Here goes nothing...
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Sansa felt conflicted as she lied in bed that night. What the fuck had they just done? One moment they were having another one of their countless arguments, and the next, she was being pressed against the wall, his lips against hers. It had felt good, too good. She had been ashamed when she had changed into her pajamas and felt a dampness between her legs. Her body wasn't supposed to react like that to her own brother. The fact that genetics had blessed him with good looks was beyond the point. It was wrong and for a moment, Sansa considered taking the SUV and driving to Joffrey's lake house right then and there, regardless of the fact that she hated driving at night. But wouldn't fleeing just make it worse? If she left in the middle of the night, she would be admitting she had felt more than she ought to.
Why had he even kissed her in the first place? For a moment, she had thought he would hit her and wrap his hand around her neck like Joffrey had done once, but Robb wasn't like Joffrey. Robb had introduced Talisa to his parents proper way, Sansa had stumbled into Cersei on a Sunday morning in the kitchen during her walk of shame. It wasn't like Robb to kiss her like that either, he never even touched her. When he had kissed her forehead arriving home a few hours ago, Sansa had been surprised by the affectionate gesture, almost wondering if he had confused her with Arya.
"I'm leaving first thing this morning," Sansa decided before allowing herself to fall asleep, her mind still in a turmoil.
Just as was habit when she didn't set an alarm, Sansa woke up just before one o'clock in the afternoon and cursed at the hour before heading to the bathroom for a quick shower. She stepped out of the shower, a towel wrapped around her body, only to see she had received a text message.
Joffrey: Are you on your way yet?
Sansa felt her stomach turn as she read the message, immediately remembering last night and a feeling of shame washed over her. She was certain Joffrey would see it on her face as soon as she stood before him, he always knew when she was hiding something from him.
Sansa: Sorry, I won't make it. Not feeling well.
Three dots appeared on her phone screen before disappearing just as quickly without a reply. Joffrey would be pissed on Monday and Sansa was already bracing herself for his anger.
She put on a flowery dress – she had always hated pants, as long as she could remember – and made her way downstairs. She headed to the kitchen, feeling the need for a snack after having missed breakfast and lunch. She stepped inside the room only to find Arya and Bran putting away clean plates as Robb leant over the table, wiping away the crumbs left back after lunch.
Sansa stood startled by the doorway, she hadn't expected to see him even though she should have. They lived under the same roof, after all. She found herself blushing as she stared at him, the gap between his t-shirt's hem and his belt showing his lean stomach. He was looking at her too, surprised by her silence as a silent Sansa was a very rare thing.
"I'm going to the mall," Sansa announced out of the blue, deciding to just eat something in the food court just so she could leave as quickly as possible.
"Robb is taking us to the movies," Arya said excitedly and Sansa stared back at her little sister. Why was she telling her this? Why did she think Sansa would be interested in what Robb was doing?
"Just give us fifteen minutes and we can drive together." Robb said, his deep voice bringing her back from her stupor and she found herself frowning at him with confusion. "Mom's car is in the garage until Monday." He explained, repeating what he had already told her yesterday.
"Sure," Sansa replied, feeling a little out of breath as everyone exited the kitchen to go get ready, leaving her alone. She walked into the living room, hoping she had imagined what had happened last night but the bowl of popcorn was still haphazardly laying on the couch.
Sansa impatiently waited for her siblings to get ready in the foyer. It felt like they were doing it on purpose to take so long and when they were finally all together, Bran had to run back inside because they had forgotten the 3D glasses.
Robb and Sansa tried ignoring each other the whole ride, but the awkwardness between them was palpable. She was known to be moody, but even Robb who was usually talkative, stayed silent the whole ride. Bran, Arya and Rickon were bickering in the backseats about who was the best super hero in the Marvel universe, and suddenly Sansa knew why her parents avoided long car rides with their kids.
They pulled into the parking lot and Robb's right hand went to the gear shift between them, the back of it brushing against her knee. The barely-there touch startled her. She felt it not only on her knee, but all over her body and suddenly, the air around her was warm, too warm.
