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Author's Note: Ok, so here you have almost 5.5k words. Hope you enjoy them. More plot to come next chapter. They might not have chance for more for two or three chapters, so get your fill!

Chapter Thirty-five

As Clegane awoke the next morning, he was already placing sleepy and affectionate kisses to the warm body in his arms, until his lips encountered the ginger body hair, then he blinked his eyes open. Tormund was still in the middle between them. It wasn't as if his sleeping brain hadn't been able to tell the difference, just that his inhibitions had been lowered, his defences too. Or perhaps he was simply more honest about his desires right then. He'd forgotten all the reasons why loving Tormund was a bad idea. They'd disappeared one by one. For a moment he wavered, and then went right back to pressing those little kisses to Tormund's skin, only this time he was grinning.

“You awake?” Tormund murmured, his voice low and blurry with sleep.

“Nope,” Clegane replied. He trailed his fingers through Tormund's chest hair as he made his way up, greatly daring. “When I am, I'm definitely going to stop doing this,” he noted.

“Mmm...” Tormund said, and then suddenly there was a hand in his hair. “You keep right on dreaming,” he advised.

Clegane laughed, and at last he'd gotten far enough up so that they were face to face. He looked down into Tormund's eyes, then glanced sideways to Brienne. She was still fast asleep, one palm resting flat on Tormund's opposite shoulder, her head pillowed on his arm. Clegane felt himself start to rise, imagining what they might do to her together.

“We going to do it to her again?” he asked, tongue darting out to moisten his lower lip as he looked upon her. The way it had felt the night before came back to him all at once. So tight, so exquisite, the way he'd felt Tormund moving alongside him. How wild she had been between them. She'd enjoyed it too. She must want it as well. She had to!

“I hope so,” Tormund said, and Clegane looked back to him. They smiled at each other slowly, both of them imagining it.

“We're going to need to get her in the middle,” Tormund said, ever practical. Clegane nodded at once.

“All right, but that's not all. What else?” He was prepared to trust to Tormund's greater experience in this, if it would get them what they both wanted and what she wanted too. Something in the wildling's eyes quickened, and he smiled again, pulled Clegane close to whisper.

“We get her nice and warm between us, and when she wants a cock, tease her with a finger. You can have the front, I'll take the back. Use the oil, get it in nice and deep, work it, until she's desperate. She'll want us then.” He paused. “Both of us, but we'll do it different this time. Just follow my lead.”

Clegane felt wicked, and he was hard against Tormund's hip, the wildling's hand twisted in his hair. To plan it out like this, and yet she would love it... he raised his head a little, and quite suddenly he found he was thinking of something else entirely.

“How good did it feel, when she touched you like that?” he asked, curious despite himself, his guard still down for now, and Tormund suddenly smirked.

“Maybe you should let her do it to you, then you'll know,” he suggested. Clegane licked his lips, remembered how it felt when Tormund had sucked him off the night before, how it felt to conspire with him now, how well he seduced Brienne and how much she'd enjoyed it right from the start.

“Or maybe I should let you do it,” he said back, only half teasing, and there was a flare of desire in Tormund right then. Clegane saw it, clear as day, and it didn't frighten him away from the idea at all. It surprised him to find he had some level of trust in Tormund, that what they were involved in together was deeper than he'd ever suspected. But there it was. At last, Tormund nodded.

“You still want it tonight,” he said, dead serious, “and I'll show you.” Clegane felt his heart beat heavy at the promise. “Even if she wants to be first with you, too.” They stared at each other, and Tormund's eyes were dark, like he'd be up for fighting over it. Over him. Clegane was privately astounded. Well, at least it would mean they'd all gone first, one way or the other.

“For now, we do her,” Tormund said, beginning to smile again. “We give her what she wants. What we want. In the meantime, I'll give you the day to think about it.”

With an act of will, Clegane looked to Brienne again, and despite what they were planning, his heart suddenly filled with real love for her. She was worth all of the long, hard years he had spent waiting for her, even if it was to end so soon, but he really did want so much more time. In an instant, he realised there wasn't anything he wouldn't give if they could just have that life together, the three of them – the one they were all dreaming about. It was a new sensation, the idea of an actual future. He'd never wanted anything so badly, but it wasn't to be. Not for them.

