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It was late at night in your quiet neighborhood. Your parents were out of town and wouldn’t be back until next week. You had the entire house to yourself. you had turned your radio up and were deep into the third book in a series you had been reading. It was a vampire romance, a little tacky sure but the plot was so good you couldn’t help yourself. On top of that the sex was even better. You were practically soaking through your underwear after every chapter. You were sprawled across your bed on your stomach with your back turned from the window on the side wall of your room. The words blended together as you read. you could feel your face flush as you sank deeper and deeper into the chapter. You were so engrossed with your own imagination you didn’t realize Dallas had crawled through your window.

“Hey sweetheart! Whachya up to?” You dropped your book to the floor and sat up so fast you almost gave yourself whiplash.

“You scared the shit out of me! I was just listening to music before bed.” Wich was true. You weren’t technically lying, you just weren’t giving the whole truth either. He kicked off his boots by the window and crashed onto your bed, stretching out on his back.

“Is this really what you plan on doin all summer? Layin ‘round all day listenin ta music and what not?” He rolled over to his stomach and slid and arm around you waist as you laid back down. “Why don’tchya come out with me t’morrow night. I’ll take ya to the diner and get ya that burger ya like so much. Then we can come back here…” his hand slid up your stomach to your chest, gabbing one of your tits.

You grabbed his wrist and placed his hand back on the mattress before rolling over and kissing his cheek. “You’d like that.” You said as you smiled.

He laughed softly and leaned in to kiss you. His lips were always softer than you expect from a guy so rough. “Come’er sweetheart.” He pushed your back into the soft comforter on you bed and deepened the kiss. His tongue slid over yours like he was starving. He bit down gently on your lip, it made you head spin. You lived when he did that. He pulled you in closer. His hands were all over you, squeezing you hips and rubbing circles into your skin. You could feel your thighs being to get wet from your already damp underwear.

He pulled away and brushed the hair from your face. “I love that I can come crawlin in here at night, beggin for a kiss and you don’t care. I guarantee you that any other gal would be throwin me out on my ass.” He kissed up your neck to your jaw, nipping gently at the skin before kissing it again. He pulled away again to look at you but something caught his eye. It was your book. It was open on the floor to the page you were just reading. He reached over you, halfway sliding off the bed and grabbed it.

“Dall wait!” You felt your heart drop to your stomach. You tried to take it back as he sat up with it in his hand, but as soon as you reached out he snatched it away and held it above your head.

“What is it?” He smiled at you with a mean typ of curiosity.

“Dal, give it back.”

Come on tell me!” He said as he jumped off your bed.

“Dallas please just give it back.” He took a few steps back and leaned against your vanity, the painted wood creaking beneath his weight. He scanned through the page you had it opened to and began to read out loud.

“Oh god!” He laughed to himself.

“No! Wait just give it back please!” You were being to get defensive.

“Wait!” He cleared his throat and began to read.

“His cold hands slid up my thighs as I held on tight to his large shoulders. His thick fingers pulled my underwear to the side, exposing me to the cool air. “Victor please I need you” I said with a desperate, whiny tone. “Please I need you, you’re the only one that matters to me Alex is just a werewolf and just a friend.” He knew that I loved him but I wanted to show it. His sharp fangs dragged across my skin as he spoke. “Then let me love you by protecting your soul.’” He looked up at you.

“This is what you read all night while I’m out gettin my ass beat by dick head soces?”He shaped the book closed and set it beside himself on the vanity. You could feel a lump in your throat. You were completely embarrassed, he didn’t have to read it out loud. It was an asshole move but he knew that and he did it anyway. You knew that Dallas was kinda mean or harsh in his humor but he never directed it to you before. And even if he did you knew he was just joking around in his own way.

“You’re an asshole Dallas Winston!” You shouted at him. You weren’t going to cry but you were still embarrassed. He knew it to, he looked at you still smiling and pushed himself of your vanity. He walked over to where you were standing , his footsteps muffled by the soft carpet.

“Is this what you’re into?” He smiled down at you with a look in his eye like he was thinking about something.

Your eyes darted across his face looking for any sing of backing down or hesitation. When you don’t see any you decided that you needed to match him.

You knew who Dallas was when you started going out with him and you knew he didn’t back down for anyone. Not for his friends. And not for you. You stepped into his chest and pushed him back, almost as if you were challenging him.

“And what if I am?” He placed his hands on your waist and pulled you closer. The hard bulge in his pants made your face flush even hotter. Of course he got off on teasing you.

“So your into all the vampires and werewolves and junk?”

“Well more specifically...” It was difficult to say out loud and in front of someone. Especially when that someone was known for being critical and rude.

He raised his hands to hold your face. “What? Come on tell me it’s something at least a little bit weird.”