"Enjoy the movie!" Sansa almost shouted as she jumped out of the SUV as soon as the car was parked.
She hurried inside the mall and took a few breaths to calm down. This was stupid, she thought. The kiss had been a natural, stupid reaction to anger. Joffrey and her did it all the time – they'd yell, throw things at each other and then kiss and make up. Yes, but Joffrey is not yourbrother, her mind reminded her. It wasn't even that they were close to each other, not anymore.
As kids, they had been inseparable. Sansa even accepted to spend her summer holidays in Riverrun with their uncle Brynden just so she could go fishing with him and Robb even though she hating fishing. It all changed on her first day at junior high. She had barely slept the previous night, too anxious about her first day, especially because she would be younger than her classmates since she had skipped a year in elementary school. That night, she slept in Robb's bed as he kept reassuring her that everything would fine and that she would quickly make new friends.
"You're a flower and they're all bees. Everyone will be buzzing to become friends with you," he had whispered, holding her close to him.
"I don't want any other bee but you," she had replied with a giggle.
He had been right. In just a couple of hours, Sansa had been invited to Margaery's birthday party and had found a group of three girls to sit together with at lunch. She hadn't told them she was younger than them and they were none the wiser.
They sat at a large table and were soon joined by a pretty blond boy and his loud friends. Sansa knew who he was – Joffrey Baratheon, son of Robert Baratheon, a senator who would without doubt become the next Governor of Washington.
"I can introduce to him if you want," Margaery whispered into her ear and Sansa blushed, realizing that she had not been as discreet as she hoped to when staring at Joffrey.
"Really?" She asked, keeping her voice low in hopes of not sounding too eager but her excitement was obvious.
"Sure," Margaery smirked. Sansa looked at brunette, wishing she had her confidence. "We live in the same neighborhood, our parents are friends," she replied, waving at Joffrey who waved at back at them, and addressed Sansa a smile. She blushed in response.
Sansa felt a hand on her shoulder and turned on her chair to find Robb standing next to her. Before she could say something, he bent down and kissed her forehead in front of everyone. "See, I told you. You're the flower and they're all just bees." He whispered before walking away to join his friends, leaving her with a smile.
Suddenly, she was being pulled to her side and Margaery was looking at her expectantly. "Who is that?" She asked Sansa expectantly yet softly, as if hoping to not to be heard by the others.
"My brother, Robb," Sansa replied with a frown, not enjoying her new friend's tone.
Margaery sighed dramatically and then grabbed Sansa's hand in hers, before giving her some advice Sansa would follow religiously throughout the next years. "Listen carefully, Sansa," the brunette said. "The Lannisters, Joffrey's mom's side of the family, have hated your family ever since your father brought a class action against their company for some stupid stuff. And look at your brother," she continued, tilting her head and Sansa moved hers to look at Robb who was eating with Jon and Sam, "believe me, you do not want to be seen with them if you want to be popular and be part of our group."
Sansa kept on looking at her brother and his friends. Jon was dressed all in black, even his shoulder-length hair was black. He looked like an 'emo' from her magazines. Sam looked awkward, chubby and too excited for a Monday. But Robb? Sansa didn't see anything wrong with him. He was wearing a t-shirt, jeans and converse just like pretty much every other boy in the cafeteria. She thought about Margaery's words and the class action. She knew about it, it had kept her father busy for over a year after it had come out that one of the Lannister refineries was polluting a river somewhere in South America and getting everyone in the area sick.
Sansa shifted her attention to Joffrey again. He was laughing at some joke told by Margaery's brother, Loras, and then their eyes met and he smiled at her again. This time, Sansa smiled back. He might hate my family but he does not hate me, she thought, hoping that maybe she could be one of them.
Sansa ordered a cinnamon roll and some coffee, and sat down by an empty table. She couldn't remember the last time she had eaten alone in public. It made her uneasy, she was always with her friends. She would have been with them right now in the lake house if her mother hadn't decided to ditch them too spend the weekend with father.