He reached out to wake her up, and Tormund grabbed his wrist. “No need for that,” he murmured wickedly, and he jerked his head. “Make room.”

“Wait,” Clegane replied, before he did that, because they were still stealing these moments together, and Tormund's lips were so close to his own, and they were not being watched at all.

Careful not to nudge or disturb Brienne, he turned Tormund's head and then kissed him. This time it wasn't like their others, because he was ready for that difference, the difference between Brienne and Tormund, and he embraced it. Clegane didn't expect gentleness or surrender and he kissed the wildling with his eyes wide open.

For all of Brienne's strength, she could never be like this when he kissed her. She held the promise of a woman's softness, of tenderness and comfort. Tormund held no such promise. They were the same, and yet this time the kiss between them wasn't a fight. Or at least, not quite. They'd become closer, they knew each other better, and there was respect on both sides. There was trust, getting deeper every day. The promise in this was to give as good as they got. It was to stand together, come what may. It was to know each other, to know every sensation, because every sensation belonged to them both. He could feel the wildling's interest against his leg, and knew how it felt. Tormund had no secrets from him. Except one, and perhaps he'd know that tonight, if he had the courage to ask for it again.

Suddenly it was as if he couldn't get enough, and the kiss became hard and rough, biting, and yet somehow still friendly. When he pulled away, Tormund was breathing heavily, half laughing. Clegane too, until he calmed.

“Mine,” he said without thinking of the consequences, feeling a peculiar kind of lust he couldn't quite put a name to. But then it seemed there were no consequences, or at least none that bode ill for any of them.

Tormund merely grinned at him. “Yes,” he said, as if it were the easiest thing in the world to admit to. For all he had learnt, Clegane still didn't really understand any of it, could barely comprehend it, and yet he suddenly felt invincible to hear Tormund agree with him. How could it even be possible, that they should all belong to each other? Yet they did. Clegane turned onto his back, making a space between them for Brienne. For all that they might play together, she would always be the centre of all this, and it was just perfect.

He watched as Tormund turned away from him a little, to get his other arm around her, and he moved her without bothering to wake her first, easily, letting her body roll over him until she was resting between them both, her back to Tormund's chest. She murmured something sleepily as she stirred, then stretched and yawned.

Clegane lost sight of the wildling as he went low, probably to kiss the bottom of her back if her response was any indication. She laughed, slow and deep as she opened her eyes, that laughter morphing into a sensual moan as she noticed him watching her.

She reached out with one hand and he caught that hand in one of his, turning his head to kiss the inside of her wrist, and she narrowed her eyes, moaning again, this time pitched slightly higher. He had his other hand on her ribcage, and he was aware that Tormund was sweeping his fingertips over her stomach. He let his lips travel down over the inside of her arm, to the elbow.

“I'm awake,” she said, as if trying to convince herself, and Clegane smiled. He moved down as Tormund moved up, letting go of her arm so that he could kiss her waist, tracing the path of those ribs, teasing the sensitive skin there with his lips and his beard, deliberately, making her shiver.

“You two,” she said, her body moving between them already, inviting more of their touch, and they indulged her fully. “You're so nice to me. Just like in my dreams.” She smiled. “Mmm... I love you.”

Tormund moved his hand lower, and she gasped. “Oh, wait. I know why you're being like this...” She began to breathe faster, more noisily. Tormund chuckled.

“Wait!” She said, more loudly, and they both halted, but didn't move. Clegane glanced up, and she was leaning her head back against Tormund's shoulder so as to look into his eyes. “I know, don't I?” she asked him. He didn't say anything, only nodded.

Clegane moved back up the bed as Tormund shifted his hand. And then he was hard, pressing against her from the front, so she was trapped between them both. A reminder. Brienne swallowed audibly, and she seemed to think for a moment, as if she was making her mind up. Her whole body trembled then, right down to her toes, Clegane was certain of it.

She closed her eyes, then suddenly moved so suggestively against them both that Clegane swore. Tormund's eyes darkened. “Gods, yes!” she hissed. “Do it to me, please,” she said, and there was a note of sheer need in her voice that he'd never heard before. “Again.”