You wanted the floor to open up and swallow you whole. You wanted to drop your head and hide in your hands but you kept your ground. “I think… the biting thing is kinda hot.” You stated simply as you did your best to hold his gaze.

The tips of your ears were burning hot. You were beyond nervous. Your heart was pounding in your chest, as he stared you down with a still wicked smile.Your throat was so dry you thought you would choke.

His eyes raked over your body. “Oh I think I like that.” He said darkly looking you over again. His thumb brushed over your bottom lip. “So what every time I bit you lip or somethin you were losin your mind or?”

You wrapped your arms around his neck, pressing your chest into his. “I mean kinda. One time when we were at the drive in and we were making out in the back my car you were um… kissing my neck and kinda like bit down on my shoulder. It wasn’t hard or anything but I couldn’t stop thinking about it all night.”

“You usually think about me all night like that?”

He continued to hold your waist as he walked you backwards. The back of your knees hit the soft blanket and you sat down. Dallas leans over and kissed you again. “Go lay down” he said jerking his head to the side in the direction of your pillows.

You crawled over and laid down, relaxing into your bed. He pushed his jacket off his shoulders, pulling it down and towing it to the floor He laid down next to you pressing his weight into you. “Come ‘er pretty girl.” He pulled you in for another kiss this time holding the back of your head. He all but shoved his tongue back into your mouth, tracing the edge of your teeth. His hand smoothed over your thighs and up your night gown. He slid your panties to the side. His fingers brushing over your exposed skin, making your thighs tremble. He bit down on your lip again. It was harder this time but not enough to hurt. He let go and moved down your neck, sucking and biting the skin as he end and leaving small red marks in a trail. He bit down on your neck hard enough to leave a mark. The sting of his teeth sank and into your skin.

He only pulled away from your neck to take your silk night gown off and toss it somewhere beside his jacket. He settling between your legs his eyes widened when her realized you weren’t wearing a bra. “You look so pretty all laid out like this.” He ran his hands over your chest and stomach. He couldn’t tear his eyes away from you. The way he looked at you made your skin burn whit hot.

You felt his hard cock strained against the zipper of his jeans, nudging at your wet pussy through his jeans. His rough hands pulled your underwear down, lifting your hips to pull them off entirely. His moved hands to undo his belt. “I’m so glad you read that stupid book.” He tugged his jeans down along with his boxers. His cock sprang free and leaking with pre cum.

“Dally please. I need it so bad.” You squirmed beneath him as you silently begged for any typ of friction.

“You get this wet from reading a book?” He dragged his callused fingers through your folds, parting you before he plunging two of them deep inside, taking a moment to push his fingers in and out of you. The palm of his hand pressing into your clit, applying gentle pressure. He pulled his hand away and stroked his cock up and down agonizingly slow for you to watch.

“Stop being a piece of shit and fuck me, you already interrupted my book.” You could feel the knot in your stomach tightening at the site of him. The burning feeling washing over you as if you were consumed by it.

He lined himself up with your already soaked hole and pushed himself in. He was thick and heavy inside you. He pushed in further, making you take him in inch by inch until he was completely buried inside of you. “So good for me, aren’tchya baby?”

He stoped to let you adjust to the feeling of him being inside of you. You bucked your hips up trying to get him to move for you. He smiled and pulled his hips back only to slam them into you, dragging in and out of you slowly.

After a minute or two you couldn’t take it. You needed more. “Dal please! I need more! ”

He pushed your leg to the side giving himself a beautiful view of you. “Need what? Use your words.”

“N-need you to…move.”

He began to move his hips faster. “Good job baby.” He snapped his hips forward into you faster, hitting that spot deep inside you. The tight feeling in your stomach began to over ride your senses.

Ah- fuck just like that! Please it feels so-“ He pressed a hand over your mouth as he kept moving his hips.

“Shh sweetheart, don’t want mommy and daddy hearing ya.”

You shook your head and moved his hand away from your mouth. “Th- they aren’t ahh- here… they’re outta town f-for a work thing!”

Dallas looked like someone had given him a pack of free smokes. “God im the luckiest man alive.” He leaned over and bit brown on your neck again, sucking on the skin and leaving a large bruise in place of his lips. He took your hand in his and brought it to his lips and pressed a kiss to your knuckles before pining it down to the side of your head.

Your other hand grabbed at his arm looking for a way to steady yourself. You could feel yourself coming undone under him. “Please I’m so close… Dal please!”

He looked at you with all the love and lust in the world, like you were the only thing he needed. He kissed down your chest as he continued to thrust into you deeper and deeper.

“Dal I’m gonna cum!”

“Go on sweetheart, cum on me. Wanna feel you.”

