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Author's Note: A chapter from Tormund's pov. Hope you enjoy it. Erm, it is more smut, I'm afraid.

Chapter Thirty

When Tormund awoke in the morning it was quite early, still dark outside, and Brienne was almost clinging to him in her sleep, warm, one arm and one leg draped over him in an unconscious statement of possession. During the night, somehow they'd rearranged themselves so she was in the middle again. His face was in her hair, and he could smell that sweet soap on her. Tormund hummed and drew her into his embrace properly, sleeping or not, and she stirred.

“Morning,” she said quietly, turning her head a little and pressing a tender kiss to his lips. “I must have fallen back to sleep. I was awake a while ago.”

“Morning, beauty,” he replied. “So you half on top of me wasn’t an accident then?” he queried, and she shook her head.

“You were so warm,” she confessed, “and snuggly. And since you are my husband, and therefore mine, I thought I'd take full advantage of you.”

Tormund smiled. “How do you feel this morning?” he asked directly, and there was no mistaking his meaning.

“All right,” she said slowly, blinking at him. “I mean, I don’t think I <i>will</i> feel it for a week. I think my body is adjusting, just like he said it would.”

He nodded. “Very good. That is right. Today we will try for two fingers. We will start now, while you are still sleepy warm and relaxed. Get on your knees for me.”

Immediately she became disconcerted. “All right,” she agreed, frowning slightly. “But... now? Are you sure?”

“Now.”

They kept their voices quiet, so as not to disturb Clegane, and now they broke apart to make ready, careful not to wake him, as if they were in unspoken agreement. These moments were for them.

As he got the oil, she did as he wished, and he turned back to find her on her knees, her upper body lowered to the bed. Tormund drew in a breath of desire, and he couldn't help stroking one hand over her back, the curve that her body made like that.

“Will you kiss me there?” she asked suddenly, turning her head so that her voice wasn't muffled by the pillows.

“You like it,” Tormund observed, “so I am certain I will.” He paused for a heartbeat, so that his next words were deliberately ambiguous. “I like it too.”

Two seconds later she'd moved to sit up in the middle of the bed, staring at him. “You like it,” she repeated thoughtfully. And then she smiled, and she leaned in close, as slinky as a cat. “Then you should let me return the favour,” she suggested. He'd been a fool to think he could disguise anything before her.

Tormund felt his jaw drop a little, the bottle of oil forgotten in his hand. She'd managed to unbalance him, surprise him, and his first thought was that he was glad Clegane was still fast asleep and unable to observe it. He swallowed, his mouth suddenly dry as he imagined it.

“You mean you would?” he murmured quietly, shocked, and he stared into her eyes. She suddenly frowned at him, displeased.

“Do you think I am some kind of hypocrite?” she responded, and he shook his head quickly. Her voice was hard, but her touch was soft as she trailed her fingers up his arm. It almost tickled. “I won't let you do anything to me I wouldn't do for you in return,” she said firmly, apparently decided on the matter.

At that, he smirked, beginning to enjoy this now. “Be careful what you say, woman,” he warned. “There isn't anything I wouldn't do to you if there was pleasure to be found in it. For either one of us.”

He was on his knees as she moved behind him, all sinuous moves and silky soft skin, her hands splayed over his chest from behind, her body warm against his back, breasts pressed into him there. “What else do you like? You tied me up. Do you want that too?” Her hands moved to his biceps and squeezed lightly. “You're so strong,” she said quietly. “If I bound you to my bed, would you break it?”

A low sound of desire came from his throat that he couldn't help, and yet he smiled. “I might,” he replied. “It wouldn't be the first time a carpenter had been brought to your room because of us, would it?”

She giggled in delight, and he turned to bring her back, encouraging her to get back on her knees. At last he remembered the oil, and he thumbed open the bottle. It made a little pop of sound as she waited for his touch, but then he placed it back on the night stand, unused. First, the kiss.

“I will teach you,” he said, his voice low. “Though you've felt this before, I shall explain exactly what it is I do.” She hummed in agreement as he spread her open with his hands, exposing her to his view.

“When you face it, you'll understand, because it's difficult to reach with your lips. It's less of a kiss,” he murmured as he moved his mouth closer, “more tongue than that.”

“Tongue,” she repeated dutifully, as if it really were a lesson. Then he demonstrated, and she moaned quietly. He made his tongue as stiff and pointed as he could at first, the better to explore the texture of all those little folds of skin around her entrance. He circled it a few times, and let his tongue relax into something much more pliable with each pass, breathing heat onto her, until she was whispering his name into the pillows, then he moved back.

“Hard, then soft,” he said. “Then hard again, to get inside.”