Immediately, he lowered his hands to her hips, but Tormund had gotten there first. And yet he was using that hold as a restraint, keeping her still. Clegane was staring at her as she opened her eyes again, and she was suddenly wild once more. He was enchanted, and he couldn't look away.

“Clegane!” Tormund said, his voice sharp, and it temporarily broke the spell, made him pay attention. “Get the oil!” He half turned, fumbling for it behind him without looking, somehow managing to close his fingers around it as he continued to stare into her eyes. He handed it over, but to take it Tormund had to let her go, and she instantly knocked him onto his back, settling astride him all slinky and seductive, her breath in his good ear a slight whisper of want.

For a moment he was far too pleased to stop her, closing his arms around her as she leaned forward over him, her breasts squashed up against his chest, the familiar perfume of that soap she used in her hair as she nuzzled his neck. He drew in a deep breath, and he couldn't help holding her close, welcoming her lust as she nipped at his collarbone with her teeth.

“Now, do it to me now,” she demanded, over and over, between those little bites, and he didn't even realise what she was up to until he felt her hand wrapped around him, strong, guiding him to penetrate her. Clegane hissed an affirmative, and he moved to help her, only for the wildling to drag her away, one large hand around her waist. He groaned in dismay, and he didn't miss Tormund smirking at him.

“Sorry, can't let that happen,” Tormund said, in an undertone, then paid attention to Brienne, holding her down to the bed easily.

“Now is impossible, beauty. You need to be ready first. I won't hurt you.” She stared up at him without understanding. She frowned, and struggled. He raised his eyebrows. “Not even to satisfy your own impatience.”

As if he'd given her an instruction, she sighed and relented, becoming quite still, then seemed to decide on a different tack. With a slight smile she rubbed the soft skin of her cheek against his forearm, her eyes half closed, eyelashes fluttering.

“Husband,” she whispered, and then she actually purred. It should be ridiculous, but somehow it wasn't. She carried it off splendidly, and she arched her body beneath Tormund, completely wanton, managing to lift him an inch or two from the bed. Clegane struggled to find his next breath, while Tormund gulped.

“Ahh...” he said, his voice kind of ragged. “Not even to satisfy my own,” he told her, but it sounded like he was trying to convince himself right then. “For fuck's sake, Clegane. Can you help me out here or something?”

Clegane couldn't take his eyes off Brienne. She was utterly captivating like this, so beautiful, and she wanted them both. It was all his brain had room for. “What do you want?” he intoned automatically, flickering his eyes to Tormund. The wildling sneered at him.

“Haha! Funny!” he managed, eyes wide. “Look in my clothes. Get the restraints.”

That made him move, though his limbs didn't seem to be quite as co-ordinated as usual, and he felt all kind of jerky and clumsy as he searched for them. Brienne... but then, it should have been clear that she would be like this. From that first time out on the hill. Now she knew what she wanted, and they'd spent days teaching her exactly how to get it. He fumbled around, but found the restraints and handed them over without a word, watching as Tormund applied them to her, securing her bound wrists to the bed again as she protested and threatened him. Once he'd done that. He took hold of her legs at the knee, bending them and pressing them into her body.

“Help, Clegane,” he said again, and now he joined in, at the other side, taking one of her legs to restrain her completely. He looked upon her, quiet now, then at Tormund, and shrugged.

“Sorry,” he said. “It was just that she... I mean, she...” He shivered a bit, feeling kind of cold with need to get inside her. Tormund nodded.

“I know.”

Brienne sighed. They both looked at her, and she was still quiet, looking at them both, but she remained as wild as a bird. Her muscles rippled slightly as she undulated her body, aware that they were watching her, and she threw her head back. “Take me,” she urged. “Please. I need you inside me.” She pulled alternately with each of her arms, drawing attention to her helplessness, and Clegane heard himself growl in sheer desire, his hand lowering to his cock as he moved to do what she wanted.

Suddenly there was a hand square in the centre of his chest, preventing him. “Clegane!” Tormund said again, shaking his head. He held up the oil in his other hand as a reminder. “In five minutes we won't need to argue over who goes first. Right?”