Your legs shook and you back arched as your orgasm rushed over you. Dallas followed soon after, pumping you full of his cum. He pulled out slowly and laid beside you. His hair stuck to his forehead with sweat. He took a moment to catch his breath and pulled you into his chest, burying you under the weight of his arm.

“You feel so good, god I love you.” Your legs tangled in his as you leaned into him. You held him tight against your body letting his head rest on top of yours.

“I love you too.”

The next months with Sansa in the capital were wonderful. She would bring you to hidden parts of the garden so that you could practice while she did needle point and watched. You would walk through the halls talking and telling wild stories of dragons and talking animals that led you through the haunted woods to safety. You talked about your idealized futures and what you would do if only given the opportunity. She would brush through your hair with her fingers as you lay on her vest surrounded by soft blankets and pillows so fluffy they swallow you. Your new life in the palace with her was almost heavenly.

Almost. Joffrey and Cerci still did everything in their power to remind her that her father was executed as a traitor. That she was the daughter of a traitor. Then of course there was lady Margaery of house Tyrel and her grandmother Olenna of house Tyrel. Margaery was a gentle and quiet girl. She always treated Sansa with respect and kindness you never heard an ill word out of her mouth not even about the queen. Her grandmother on the other hand was verey open. She spoke her mind and knew what she wanted. Overall you quite liked them. Then one day they asked to have a word with Sansa on the garden balcony. She was to go alone. You of course would never have that. It didn’t matter how much you liked them they were still foreign to you. They weren’t from the north.

You accompanied Sansa through the hall to the garden.

“I will wait outside for you my lady.”

Sansa took your hand in hers.”there is really no need my dear. If anything they want wedding suggestions or… just to get to know me, I was engaged to Joffrey after all. If I was marrying a man that was previously engaged I would like to meat the other woman as well.”

She seemed the slightest bit hopeful. You gently squeezed her hand in reassurance. “Find me in the garden and tell me what they said.”

She nodded and stepped away out of your sight.

Once you made it to the garden you began to think. Why could they possibly want to talk to Sansa? The general consensus in the capital was that she was the daughter of the traitor and was to be ignored. Some went as far as to discard her entirely so why would a wealthy family with a granddaughter engage to the prince want to speak to her. Was it financial? Was it about the wedding? Was it a threat to stay away? The questions swirled in your mind but out of all the chaos one thing repeated constantly, the words she said to you. “My dear…” not “my friend” but “my dear…” it made your head spin. The way the words were carried in her voice. The way she said them with what you could only describe as love.

You were sat in the gravel by a small pond in a hidden part of the garden playing back Sansa’s words when she found you.

“There you are my dear. I figured you would be here.” She wore a small smile but her eyes were distant, as if she was looking past you. You stood quickly as she met you by the pond.

“What’s wrong my lady- my- my darling…” you don’t know why you said it but it drew her attention. Her face flushed a light pink, whether it was from the sun or your words, you weren’t sure. She looked up at you with sad eyes with just a hint of curiosity. Almost as if she was deciding the name or answer your question. She decided on the ladder.

“They wanted to know about… Joffrey.”

She looked sick, as if she immediately regretted the words as they left her mouth.

“Well what did you say?” You took her hands in yours, rubbing small circles over her skin.

She really did look like she was going to be sick. “I- I panicked. I told them the truth because I panicked. I told them everything, I said that he was a monster! I told them about what he did to father and how he made me watch! I beg them to not stop the wedding and they won’t but what if-“

“Sansa! What did they say after you told them.”

“They only said “that’s a shame.” Then they said that the lord of high garden is determined to make Margaery queen.”

You could feel her hand shaking. You were shaking. “If the wedding is still going then there’s nothing to be concerned about. He may be a wretched little cunt but Margery has family to protect her. I’ve seen the way she speaks to him and talks him down she has him on a leash.”

It was true Margery Tyrell was a mastermind she was completely in control. She would be amazing for Sansa she would be a vail of protection from Joffrey. She would probably be better at keeping Sansa safe than you.

“I can’t imagine what I would do without you here. I feel like I’ve been going insane and with Arya gone it’s been so much worse. I- I’m so glad you came for me.” She pulled you into a hug. You stood there holding her in the safety of the garden for an eternity. Nothing else mattered with her in your arms not Joffrey, not Margery, and certainly not any anyone in the palace that had marooned the darling Sansa Stark of Winterfell.

As the days passed you and Sansa fell into a routine. You continued you practice in secret as well as you walks in the garden and through the hall of the red keep. And when you grew tired of walking you would retreat back to her room, trying on gowns or practicing the hairstyles of the south. You would pick books from the library and read them out loud in bed. You would talk to Shae about her travels and ask about his day, and when you did you would always get a pleasant conversation in return. It was the most peace you had in a long time.