“Inside...” she said, longing, as he went back to it, and he felt himself smiling, but it didn't put him off, and he made his tongue rigid again, so he could push into her, just a little way, just far enough to tease the skin at the edge. He took his time about it, until she was trembling and gasping below him, and calling him “husband” again. Then at last he pulled away, picked up the oil.

He poured a little onto his right hand. “We'll start with one, Brienne,” he told her. “Are you ready?”

“I'm ready,” she said, and he took his time about that too, even though the teasing with his tongue had relaxed her body for play. She seemed fairly comfortable with that once the initial penetration was achieved though, and so he soon went about adding another. She whimpered, but didn't complain, and soon she was making the same sounds as before.

“No pain?” he asked, and she shook her head against the pillows.

“No,” she said, her voice muffled. “Only,” she paused, “are you going to have me as well? Because I don't know how that might feel,” she admitted.

He halted, surprised. “Perhaps I might use a finger on you there,” he said, “if you want it.” Then used his other hand. Only, his finger slid into her pussy easily because she was all slick with her own arousal for it... for him. “You do want it,” he breathed, pleased somehow at this proof of her desire for him, for his cock.

“Yet I've hardly touched you,” he noted in wonder as she groaned. He wiggled that finger, merciless, because he knew where that groan came from. She felt full already. “You sure you can take me, woman?”

“I don't know,” she admitted. He pulled his finger away and sucked at it so as not to miss out on the taste of her, then spread some of the oil over his cock, running his hand over himself a few times as he thought upon it.

“We'll try,” he said. “I'm not moving my fingers. You tell me if it hurts, and I'll stop.” She was quiet below him, and he moved those fingers that were still deep in her. “Tell me you understand. If it hurts, you say so.”

“I'll tell you!” she gasped, and he relented.

Despite his instructions, there was a powerful lust in him as he positioned the head of his cock just there. He watched carefully as he pushed inside a little way. This first part would be the hardest, and she seemed to swallow the cry that came from her, but she didn't say anything. Once the head of his cock was in a little deeper, it got easier, but it was very tight, and he hissed with the sensation of it, moving very slowly, watching every inch go in.

“Oh, beauty,” he said, unable to help it. He growled a little then, feeling her respond to his naming of her. “Stay nice and relaxed for me,” he warned, “nice and open.” Now that he was mostly in her, his hand was free, and he stroked her lower back to soothe her. He pulled back a little, then went deeper. It was like paradise.

“Let me take what I want from you, beauty, that is it. Yes,” he murmured, beginning a very slow movement back and forth, watching as his cock appeared and disappeared inside her. “Good...” She trembled beneath him.

“Tormund!” she breathed urgently.

“Shh... easy,” he said. “Soon, you will be ready to take us,” he told her, and he felt her tighten at that. He stopped moving, mostly because it was edging out of pleasure, even for him. “You are hurting?” he asked immediately.

“No,” she whispered.

“You are frightened?”

She didn't respond, only gave him a kind of broken sob of sheer need, and he felt his heart contract for her. “Don't be afraid. We will be so gentle with you, so easy on you, so good to you. Beautiful Brienne, don't you know how we will love you?”

Now her body relaxed again, and he resumed the slow movement while she moaned in pleasure. It would take a long time for her to come this way, since she could not tighten around him without making him stop. It potentiated her pleasure, and his. When they did it for real, it would be perfect.

At last, he pulled away and out, still hard, and Brienne seemed to slump a little, breathing fast against the pillows. Tormund didn't allow her to rest. He twisted his fingers inside her a little, so that she gasped.

“I want to finish in you here,” he told her. “Can I try it?”

“Yes,” she said, then turned her head so she could look up at him. “Will it hurt as much as the other way did?”

Tormund shook his head. “Not quite. I've loosened you, so you won't bleed. It might hurt a little, but only a little, I promise. When it does, you tell me, and I make it better for you, yes?”

Brienne nodded, though she was clearly nervous as he withdrew his fingers. He rubbed his hand over her lower back again. “Relax for me again, beauty. I won't go near you until you do.”

While he waited, he used some more of the oil on himself, because there couldn't be too much for this, and by the time he'd done that, she was all warm and open again. That tension in her was gone. Taking a deep breath, he positioned himself again, this time higher, and pressed against her there but didn't enter her.

“One hard push now, beauty,” he warned, and then he was in, taking gentle hold of her hips to keep her still and steady for it. Brienne cried out beneath him, and then commenced a kind of quickened panting that slowly resolved into deeper breaths as he held himself still inside of her.