Hoping to feel less awkward, she grabbed her phone and started going through her social media. Myrcella had already posted a picture of herself holding a cocktail in a boat. She could see the others behind her friend in the photo. They were all laughing and Joffrey was in the midst of opening a champagne bottle with a saber. None of them looked like they were missing her. She was about to like it when she received a text message.
Robb: You're not going to the lake house?
Sansa: No.
Robb: We need to talk.
Sansa: We don't.
Robb: Sansa.
She read her name in his voice, in the way he warningly hissed her name whenever she was getting on everyone's nerves. Her name always sounded different when it came out of his lips and she wasn't quite sure why, probably because he emphasized the first syllable much more than the second but she liked it better that way.
Sansa looked down at her phone, deciding to leave him on read when three dots appeared and she got another text.
Robb: I'm sorry.
For some reason, she felt angry at his words. Why had he kissed her in the first place only to feel sorry for it later? She threw away the rest of cinnamon roll and started walking around the mall to her favorite store. Macy's was busy which was unsurprising on a Saturday afternoon and Sansa walked away from the women's wear department, feeling that there were too many people to shop properly. Instead, she took the escalator to the upper floor and started browsing their large selection of handbags but nothing really caught her attention. Same with the shoe department, she already had too many high heels as it was.
Sansa continued walking around until she reached the lingerie area, stopping on her tracks as she found a black and nude lace teddy on a mannequin. She pictured herself wearing it, with black stockings as an idea popped into her mind. Maybe Joffrey would forgive her for ditching him this weekend if she put on a show for him sometime next week.
Sansa grabbed one in her size and headed to the changing rooms, leaving on her panties as she tried the teddy on. It fit her perfectly, just like a glove. She admired her figure under the different angles the mirrors provided before putting a hand on her waist and striking a sexy pose to take a picture on her phone to send to Joffrey later. Sansa remained like that a couple more minutes, staring at herself until her gaze stopped on the hand on her waist and she remembered Robb had touched there just a few hours ago and she had liked it. He hadn't slid his hands under her dress and yet she had felt his burning touch on her skin all the same, felt him rubbing his erection against her core as he kissed her against the wall.
She noticed the blush on her cheeks through her reflection on mirror and quickly looked away, taking off the teddy as quickly as possible and putting her dress back on, suddenly scared someone could read her thoughts.
Sansa grabbed the garment in her hand and headed to a cashier's desk, waiting for an employee to service her. Luckily, a uniformed blonde woman appeared in front of her, scanning the item before putting it inside a plastic bag and telling her the total. Sansa nodded, already with her credit card in hand.
"I'm paying," Robb suddenly said, appearing next to her out of nowhere and Sansa went stiff. What was he doing here?
"How did you find me?" She hissed softly, so that only he would hear her and he handed the cashier his own card.
"You're always at Macy's, Sansa," he replied without looking at her and there it was again. San-sa, drawled out, as if her name was some exotic word that required a careful pronunciation.
She remained quiet as the blonde woman handed Robb the plastic bag. "It's well worth the money, believe me," she said with a wink and Sansa seriously considered murdering the woman before deciding to storm off instead, but Robb quickly caught up to her.
"Why aren't you watching that dumb superhero movie with them?" Sansa asked him as they stepped out of the store. She had the impression everyone was looking at them as if they knew what they had done last night. She knew she was irrational, it's not like it was etched across their faces but it still made her uneasy, even more so because she hadn't hated it, quite to the contrary.
"I told them I wasn't feeling well," Robb replied calmly, walking next to her. "Look Sansa, we need to talk," he insisted as if he didn't care for her lack of reply over text.
She considered telling him to bugger off but conceded that he had point. Things would only become even more awkward between them if they avoided talking it out, and it's not like she could avoid seeing him when they literally lived together. "Not here," she said vaguely but saw him nod at her words through the corners of her eyes.