Then the news of Sansa’s engagement came. The way Joffrey smiled at her made you want to choke him until his eyes bulged out of his head. From that day on Sansa was different. She barely ate and she barely spoke. She didn’t say a word even when reading. The day of the wedding was worse than you ever could have imagined. You were sat close to the front as one of Sansa’s ladies in waiting wich you did not mind but when the doors closed and you turned to see Sansa being walked down the isle by Joffrey you grabbed her by the arm yourself and ran. You ripped her from his filthy hands, pushed through the doors and ran to freedom. You took her through the stone streets of the city and to the countryside. And you never stoped running. Or at least that what you told yourself before you watched her walk passed you and up the altar now out of your reach. You watched as Sansa was forced to bow as Tyrion wrapped the cloak around her all while Joffrey smiled with malice.

Nothing change after the wedding. Sansa still refused to eat and nobody could convince her otherwise, not even you. Her father was dead and the news of her mother and brother’s murder she slipped further into her depression.

“Lady Sansa you must eat something.” Shae began.

“No thank you.” Was all she said back.

“Not even a lemon cake?” She was staring to sound as desperate as you felt.

“No thank you.”

You began to say something but lord Tyrion cut you off. “May I speak to my wife. Alone.”

You stood from the table looking at Sansa pleadingly hopping she would ask for you to stay but she said nothing. You followed Shea out of the room to stand by the door. As the minutes passed you stood in silence, thinking about Robb and what Walder Frey had done to him. You thought about Lady Catlin Stark and her kindness toward you. How could anyone of any nature do that to a person. Not only were they murdered but they were humiliated in death.

As you were imagining the poor fate of Gray wind Sansa emerged beside you. “I would like to go to the gods wood if you would accompany me.”

You nodded slowly trying to assess what was talked about. “Yes my lady.”

As you began to walk away Shae stormed back into the room where Tyrion was still sitting and slammed the large door to the best of her ability.

Your unshure of how much time had passed as you sat beneath the gods wood but you know that neither you or Sansa said a word.

As the weeks turned to months and the garden shifted its colors Joffrey’s own wedding was approaching quickly. Margery seemed for the most part unbothered by the fact that she was about to be married to a pathetic, sniveling little mamas Boy who could barely lift his sword. You wondered how she stood the thought of a boy like him.

The day came and the wedding just as tacky and gauche as Joffrey himself. You imagined that with some of Margret’s say it would be tolerable but you were beyond wrong. The food was fine, the dress code was beyond obscene, but what really made you want to throw yourself from the top of the red keep was the entertainment. The dirty rat had decided that Sansa’s wedding wasn’t enough of a humiliation and had brought a theater group to preform. It was cure display. And its only purpose was to embarrass the lady you had dedicated your life to.

Just as you assumed that the day couldn’t get worse a fight broke out. Joffrey and lord Tyrion were at the center of it. Sooner or later Joffrey got his way and thought of something to humiliate his uncle even more than he already had. He decided the lord Tyrion should be his cup barer. He would pour his wine and hold his pitcher. Nobody said a word to stop him not his mother, not his grandfather, not even Margery. You stood by lady Sansa saying nothing and watched as lord Tyrion, already humbled pours Joffrey’s wine.

You watched as he sipped from it triumphantly in front of his court. You watched as he coughed in trying to clear his throat of something. It was only when he began to claw at his neck and turn purple that you realized what was happening. Cerci flung herself from the table, running to her son and catching him before he hit the floor. He gagged and gasped and spat as he was shaking in her arms like a rabid dog. She screamed so loud it made your ears ring. Joffrey continued to thrash. It was then you realized Sansa’s panic. She sat frozen in her chair unable to move. You didn’t know what to do, you didn’t know if there was anything you could do. She was the daughter of a traitor and the wife of the man that poured the drink that killed the king. You tried to reach for her, to grab her and run to safety wherever it may be but somebody else snuck in behind her and stole her away.

“Wait!” She shouted out looking back to you. But she was quickly pulled behind a corner. You took hold of your dress and ran after her. You lost her at Winterfell you weren’t about to lose her again. You ran as fast as you could with the heavy layers of fabric weighing you down. You ran for as long as you could, as far as you could but it didn’t matter. Whoever had taken Sansa was gone along with her. You didn’t know where you were, you had lost you lady and your only friend.

You were trying to find your way back to the palace when you stoped on the side of the street after countless hours of searching. The sun was hot on your face, your dress was heavy, hair clung to your forehead with sweat. It was all too much and you just couldn’t take it any more. You broke down in the street. It had been a good few years since you had cried. You don’t remember the last thing that had made you this upset but you knew it didn’t matter. Not compared to Sansa.