She felt just as gorgeous here as he'd imagined, and he realised he didn't know which he liked best about her, front or back. At first he'd felt her body clench upon him, hot and strong, but then she relaxed, and he breathed easier himself at that.

“Good,” he praised. “Very good, beauty. See, it is not so hard.” He waited another moment. “Now I move,” he warned, and he gave her the slightest back and forth motion, drawing a hiss of awareness from her and that tight clutching sensation again. “Does it hurt?” he asked.

“Sort of,” she admitted. “Not as much, not the same as the other way. Not sharp, but kind of deeper. Oh, it feels wrong!” she said suddenly, dismayed. “I don't know if I want you to stop. Should it feel like this? Help me, Tormund. Tell me. You've done this before, haven't you? You've felt this, for the first time? Tell me you have,” she pleaded.

He licked his lips, remembered. “Of course I have. I know what it is you're feeling. I've felt it too. If the feeling isn't sharp, it's all right. It's just because you've never been touched here before. My fingers didn't get as deep in you as I am now.” He tried to ignore the need to move. “Relax again. Trust in me. I won't harm you. Let me take you there, and in a few moments, it will get better, I think.”

“All right. I will try, I promise,” Brienne said, and she drew in a deep breath, her body letting him go again, to do as he would, and he did. Tormund moved in and out a few times, keeping those thrusts the same length and depth to allow her to get used to it. At first all he could hear was her stuttered breathing as she tried not to cry out, as she tried to stay accepting. Then, at last, he heard her moan.

“Oh, Gods,” she said. “Tormund!”

He grinned. “It's good now? Better?” he asked. He already knew the answer. She wasn't concentrating on staying relaxed now. Her body was doing it all for her; he could feel it, that difference.

“Good,” she agreed. “Oh, I had no idea! How will I bear it?”

Tormund didn't stop moving, but for a moment he was confused. “Bear it?” he repeated.

“Both of you,” she managed, between moans. “Both of you, in me each way. How will I bear the pleasure? Perhaps you will break me, after all.”

Ah, now he understood! Tormund grinned, watching himself again happily, moving in and out of that tightness. “Perhaps we will,” he told her, “every time.” He reached beneath her now to tease her clitoris, making her thighs tremble as he fucked her this new way. “And every time you will recover so that we can break you between us again.”

“Ohhh...” She was tightening around him, but because she was climaxing, and she couldn't really take him with her this way. He continued through it, continued to touch her too, until she was whimpering, collapsing down onto the bed and he merely followed her, still taking her that way.

Clegane chose just that moment to raise his head from the pillows. Tormund looked around at him, but didn't speak, only grinned at him. He was close now, could feel it coiling in him as Brienne's moans rose in volume again.

“Yes!” he ground out. “Take it from me!” He could feel his face twisting in a snarl of victory as he let it all go into her, that stuttering feeling of need to get it all inside of her, all at once, and his last movements were hard and fast.

It was done. Tormund came back to himself and pulled out of her slowly, softened a little now. He drew in a deep breath, then before she could protest about doing any of it herself, he reached to the bedside table and squeezed out a cloth.

“Going to be cold now,” he warned, and he cared for her body while she lay still. Then he cleaned himself before using the last unsoiled remnant of it to clean off his fingers. He threw the cloth aside.

At last, he turned onto his back at the side of her and looked into her eyes. “Was it as bad as you feared?” he wanted to know.

She shook her head. “No. Not at all.” She heaved a great breath. “I could sleep for longer now, though,” she said. At the other side of her, Clegane cleared his throat, and she immediately turned to her other side, away from him.

“Good morning, you,” she said, her voice warm, reaching out with her arms as Clegane claimed a deep kiss from her.

Before long, he had her beneath him, and it was only then she seemed to realise what was going to happen to her – again – and the look in her eyes would have been enough to make him hard again if he hadn't given her everything just a few moments ago.

She must be exhausted, but she didn't rest, and she welcomed him completely as Tormund watched. Clegane groaned when he got inside of her.

“Gods, Brienne. You're so hot, and wet! Seven Hells!” He kind of growled and gave it to her hard. She didn't complain, but moved with him, arms and legs around him as she stared up into his eyes.

“I want this to last,” he said, then lowered his head to her shoulder as he fucked her, slowing and easing a little.

As Tormund watched, he saw her smile, kind of wickedly, becoming aware of her own power in this, and she turned her head to murmur into Clegane's ear.

“No, you don't,” she told him. “I know what you want. You want to come in me, and I want it too. Give it to me fast, and hard, and deep, until you can't keep it back.”

Every time she paused, she must have been tightening on him consciously, because Clegane was actually moaning as if on command. Tormund chuckled, enjoying the show, and a part of him looked forward to when it would be his turn.

