her speak this way. She sounded so dreamy, almost nostalgic. But then she blinked, and looked right into his eyes. Her voice became more confident, deeper, the same as the voice he knew. Except perhaps a little earthier somehow. She smiled a little, just the edges of her mouth turning up.

“I want,” she began, then appeared to reconsider, a quickening in her eyes as she thought fast. “Since you seem to like the analogy; you're not going to conquer me with that sword of yours, Sandor Clegane.” She shook her head. “I'm going to capture you,” she said, and her mouth became set, unyielding as she continued. “I'm going to surround you, on all sides. Keep hold of you until you've forgotten everything else but being inside me. You'll give me everything you've got, until you're empty. And when I'm done with you,” she laughed a little. “Well, then you'll need time to recover... won't you?”

Oh, fuck. Clegane gulped.

No woman had ever talked to him this way – not a single one of them would have dared. How could she have any idea what she was doing? How did she even know the words to speak? Something primal in him had been stirred, and he knew he had to have her or die.

As he'd listened to her, his body had responded for him, and he was breathing in time with it now, unable to help it. Just with her words, and he gave her a helpless little shrug, in stunned awe. They'd done this. Between them they'd awoken this dormant sensuality in her, and in his wildest fantasies she'd been like this, as formidable here as out there.

“Works for me,” he said, licking his lips because his mouth was suddenly all too wet to help it, while a wolfish part of his mind was excited because she wasn't going to get it all her own way. Not like that, and she still had so many things to learn, but she would never be easy. He finally gave in to that urge to reach out and pull her forward onto his lap. She came willingly, and he groaned in want as her legs splayed out to either side of his on the chair, his arms full of her. He nuzzled her neck, the way he was becoming used to, breathing her in happily.

She seemed to return to herself and drew in a breath, only to sigh. “It just isn't going to be like that this first time.” She pulled back a little. “I need you to just get through it. For all of us. And to do it even though I am afraid of the pain. Because I still am. There's no getting away from that.” She was stroking his cheek, and it was still there in her eyes now, that fear.

“Don't go that far and stop. It's really not nice. When you did that it nearly killed me. And then you just disappeared and left me alone, all day!” She dropped her head onto his shoulder and he let his hands caress her hair, fingers slipping through the short locks of it.

“I'll never disappoint you again, Brienne. I'm sorry. I'm such a fucking idiot.”

“Disappoint me?” She huffed and straightened, poking her finger at his chest. “If you ever tease me like that again, I'll end you! And I won't even burn your body for you. I'll leave you outside as food for the wolves. Are you hearing me?”

He nodded.

“I'm serious. Don't do that again.” He tried to pull her close, but she wouldn't let him until he'd answered.

“I won't,” he promised, and then she relaxed again. He kissed along her jawline to her ear, using one hand to undo another one of her buttons. He had to see them again. Touch them.

“And while I'm at it,” she said softly. “Stop doing things where I have to say 'don't do that again.'”

He grinned against the lobe of her ear. “All right,” he murmured. He lowered both of his hands to her buttocks and moved her body so she was aligned better against his. She'd made him want it, and he could feel her warmth, even through their clothing. She sighed a quiet little moan of awareness into his ear.

“Why don't you take them off?” he suggested wickedly, giving her a little upwards jolt. “Then you'll feel it better.” He moved his hands back up as he spoke, undid another button, enough of them now so that he could see, so he could uncover one of her breasts and slip his hand inside her shirt to touch. He cupped her left first, that little weight in the palm of his hand, warm and soft.

“You like them, don't you?” she asked, and she was moving now, on him, rubbing herself on him a little. Clegane couldn't help smiling.

“'Course I do,” he murmured, moving his head down to kiss the perfect slope of her just there. “They're always so perky. They want to be played with, and teased, and touched.” He looked up, feeling daring. “Even when you don't.”

She laughed at him in shocked surprise, and he gave her breast an open-mouthed kiss or two, playing while she was still of the mind to let him. “Take them off,” he said again, jolting her, and she bit her lip.

“I can't!” she said, gasping. “I still have to scold Tormund before he thinks he got away with it.”

Clegane growled. “Hurry up, then,” he said, beginning to push her away while he still could. While he'd still let her get away.

“Wait,” she said, and he looked into her eyes. “When we do this now,” she said. “Go all the way. Promise me.”

Stands to reason she'd make him promise to fuck her, after making him promise not to. Clegane nodded slowly. “I promise.”

“If I scream,” she said, then frowned. “Don't let me scream.”

