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Chapter Twenty-three

Clegane awoke with his head against Brienne's left shoulder, low down, low enough so that her warm skin was soft beneath his ear and he could feel the reassuring slow beating of her heart. Her arm was around him, hand on his biceps. He breathed in deep, surrounded by her heat and scent, and opened his eyes. His first sight was of the slope of her breasts in front of his face, nipples sticking out, and he felt himself smile immediately as a reflex.

“Or, I could wake up like this every morning,” he murmured quietly to himself, feeling happy again. He lifted his head a little, and saw Tormund, arms wrapped around her waist, body all kind of scrunched up to keep on the bed, head pillowed on her flat stomach. Brienne had her other hand in the wildling's mass of hair, like he was a favoured pet or something. Clegane smirked. “We both could.”

As gently as he could, he moved his arm a little so that he could lay a hand on her right breast. It was much too tempting to just lie there, untouched. Mmm... Clegane squeezed a little, and above his line of sight, Brienne gasped. Her fingers tightened on the muscles of his arm.

At once, he looked up and found her staring at him. She was already awake, and his heart jolted in awareness. She'd been watching him sleep. Her blue eyes looked right into him as he moved his hand slightly, so that he could roll her nipple tenderly between his fingers, and he saw those eyes lose focus a little in pleasure.

“We all could,” he added then, continuing to tease as Brienne bit her lower lip. He scooted up the bed far enough to kiss her, continuing to play, her arm still around him as she kissed him back. At once he wondered if she'd let him fuck her in the morning, and he groaned in want, deepening the kiss until she suddenly wrenched herself away.

“Be careful!” she hissed in a whisper, nudging him, and he realised he was pressing his hip right against Tormund's arm. “You'll wake him.”

Clegane relented for now. If she wanted these moments to be just between them, he wasn't going to argue the matter. “Good morning,” he said slowly, and she smiled very slightly.

“Morning.” Then she looked down the bed, her hand moving in the wildling's hair. Clegane wondered.

“Are you still angry with him?”

Brienne shook her head. “No,” she said, her voice hushed. “Not unless he wakes up being all 'I decide, woman!' because then I'll have to throw him out until he's reconsidered his position.”

Clegane laughed slowly. She'd managed a creditable impression of Tormund's way of speaking. Yet she still seemed thoughtful.

“He thinks we're married,” she said on a winsome sigh.

“You are, as I understand it,” Clegane responded, “from what he said to me beforehand.” Instantly, Brienne switched her gaze to him.

“You knew?!” she hissed, and Clegane jumped a little.

“Not everything!” he said quickly, distancing himself with his words. “I didn't know what he would do. But I knew he couldn't have taken you without all this marrying stuff.” Clegane frowned, remembering Tormund's vague explanation. “I think it's just the way they are.”

Brienne calmed again, and nodded. Again she was wearing that slight smile.

“So, you're not angry?” Clegane queried, just to make absolutely certain, and she shook her head quickly, frowning, as if annoyed at having to answer the same question twice. She petted Tormund a little more, and the wildling moved in his sleep, his arms tightening around her.

“Married,” she whispered, then looked at Clegane, “as far as he is concerned. As far as wildlings are concerned.” She half smiled. “I have a husband.”

“And what do you think?”

Now her eyes twinkled. “I think you still owe me a wedding,” she whispered, “if we get out of this. A real one. You did mean it, didn't you?”

“I don't say shit I don't mean,” Clegane said roughly, then he returned to teasing her breast with his hand, because he found he loved the way her eyes looked when he did it. “We work, don't we?”

Brienne nodded, then let her head fall back in pleasure, stretching her neck out. “I think so.” Perhaps they shouldn't be talking this way. It was a denial of reality, and yet it felt good to do it. To pretend that they could have something more, something that would last longer than the days or weeks allotted to them.

Soon, they would be out there fighting. But for now things were different, and why was it he couldn't touch her without wanting to be in her? He couldn't, that was the truth, and he knew he hadn't given a good account of himself yet. She had been a virgin the first time he'd taken her, exhausted and irresistible the second. He wanted to have her properly.

“Good,” Clegane growled. “Wake him up,” he said, with a deliberate light squeeze to her breast. “I want to fuck you in the morning.”