Clegane raised himself up again, looked into her eyes. “Brienne, please,” he said, but she only tilted her head back, still smiling slightly.

“Give it to me, Sandor,” she said. “Give me what I want.”

She turned her head, exposing her neck, and the fading mark there. It must be irresistible, and that proved to be so when Clegane dipped his head with a groan and set about refreshing that mark. When he'd done, he dragged his mouth away, and it was even darker than the first time he'd put it there.

“Hard and fast and deep is what you want?” he demanded roughly, his hands moving down to her hips, stilling her movements. She looked at him, nodded in silence. She must have given him another squeeze as incentive because he suddenly gave up on the easy in and out and snapped his hips, drawing a kind of strange, needy moan from her lips.

“Yes,” she said. “More. Fill me up with you, Sandor,” she said. “I want it.”

Clegane closed his eyes, and again with that hard, almost brutal snap. Then he looked at her. “This is what you want?” he asked, and she nodded again. The most amazing look of wonder came over him. “Brienne. I dreamed...” He seemed unwilling to say more.

“I know. It's all right. I can take it. Do it to me. Let go.” She drew in a deep breath, and Clegane seemed to lose it a little, giving her a series of those deep hard thrusts until she cried out, her body shaking suddenly. Clegane didn't stop, because he was there too, and he let it go into her, just as she'd told him to, burying his face in her neck at the last and resting there.

When it was over, Brienne stroked her hands over his shoulders and his back. “There. That's better,” she said. Her head fell to the side, though, and she exchanged a glance with him, and Tormund could see she was exhausted before they'd even risen for the day. At once it occurred to him that her behaviour with Clegane had only been half about playful dominance and half about finishing him quickly. Perhaps they were a little too demanding. He sighed as she closed her eyes. Maybe they should ease off on her, just a bit. He found himself trying to count how many climaxes she'd given them just since they'd retired the night before, and he couldn't think of a number. Really, he should have seen this, but he'd just been too carried away by the whole thing.

Troubled, he nudged Clegane, who raised his head and gazed at him with a question. Tormund tilted his head sharply. Get off of her, he mouthed silently.

Clegane did so, despite Brienne trying to hold onto him, then Tormund took hold of one of her hands, and she shook her head with her eyes closed. “No more,” she said. “Not right now. I have to get up at some point.” She yawned. “Honestly, can't you two play with each other or something?” She pulled her hand back, then curled up on her side.

Tormund bit his lip, then opened his mouth.

“Don't do it,” Brienne said suddenly, without opening her eyes. Tormund blinked, looked at Clegane, who shrugged.

“Do what?” Tormund asked, completely mystified.

“You're about to 'Beauty' me,” she grumbled. “That only works when I want it to. Let me have half an hour, then a bath, then breakfast. Then try and pick up my sword.” She groaned. “Then, maybe, I'll have something else for you. If you're really good, perhaps that favour I owe you.”

Tormund opened his eyes wide, then Clegane started to laugh. At last Tormund held out his hands, nodded and bowed his head, waiting for the laughter to stop. When it did, he said: “We're overtiring you, and that is mostly my fault. I'm sorry. I'll make it easier from now on, I promise.”

“No, you won't,” she said, her voice muffled and drowsy. “You don't know how to be easy, Tormund.”

“No. You won't,” Clegane agreed, still smirking.

This entire situation was feeling very familiar to him, but last time he wasn't on the losing end of it. He grumbled a bit. “All right,” he admitted. “I won't.” To his surprise, Brienne smiled.

“Good. Don't argue with me. Now lie down for a bit,” she ordered. “Both of you. It's still early, I can feel it.”

They all nestled together, and she got the half hour or so she wanted, though he didn't sleep, and neither did Clegane. They just stared at each other over her and tried to resist the temptation to touch her and start all over again, which was a little bit like torture.

When she did wake up, she stretched out, and then groaned, pulling a strange face.

“What is it?” Clegane asked.

“Ugh, what do you think?” she responded, accusatory, fidgeting in her place on the bed. “I really need a bath.”

Clegane laughed a little. “Want some more before you go?” he wondered out loud. “I could fill you up again.” Brienne gave him a disgusted look. “No, then, huh?” He leaned over her and claimed a kiss, and when he drew back, she was all inviting again, eyes dark. She shook her head as if to clear it. Tormund thought it was a good time to take a kiss of his own. When he'd done, she lay there for a moment, staring at them, one to the other. She sighed, very slightly, and Tormund laughed this time. She'd let them, he realised. She'd let them do it to her all over again.

“Come on, woman,” he teased, sitting up and pulling on her hand. “Time to get up.”