Clegane licked his lips, grinned despite himself. “Right,” he replied, remembering what they were up to.

“Don't look at her. Look at me.”

Clegane nodded. It was good advice. “Yeah. You're not irresistible,” he noted. Tormund smirked at him.

“Well,” he said with a wink. “Not right now. Not yet.”

For a moment, Clegane frowned, then he got it. “You daft cunt!” he said, laughing.

“You feeling more in control?” Tormund queried, and Clegane nodded. “Good. Now pay attention so that you know for the future.”

There it was, that word again. Clegane shook it away. Future meant hope, and there was none. Tormund had hope, and he didn't know how the wildling could live with it. Much better to take reality, however bitter. It might hurt some, but it didn't disappoint.

But he watched as Tormund covered his fingers in oil, and he took the bottle, getting a fair bit of it on his own right hand before putting it aside. The way they were holding her legs meant she was was exposed to their touch completely, and he saw Tormund slide his forefinger over that rear entrance again and again, just lightly pressing. Above them, Brienne was quiet, just breathing, her body still and quiet, almost as if she was waiting.

When Tormund finally penetrated her with that finger, she moaned once. He didn't go far at first, just let her get used to it, only gradually going deeper before adding another and beginning the whole thing again. At times he withdrew them to replenish the oil. “All right,” he said at last, and then he must have crooked his fingers or something, because Brienne suddenly uttered a surprised sound of protest. It wasn't pain.

“Now you, Clegane. From the front. It'll be tight, but I've moved my fingers as far back as her body will allow.”

So that was it. Clegane nodded, but he bit his lip and put his finger just there, so close to Tormund's own. Actually seeing it made him want it all the more. This is how close they'd be when they finally got to be inside her, and for a moment he looked up into Tormund's eyes. They shared a slight smile. Clegane pressed inwards.

“Ohhh... please!” Brienne cried out. “Please do it!”

She was tight, but easy enough with the oil and herself that he was soon there, and he could feel her heat, and that lovely sensation as her body seemed to wrap itself around his finger, all over. At the back he could feel Tormund's fingers too. “Nice,” he commented, imagining how it would feel soon when it was his cock.

“Work it deep,” Tormund instructed. “Time for nice later. See if she can take two from you.”

Clegane pulled back, and he tried for it, and she could take it after a couple of minutes or so. The skin was stretched so tight around his fingers. He could see the deep pink shine of it as he pulled them in and out. Brienne was moaning, but her voice was deep, and she seemed to be concentrating on taking it, her legs trembling occasionally.

Belatedly, he realised both of his fingers had naturally scissored to avoid pressing too hard on Tormund, but now he made an effort to keep them together, to angle them up to please her, and she cried out. She also tightened, and clutched at him, making it impossible to move his fingers at all.

“Hmmm!” It was almost like a growl she gave, and he heard the sound as she pulled hard on the restraints. She rocked her lower body, desperate, and then it was there, gushing all over his fingers, hot and wet as she relaxed.

This time, it seemed her body eased further than before, that she made room for them, and Tormund seemed pleased. “All right,” he said, and he withdrew slowly, getting some more oil and pressing it deep with one finger before leaving her be. “Now you,” he nodded. Clegane copied, and then Tormund covered himself with the oil and turned her onto her side, with one of her knees still raised up so that he could get inside her from behind.

Brienne gave a quiet, startled cry when he penetrated her, but then went quiet, her eyes squeezed closed for a moment or two.

“While she gets used to this, take the restraints off, Clegane. They're not needed now.”

He did as he was bid, and Brienne was different now, calmer, though she still seemed lost and not quite herself. She was shivering in Tormund's arms, biting back the cries, and when she noticed him looking at her, she opened her eyes wide. “Please,” she said. “I need you.”

“Soon,” Clegane told her, because he wanted her on his terms, not hers. On their terms. That's what all this had been for, after all.

For a minute or so, it continued in this fashion, until Brienne closed her eyes, and gave Tormund a deep moan of sexual pleasure. She reached behind her with one arm. “Tormund!” she gasped.

“All right, beauty,” he said. “Good. I want something different from you now.” Then he withdrew, only to turn onto his back, pulling her so that she was resting on him, her back against his chest.