Brienne moaned, and Clegane grinned, giving into temptation and kissing her neck since she'd left it there for him, her head still tilted back. “You want us to do that and then go and fight each other?” she managed, breathless.

Pulling his lips back, Clegane let her raise her head again. “Don't you?” he asked, and he saw the moment she wanted it. That fire in her.

“Yes,” she said, something in her eyes quickening in more than pleasure. It was excitement, and wonder, and she moved her hand away from Tormund, so that she could reach up and touch his face. “You'll give me everything I want,” she said, as if realising it for the first time. They were the same. “I want it all.”

They stared at each other, and if he'd been more romantic he might have thought it was love between them. As it was, he thought if he didn't get his cock in her soon he might explode. On the verge of waking Tormund up, mostly to tell him to get out of the damn way, there was a grumble from lower down the bed.

“About time you two realised you love each other,” Tormund observed. He yawned, and relinquished his hold on Brienne, moving up the bed on her other side. “Morning, woman.” He turned her head and placed a quick kiss on her lips.

For a moment, Clegane wondered what her reaction would be.

“Morning, husband,” she said, her voice pointed, and the wildling passed a hand over his face, but it was impossible for him to hide his sudden pleased grin. “You like being called that?” she pressed, and the wildling nodded silently. Clegane saw her eyes narrow, as if she knew she'd won.

“Good,” she said. “I'll call you husband for as long as you please me,” she said sweetly. Tormund looked heavenward, then sneaked a glance at Clegane.

“See how ferocious she is?” Tormund said, and Clegane laughed. He couldn't help it. Felt good to see someone else get the sharp end of her tongue for once.

Even Brienne smiled, but then she leaned Tormund's way, and her voice deepened. “And I know how well you can please me now, don't I?” She kissed the wildling, slowly, and as she broke away, she was blushing. “You were wonderful,” she said, more quietly. “It felt so...” Tormund put a finger to her lips.

“When he does it to you,” Tormund said, nodding at Clegane. “Tell him. He likes to hear you tell him things. I like to hear you moan for me, beauty.” He grinned. “I like you wild.”

For a moment, it seemed as if she didn't know what to do or say, then she relaxed onto her back and looked at him. “Am I wild?” she asked, curious, and Clegane smirked.

“Only when you forget what you're doing,” he said, and because now Tormund wasn't in the way, he threw an arm over her, and a leg, lowering his head to kiss her as a reminder. “Have you forgotten?” he asked when he was done, and she shook her head.

“We might have to start getting up earlier,” she conceded, but she was arching her body towards his, urging him to come all the way over and cover her. Clegane didn't need that much urging. He'd be damned if she didn't smile beneath him as she raised her arms to drape them over his shoulders. She made him feel more than mere lust.

“You made such a big deal of me being ready before,” she said in earnest. “How do you know my body wants it now?”

Clegane puffed his breath out in a half laugh. Like it wasn't obvious, but then perhaps it wasn't, to her. “Brienne,” he said, making sure he had her attention. “Do you want my cock in you?” She lost the smile, but her eyes darkened, and she released her breath in a sigh of unconscious longing. “Deep in you?”

He could feel her knees at either side of him as she raised her legs as an encouragement, her hips lifting slightly, but he didn't move. Not yet. “You shouldn't say it like that,” she complained, frowning at his language.

“I say it like that because of how your body responds,” he said simply. “It knows what it wants.” He rolled against her, just his weight, just a little tease, and this time she moaned openly.

“Sandor, please!”

She lifted her hips, this time properly, so strong and he felt himself slide between her lips as she did it. Now she understood what was needed, and she almost had them in that perfect alignment before she suddenly relaxed, the strangest look of disappointment on her face.

“Oh, no,” she said, staring up at him. “Not again!”

She flashed a look of apology at him that he didn't understand until she switched to look at Tormund, who shrugged sheepishly, having watched them work each other up to it over mere seconds.

“I did work you hard, beauty. I had to.”

She was sore again. Clegane collapsed onto her with a groan of unsatisfied need, which wasn't soothed at all, even when he felt her fingers carding through his hair. “I'm sorry,” she whispered.