“I'll make you quiet.” It was a legitimate request. They didn't want to bring people running to find out what was going on.

“If I cry, don't stop. Do it to me.”

“Brienne, I'll do it, I promise, but you have to want it.”

“I do,” she said, and he looked into her eyes.

“Be convincing,” he advised her.

She shook her head slightly, not understanding. To illustrate, he pulled her onto him again, so that she'd feel how hard he was through their layers of clothing. “If you want this,” he said roughly. “I need you to want me, Brienne, even this time, even when it hurts.”

“All right,” she said, her eyes wide. “I promise I'll try.” She gulped, clearly trying to imagine it. “It's the best I can say just now. I just don't know, and that's the truth.”

He nodded. “That'll do.”

Now she got up and left him on the chair, and his body actually shuddered for losing her touch and her weight. He felt cold without her, but Tormund had been remarkably silent throughout all of this. Seemed like it was finally his turn. Clegane settled himself in to watch.

“You,” Brienne said, unimpressed, walking to stand in front of the wildling. She paused for a moment, then sighed. A short, frustrated sound. “I'm up here!” she said, annoyed, pointing at her face. Clegane smirked. Tormund had been staring at her tits too.

“Sorry,” he murmured. Just then, Brienne looked down at herself, and realised that he'd managed to undo quite a few of her buttons, leaving her left breast uncovered and peeking out from her shirt.

“Oh,” she said, as if embarrassed, and pulled the edges of the shirt together. “Well, all right.”

“I get a say,” she told Tormund sternly when she was a little more decent.

“Yes, you do,” he said, nodding. “I am sorry. I shouldn't have interfered, not then. It was wrong of me.”

Brienne frowned, as if this was all too easy. Clegane felt distinctly uneasy, as if the atmosphere had become subtly charged.

“I always get a say,” she said then, to make a point out of it, and Tormund stood up, as if she'd just challenged him in some way.

“Beauty, you get a say. When you know what you are getting, you'll always have a say. That's the way it works.”

Well, now, that was a strange way of putting it! Clegane looked to Brienne, and saw that she thought so too.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean we need to get this done, so that you know. What to expect. How it feels. The pleasure you can anticipate.”

She licked her lips, nodded slowly. “We kind of just worked that out,” she said, and as Tormund walked towards her, she actually backed away a step.

“What is it?” Tormund asked, still staring steadily at her.

“Nothing,” she said, shaking her head a little. “Just, you suddenly seemed a little bit...” She was clearly uncomfortable to admit to it. “Well, dangerous.”

Tormund stared, then tilted his head a little, and Brienne almost seemed to jump, left hand going to her hip, right hand reaching instinctively for a sword that wasn't there. Then he laughed out loud, as if she'd made a joke, and it managed to break the strange tension that had sprung up from nowhere. He looked to Clegane. “I am dangerous!” he said, as proud of the word as only a mad fucker could be. “And to this woman too!”

Even Clegane had a little snicker at that. It was funny.

Brienne blushed and visibly relaxed as he laughed, then smiled a little. “In your dreams,” she said, and then walked to stand between them, looking at them one to the other. “Right, then. Shall we go at this again?”

Clegane stood up, full of purpose. He was ready, and nothing was going to stop him this time. Also, he'd learned there was only one way to get her properly undressed. With a little longing growl of a sound, he took off his shirt, too impatient to wait for the buttons that went plinking all over the floor. Brienne looked shocked for a moment, then she smiled.

She did undo the rest of hers, and then dropped the shirt down her arms, baring her to their hungry gaze. Tormund was undressing too. Before she could undress fully, Clegane simply scooped her up and carried her over to the bed with her giggling in his arms.

“Now you can't wait?” she said, laughing as he deposited on the sheets. Clegane smirked.

“Oh, no! You think I'm just going to stick it in you? We've got hours.” He crawled over her on all fours as she looked up at him. He looked her up and down deliberately, bringing to mind all the things that made her moan and writhe and sweat. “And hours,” he said, his voice deepening.

Well, he'd be damned if her eyes weren't darkening at his words, just like they did when the wildling touched her! That reaction made him feel proud of himself. He looked down slightly. “And obviously, you've got your breasts, still,” he said on purpose, making her giggle.

And there were hours, as Tormund joined them on the bed. Neither he nor Tormund had slept, but he barely noticed. He was much too excited to be tired. Perhaps it was a good thing that they'd faltered that first time, because as they slowly took her down between them, she relaxed more deeply than before, and he noted it with pleasure...

To be continued...
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