Clegane watched, and it was like a repeat of before, the way she hooked an arm around Tormund's neck, tilting her head back for a kiss. Only this time, as he kissed her, the wildling used his right hand to guide himself right back into her, fucking her again. She seemed to freeze, breaking the kiss, her breath stalling, and then she trembled.

Tormund's lips were right next to her ear. “Open your legs wide now, woman, so that Clegane can fill you up, get nice and deep.”

“Oh!” Brienne whimpered, and she bit her lip as she looked at him, but she did it, and he'd be damned if it wasn't the most wonderful invitation he'd ever had, ever seen. His hand was actually shaking as he sought out the oil and covered himself with it. How to go about it? There were several options here, and he went for the one that suited him right then, however challenging. The one that would give him the most control and leverage. Let him get deep, just like Tormund had suggested.

He got his feet in the right place, and then fell into a crouch over her as she looked up at him, pleading for it. He looked down, and she was spread wide open. He could see where Tormund was in her, and just above that, where he wanted to be. It looked impossible, but he knew it wasn't. He positioned himself and used his hand to hold himself steady as he pressed in.

She was so tight! He glanced up, thinking to take hold of her shoulders, to keep her body still for it, but Tormund had already thought of that, and he found himself staring at her as he did it, saw her shoulders hunch slightly as she hissed in a sharp breath and turned her face away. But then he was there, and it seemed whatever real discomfort there was had only been brief then, because she moaned.

“Sandor,” she said, and she trembled slightly, turning to look at him again. “Ohh... yes...”

As before, she reached forward with her free hand, her palm in the centre of his chest. He merely leaned forward, and over her, to anchor his weight on his hands on any free parts of the bed he could reach. Her eyes were wide as she stared up at him, but he was dominating her like this, and he knew it. That's why he'd chosen it.

He glanced behind her. “You got a good hold of her there?” he asked, and Tormund grinned in answer. All right, then. He turned his attention back to Brienne.

“Going to start now,” he said to her, and she nodded.

“I love you,” she said, and he paused for a moment trying to marry that statement with what he planned to do to her. The two things seemed incongruous somehow. Her lips set in a straight line, and she frowned. “Are you going to say it back?” she demanded.

“I love you, too,” he said, and all at once it wasn't difficult at all. All she had to do was look at him like that, and it didn't matter what position they'd gotten her into. He leaned forward slightly to kiss her, and could just about reach the tip of her nose without leaning too much of his weight on her, and by extension Tormund. That would have to do.

He pulled back, and as if it were a signal, he felt Tormund slide alongside him, going deeper, and they began an easy, slow, alternating rhythm between them while Brienne all but flailed. She moaned and cried and sobbed, and every time she drew in her breath it was noisy.

The position he'd taken did grant him a lot of power, and he let it go into her, so that it wasn't long before she was clutching them both tight, making them stop, her pussy trying to milk him as he dropped his head onto her shoulder and tried to ignore it. Oh, but she was hot! And there was something about how wet she was. Oil could never compare to that. He concentrated on keeping his weight where it should be, his muscles taut with the effort, and that probably saved him just then, if he was honest.

When it had passed they began again, only this time, Brienne seemed to change. She grunted with each of their movements, loudly. Tormund changed his hold on her, keeping her steady with one forearm over the back of her shoulders, while the other hand sneaked around between their bodies to tease her. First, her breasts, then lower down, and she did scream. Not a high scream. This was like the scream she given him during that first time, but it wasn't pain now, it was pleasure.

“Brienne! Come on... Shhh...” He hushed her, smiling, and she shook her head. Clegane was sure she tried. But then she screamed again, and he managed to arrange his weight so that he could put a hand over her mouth as they continued, her eyes blinking at him.

They'd been alternating, but they seemed to have lost that knack now, and he wasn't all that sure if it mattered anyway. She came again around his cock, and again they halted, and since his muscles were actually beginning to ache, this time he decided to change things up, retreating so that he could kneel in front of her, her legs over his shoulders as he went back in.

This time when she screamed, Tormund silenced her.