It was hardly her fault. Her body would adjust in time. He meant to say it was all right, but what came out of him was a low growl. He didn't realise what she was up to, even when he felt her legs twining around his calves, but then she flipped them over on the bed, and he ended up on his back before he could begin to be startled by it, her looking down on him for the shortest of moments before she headed down the bed.

Clegane lifted his head from the pillows, just in time to feel the blessed heat as she took the head of his dick into her mouth, her hand on the rest of him, all of her weight resting on her left arm. He saw her blonde head, moving up and down, using the strength of that arm to create the rise and fall, and he subsided with a groan of lust and pleasure. “Brienne...”

At first, she still showed that lack of experience, but she made up for it with sheer enthusiasm, and after the first minute or so, she found her step, enough so that Clegane found himself swearing, trying not to thrust up into that wonderful sucking heat and frighten her away.

He turned his head, hands by his sides, clenched into fists, only to find Tormund watching him. Strangely, that made it better, and he moaned despite himself, his eyes rolling closed, though in his mind he could still see that unblinking gaze focused on him. His body shuddered.

If he'd had room to think through the incredible sensation of Brienne sucking him off he might have anticipated it, but he didn't, and the first touch of Tormund's lips on his made him cry out, his hands coming up to push the wildling away. He managed to hold Tormund off of him, just a short distance, and he opened his eyes.

“Don't you do that to me,” he growled. “Not now, you dumb cunt!” It enraged him, it did. Somehow. Brienne was still working on him, and he wanted all of his attention for her, not for this – whatever it was – that existed between them.

Tormund didn't smile, but his eyes twinkled, and he leaned over with his body, dominating, and Clegane realised he couldn't fight it without interrupting her. He shook his head. “Bastard. I'll kill you for this,” he vowed. Tormund tilted his head and then shrugged a little, as if it didn't matter.

“We do it now,” he said simply, and began the kiss anew.

His hands were already on Tormund's face, where he'd been holding the wildling off, and now he flexed his fingers, getting his hands tangled in the ginger hair, in his beard, pulling. He couldn't fight it, but he was furious, and their kisses might have seemed explosive before – they were nothing compared to this. All of his anger was directed into it. He resented every second, hated everything, loathed Tormund's tongue, invading his mouth like that. Shoved it back with his own. Keep your own fucking space, cunt! he thought.

All the while, he was hard, and getting closer. Brienne was quickening, and despite himself he heard himself groan into the kiss, and he wanted to punish Tormund for stealing it from him but he couldn't. Not quite. In fact, as the wildling tried to pull away, he resisted, keeping Tormund close to him, greedy for more. When he realised that he let go suddenly, and Tormund pulled back a little.

Clegane could hear the slightly obscene wet sound of Brienne's sucking, and he was moving on the bed slightly. He just couldn't help it – she felt so good now. Tormund's eyes were dark as night, half leaned over him, so that Clegane could feel his body hair. This was fucking ridiculous, but he couldn't help it, couldn't help himself.

“Good,” Tormund said. “Want another?”

Just the question reignited that desperate fury in his heart, and he dragged Tormund's lips back to his. He hardly felt human, more like a wild animal. He was a collection of sensations and Brienne and Tormund both satisfied him somehow – together.

The kiss was like a scream he couldn't voice. It was primal, and yet he was glad Tormund didn't continue it past the point of his approaching orgasm. Instead the wildling kissed along his jawline, and his neck as he tilted his head.

Then it was there, upon him, and he couldn't stop himself from lifting up from the bed. She'd relaxed her throat, enough to take him a little way. She wasn't anything like Tormund, but she was Brienne, and that was enough. He cried out her name, and because of Tormund all that was left in him was good, all that he was passed into her and it was the best of him. His face felt cool, and he raised a hand to wipe the wetness away in surprise as Tormund moved back.

At last Brienne came back up the bed, straddling him. She licked her lips like a cat that had got the cream, and he laughed shakily.

“You like my husband?” she asked, a twinkle in her eye, and he smirked. He remembered his threat, and thought perhaps Tormund might live to see another day yet.

“Aye. He's all right, for a ginger.” Something new was about to happen to Brienne, and he wanted it. “Move up here,” he said, getting his hands around her arse and pushing her up his body. It took her a moment or two before she understood, and then she gasped. But she did as he wanted.