Sansa followed him to the outdoor parking lot, to where he had parked the SUV closer to the movies than to the mall. There weren't many cars, or people for that matter, in that zone. A mall was always busier than a cinema on an afternoon. Silently, they stepped inside the car, taking their usual seats, with Robb behind the steering wheel and her on the passenger side.
"Can you give me the bag, please?" She said as soon as they had closed the doors.
Robb looked at her with knitted brows as if he didn't know what she talking about until his eyes lit up as he suddenly remembered. He grabbed the small bag and went to hand it to her, but he had picked it upside down and the black fabric fell on his lap.
Sansa panicked as she saw him fumble with the flimsy garment until he realized what was it was and she immediately jumped over the center console, trying to take it away from him, but instead she fell face first on his crotch and he took a sharp intake of breath that sounded more like a groan.
She pulled herself away from him as quickly as possible, grabbing his upper tight for support until she was back on her seat. She felt flushed as she looked sideways at him and noticed he had his eyes closed.
"I'm sorry," she whispered. Sansa rarely ever said those words to anyone but Joffrey. "You shouldn't have it seen that," she added as she stuffed the teddy back inside the bag.
"Who did you buy it for?" He asked without looking at her, instead he kept his gaze on the handful of trees in front of them. "Joffrey?"
Robb had said his name with his usual spite for the Baratheon boy but Sansa heard something else in there. Could it be jealousy? "Yes," she breathed out, looking down at her hands on her lap, somehow now too embarrassed to look at him.
"He doesn't deserve you," he stated calmly, though Sansa could see his knuckles turning white from the way he was gripping the steering wheel tightly between his hands.
"Can we not make this about him, Robb?" She snapped. Talking about Joffrey to her family never ended well, especially not with her mother or Robb. The only reason she was still allowed to date him was because her father and his had been good friends in college years ago.
Robb sighed before saying anything. She was his little sister, and even though his thoughts about her lately hadn't been very brotherly, he still felt quite protective over her. Her personality took a 180 degree turn once she got into junior high but he never stopped caring for her, he just learnt not to show it. "I'm just saying that he's not as perfect as you may think," he said carefully, trying to keep his voice levelled.
Sansa stared at him seriously before laughing but it wasn't the way she used to laugh when she was a child. It was the laugh that Margaery had taught her, the same one she addressed the awkward new girl at school when asked whether the seat next to hers was taken.
"If you're talking about the list in the boy's locker room, I know about that, Robb." Sansa was surprised with herself that she was able to talk about it like that, as if it was nothing. Margaery had laughed gleefully at being on the list but Sansa had been mortified. She had snuck inside the locker room that afternoon and tried wiping it away, but it didn't even smudge. After a while she had decided to do the same as her best friend – own up to it. "I thought you wanted to talk. About last night."
"Right," he exhaled. "I'm sorry." He said again while avoiding her gaze. She waited for him to say something else but he never did.
"Why do you do something only to be sorry about it later?"
"What?" Robb blurted out, turning his head to look at her in disbelief. He had expected her to make him beg for her forgiveness or even to use it as blackmail against him, but not some passive-aggressive reply.
"You heard me." She stated boldly, crossing her arms over her chest. Sansa knew her gesture was pressing her breasts together and that Robb would definitely notice it, but she didn't care. Or rather she did care very much.
His attention immediately diverted to her chest, captivated by how her breasts were now almost spilling out of her dress. He gulped and looked away, immensely thankful for the fact that he was wearing sunglasses. "You aren't sorry then?" He asked quietly.
"I wasn't the one who started kissing his sister out of nowhere," Sansa pointed out with a short scoff. She knew she was making him uncomfortable but she was determined to know why he had done, what it had meant for him. Was it just an impulse during a fit of rage or was there something more? Did she want there to be something more?
"You didn't push me away." Robb replied, cocking his eyebrow. He had a point.