Clegane got her a robe, which she pulled on, and yet when she stood up she pulled a face again, then glared at him.

“What?” Tormund asked innocently, but he knew. He'd taken her virginity that way, and he knew how that felt. Not painful, not quite, but definitely all kind of loose and weird.

“You know,” she told him, and he nodded.

“A bath will make it better,” he told her gently.

“Will it?”

“Yes. I promise, you'll feel like more like yourself again after.” He dared to smirk at her. “And a little bit less like me.” Because it was the size and shape of him she could still feel, as if he'd imprinted himself on her. She stared at him and sighed as she tied the belt around her middle.

They watched her walk out, this time not shuffling or baby stepping, but there was a definite sensual sway to her movement that hadn't been there before. She closed the door behind her, then they looked at each other, Clegane with a question in his eyes. Tormund thought about it, tilted his head, and kind of shrugged. “Depends how she feels later, but I'd say later tonight, or tomorrow at the latest.” He thought about it, and couldn't help wanting it. “Tonight, hopefully.”

Clegane's eyes widened. “That soon?”

Tormund nodded. “I think she's ready.”

“Does she?” Clegane appeared doubtful. He laid back down on the bed and stretched out lazily with a deep groan as Tormund watched.

“It isn't as if we'll take it without asking,” Tormund commented, his mind slipping easily to something else as he spoke. Luckily for Clegane, he was completely oblivious as he laid there, eyes closed, all of his body out on display like that. Tormund let himself look.

“Yeah, I've seen how you ask for things,” he muttered, sarcastic, and Tormund smiled.

“That only works when she wants it to, remember?” He wondered, vaguely, if he could steal one of those hard kisses right now, because Clegane seemed to be all but begging for it. He moved slightly closer.

“You'll make her think it was her idea or something,” Clegane said. “That's what I'm talking about.”

“Ah,” Tormund said, crawling over Clegane's prone form on the bed. The man's eyes flickered open, hearing the changed direction of his voice. Tormund smiled and tilted his head a little. “Well, I always say there's nothing wrong with wanting to try something new,” he said, his lips just that little bit closer, and Clegane wasn't stopping him. In fact he'd reached up, tangling fingers in Tormund's hair to pull him closer still.

“This isn't new,” Clegane growled, and Tormund winked.

“Not yet,” he admitted. Beneath him Clegane's eyes widened, and he rolled them over. Tormund let him, wondering what he intended by it. He didn't really mind which way around they were.

“This is new,” Clegane said then, looking down at him. “You want it?”

Tormund bit his lip and nodded once instantly. Whatever was on offer, he would take. Except that as soon as he did, Clegane laughed and got up.

“We'd be late for breakfast,” he said, smirking. “Come on.”

Tormund groaned. “You bloody hound!” he complained. “Should have known you were too afraid to –”

He only got that far before Clegane's lips were on his, punishing and hot, his bodyweight too, pressing Tormund down into the mattress. It was over too soon, and then Clegane's breath was tickling in his ear, just as heated. “Just so you know, if one of us ends up in the middle after her, it isn't going to be me. I'll fuck you, while you fuck her. You hear me?”

Clegane's words made him instantly hard, and he knew Clegane could feel it against his leg. “Oh, you like that idea, do you?” he asked, all but snarling.

“You think this is a game of punishment?” Tormund asked, amazed. “I'm more than willing, Sandor Clegane. Give me pleasure if you can, if you want. I won't refuse it.”

Clegane let him go and stood up, his face twisted in lust and confusion at the provocation. He went around finding his clothes without looking back.

“Get dressed, you dumb cunt,” he said, his voice ominous, and threw some of Tormund's clothes at him.

“Aren't you even a little bit curious?” Tormund wondered. Clegane glowered at him, fully dressed now, arms folded.

“No. Now hurry up, or I go without you.”

Tormund smirked, but he dressed all the same. If Brienne indeed gave him that favour back later on, he'd tell her the secret of it where men were concerned, and Clegane would hear it too. After that, he'd let her touch him, just like he'd touched her, so as to show them both. And if Clegane wasn't curious after that, he wasn't alive, even if he only ever let her touch him like that. At least he'd get to watch...

Bath and breakfast, then. All in all, a fruitful morning so far. Tormund was pleased.

To be continued...

Author's Note: Thank you for reading, I hope you had a good time. Please leave a word or two on your way out. Words are cookies! :)

Apologies for all the sex scenes of late. Outside the bedroom, they really don't have much to do but practice, and I have been dallying here to ensure Tormund gets what he wants. But that scene is coming up, and things will move a bit more quickly in the story after that, I promise.

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