He doesn’t even bother changing from his armor, just leads his horse to the stables and immediately seeks out the little bird in their bedchamber—to find her ladies-in-waiting already dismissed… and Sansa slipping her dressing gown from her frame to reveal a sheer sleeping gown.
Sandor steps through the door, a slow smile growing on his face. “Well aren’t you a sight to come home to, little bird?”
An arch smile tugs at her lips as she folds the robe over the back of a chair, her red hair glowing in the firelight. Wordlessly, she crosses the room to their bed, only making eye contact with him once she’s presented herself on the coverlet, giving Sandor plenty of time to admire her much-missed form.
"A sight?" she answers as he advances, her smile transforming from aloof to giddy. "Touching has its merits too, husband." She pauses, eyeing his breastplate. "Although, I do believe we have a previous agreement in regards to there being no steel allowed in our marriage bed."
He chuckles, as does she, moving to remove his vambraces without so much as a glance downwards. His movements hasten as Sansa progressively removes more and more of already scant clothing, before finally he climbs on to the bed wearing only a chemise, to feel his wife’s skin under his fingertips for the first time in months.
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