She didn't last after her third, and he withdrew, letting Tormund finish first. The wildling didn't take long. Then she was his. Her body was still shaking as he plunged inside her, and she felt so amazing he knew he wouldn't last long either. He held her close as he came, and again he appreciated her height, because she felt like a real woman in his embrace. But her pussy was still squeezing him, and he had to pull away from her a moment later because he was just too sensitive to stay there.

As usual, they laid beside each other, all three of them, Brienne in the middle. Tormund cleaned her while she was still a little out of it, and when she finally began to come around, she was all affectionate and loving. That wildness in her was sated. At least for now.

“Are you still you when you're wild like that?” Clegane asked, curious about it. She seemed so far removed from the ordinary Brienne. He wondered if she even knew.

They were laid on their side, staring at each other. Tormund had an arm flung over her waist, and she was absently caressing his arm, but he thought the wildling might be dozing. He hadn't said anything at all for at least five minutes.

“Of course I am,” she said, frowning a little. “I remember. I just get a bit...” She sighed. “Do you remember that first night, when I got all carried away?” she asked, and he grinned. Oh, yeah, he remembered.

“Yep.”

“It's like that but more so.” Her eyes were open and honest, and such a beautiful blue. Where she was laid a stray beam of strong winter sun was shining through a chink in the curtains, catching her hair, crowning her with silver and gold.

“Why do you get carried away?” he asked her then, curious as to how she felt. He knew how it felt for him. But for her?

“I can't tell you,” she said, shaking her head a little. “It would sound silly.”

“It won't,” he said quickly. “Please. I want to know. You said it was like an ache before.”

“Sometimes it's like that,” she admitted. “Sometimes it's worse.”

“How do you mean, worse?”

She sighed, but this time it was long and heartfelt, as if she were feeling it all over again, just by recalling it. “Like, when I want you so much, I... when I get that carried away, it's... It's difficult to describe.”

She gazed at him earnestly. “Do you know that feeling, in battle, when your muscles are full of adrenaline, and there's an enemy coming right towards you, and just before it hits, there's that moment sometimes when you wonder if it's all going to work, when it feels like everything in you has turned to jelly or something? But then it passes, and you get into it, and it's all right?” She paused, suddenly looking quite worried. “You do know that feeling, don't you?”

Clegane smiled slowly, and he didn't even consider lying to her. Not for a moment. “Aye. I know it.” He glanced behind her at Tormund. “Not sure he does.”

“I know it,” Tormund rumbled, proving he was awake, and that he was listening intently to every word. Brienne smiled.

“So, it's like that,” she said. “But, it's just there in me.” She suddenly reached for his hand and pulled it to her, down to her labia. It was such an unexpected and sensual thing to do that Clegane caught his breath, closing his eyes as he curled his hand around her, feeling her heat. She let him, her hand around his wrist, holding tight.

“It's a kind of horrible formless feeling. And I need you inside me to make time move, to make me real again, so that it passes and so that I can win. It's as if you can remind me somehow. It feels like I'll die without you. But when I have you, I remember myself again, and how strong I am.”

She sighed and let his wrist go. “I'm sorry, I told you it would sound stupid.”

“It doesn't,” he reassured her, and thought she'd given a fair description. It probably defied description, just as it would if she asked him the same question.

Tormund chuckled. “She's saying you're like her sword or something.”

“Tormund!” Brienne said, elbowing him playfully.

“That's all right,” Clegane said with a grin. “I don't mind being a sword.” He paused for a beat or two, just long enough to stroke lightly over her pussy lips with his fingers and see her sigh. “So which one of us is Valyrian steel?” he asked with a wink, and she laughed, turning over onto her back between them, her breasts jiggling as her body shook with helpless giggles. He moved his hand up to capture one of them, smiling.

“We are so late for breakfast,” he noted, when her laughter had eased, still tenderly squeezing that breast in his hand as her eyes darkened a little. He could feel her nipple, hard in the centre of his palm.

“True,” Tormund said. “We should get up.”

Not a one of them stirred.

“We should really make a move so that we get there while breakfast is still on the menu,” Brienne observed, and a few seconds later, wrapped up in robes, all three of them were out of the door.

To be continued...

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