At last she was in the right place, knees on the pillows at either side of his head, pussy just above his lips. “Mmm,” he said, happily, “down, now, Brienne, just a little.”

When he had her right where he wanted her, he wrapped his right arm around her hips to keep her steady while he went to town on her, exploring each of her folds with the tip of his tongue, giving her slow passes over her clitoris, loving every tremor he coaxed from her thighs, every moan he won from her lips. She reached out with her right hand, and he grasped it in his left – tightly.

“How do you even breathe?” she asked, breathless herself, and he made a sound against her. She shivered atop him. She tasted beautiful, and getting to know her like this was a pleasure he didn't want to waste a second of. He had his eyes closed to properly appreciate it, and he didn't even bother to answer. Luckily, Tormund took care of it for him.

“If he couldn't breathe, he would die a happy man,” Tormund commented.

“Come here,” Brienne said, and Clegane opened his eyes. She was going to try to suck the wildling off at the same time? Oh, this should be good! He released her from the tight grip he had with his arm around her hips to give her a little leeway as Tormund got on his knees.

She began confidently enough, but then Clegane got evil, suckling on her clitoris to make her lose her way. And she did, her mouth becoming lax while she panted and moaned around Tormund's cock as she came. And the wildling did exactly what he'd thought, cradling the back of Brienne's head in one large hand and using it to gently fuck her mouth.

Clegane could feel her heat, dripping onto him almost, and before it could, he formed his tongue into a point and speared her with it, keeping her nice and occupied, enjoying the honeyed taste of her in his mouth as she moved slightly up and down. He took up the same tempo as Tormund, until they were taking her from both ends. She seemed overwhelmed, her hand clutching tight to his now as they had her between them.

She couldn't speak, but her vocalisations around Tormund's dick were enlightening enough. He looked up and caught Tormund's eye, reached out with his right hand, and felt the wildling take it in his. And there they were, the three of them, together. Brienne in the middle of them, giving them both what they wanted. Clegane coiled his tongue inside her. Her pussy might be sore, but it could take this, and she moaned low in her throat, a sound that was staggered by Tormund's movements. It was fucking perfect.

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Some time later, Brienne pulled on a robe that he'd got for her, sat on the side of the bed. She drew in a breath and looked at them both.

“I might need to sit this morning out again,” she said, disappointed.

“Your body is adjusting, that's all,” he said. “It's like using a new muscle.”

She brightened at that, smiling at him. “Really? Because I want to feel good when I get up. And I want to practice in the morning, and I want to have you both in the morning too.” She seemed to realise what she'd said, and bit her lower lip. “Does that make me greedy?”

Tormund gazed at her. “Now you know what you want. I call it fair. So many years, beauty. Now we have all found each other. And there is so little time.” He shrugged. “There is no greed here. Only desire to know forever in each day.”

Brienne sighed. Tormund had reminded them all of the truth, and it was harsh, but it needed to be done. There could be no false modesty between them. “Yes,” she said at last. “That is it. I want to know you forever, in each day.” She smiled sadly. “It's never going to be enough, is it? Not even if we spent every minute awake in this bed.”

Clegane cleared his throat. “We can't do that,” he put in. The other two looked at him. “Well, I don't know about you two, but I'm bloody starving, and we're already late for breakfast. Can we get on with it?”

That seemed to break the melancholy mood that had descended, and Brienne nodded, then stood up carefully. She nodded for a second time, then moved so gingerly towards the door Clegane could feel his lips pulling upwards into a slight smirk. He managed to stop it creeping in as she looked at him. “All right. See you at breakfast,” she said with a little wave, then opened the door.

“Every damned morning,” she said under her breath, then closed the door behind her.

Clegane and Tormund looked at each other, then laughed. It was completely unavoidable. They were still laughing a few seconds later when there was a sudden sharp rapping at the door. That shut them up pretty fast. They couldn't possibly answer it. Anyone who knocked at this door had come looking for Brienne, not for either of them, and they waited, hardly daring to breathe for whoever it was to go away again.

After a minute or two, when the knocking didn't repeat, they thought they were safe, but then the door opened suddenly, and they argued over the blankets, struggling to cover themselves before they even got a look at who'd walked in. When they did, they were both at a complete loss...

To be continued...

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