"You had me trapped against the wall." Sansa said defensively, but it wasn't true, not entirely. She had had lots of time to pull away before that and she hadn't. "You're a good kisser," she added softly, not entirely sure she wanted him to hear it and if he did, he didn't give it away.
Robb didn't know what to say. Should he tell her how he often entertained non-brotherly about her despite the risk of freaking her out and having her tell their parents? Maybe coming clean about it would help him move on but then he saw Arya, Bran and Rickon approach the car through the rearview mirror, their movie clearly over and he realized how sick to his mind he was. Sansa was his little sister, he should look at her the way he looked at Arya, not in the way he did when he closed his eyes at night and let his mind wander off.
"I was angry, you were angry, we kissed," he decided then. "It was wrong and it won't ever happen again."
His words felt like a cold shower to her. So, this was it? He expected to kiss her like a God and then tell her to forget about it? How was she supposed to look at him as a brother now when she had felt his lips against hers and his cock pressed against her body?
For a moment, she was certain she would retort but then realized how irrational she sounded. He was her brother, if she wanted to be held against a wall and ravaged, Joffrey would be more than happy to comply.
"Okay." She said just as their siblings joined them and the car ride was filled with movie talk.
Robb pretended still being unwell the whole ride home but tried to balance it with polite interest about the movie. Sansa knew he was faking it. That was what had surprised her in the first place – Robb had hated super heroes even as a kid. While every other boy had decorated their bedroom with Superman and Spiderman posters, she could still remember his old room, with Harry Potter memorabilia everywhere.
The drive back home seemed to take even longer than the one to get there and Sansa felt impatient as they got stuck in traffic. She would even have considered stepping out of the car and walking back home if they hadn't been on the motorway. It didn't help that she wasn't looking forward that much to getting home either because then she would be stuck with him the entire weekend. It was too late to go to the lake now, especially with the traffic she would take hours to get there only to go back home the next day.
Once home, Robb declared that it was time for homework. They only had one more week of high school left until summer break, but elementary and middle school still went on for two weeks after that. Or was it three? She wasn't quite sure.
"I need help with my math homework," Rickon announced, looking at Robb after Arya and Bran had already scurried upstairs.
Sansa felt insulted her little brother didn't even consider asking her. She was a honors student after all, with better grades than Robb and even so, this was elementary school level. Everyone could do that. Was she really such bad company?
"I have some stuff I need to do," Robb told Rickon apologetically, pouring himself a glass of water in the kitchen. "But I can go over it later with you and make sure everything is correct." He offered and Rickon nodded, looking defeated.
"Hey," Sansa said out of the blue and both turned to look at her. It seemed they hadn't even noticed her presence. "I can do it with you," she said with her cheerleader's voice but Rickon only stared at with a dubitative look on his face until Robb gave him an encouraging nod.
"Sansa and Bran are the brains in the family," he said before going into his room, and Sansa watched him leave. Did he mean it as a joke or did he really believe she was smart?
Over the next few hours, Sansa learnt a lot of stuff. First, Rickon certainly wasn't the brightest in the family, at least not when it came to math. Somehow, she felt that as a sister, she ought to have known that. Wasn't that a thing that brothers and sisters knew about each other? Whether or not they were good at math. Second, he really was behind in his homework. She was certain elementary school teachers didn't give out that much homework which meant he must have been neglecting it for quite some time. In the end, Sansa gave up.
"Just go study for the English test you have on Monday and I'll do the homework for you," she sighed, grabbing the pencil from his hand. "Just don't tell mom, or Robb!" She added quickly.
And then without a warning, Rickon was hugging her tightly. Sansa was so surprised by it, she remained stoic for a moment until she processed what was happening and hugged her little brother back. Maybe it wasn't that bad to spend time with her family.
Sansa spent more time on the homework than was strictly necessary, making sure to copy his handwriting so it wouldn't look suspicious. At least it distracted her until they decided via group chat, each one of them in their individual rooms, to order pizza for dinner.
Arya then came into her bedroom, without knocking as was usual, and declared it was only fair for Sansa to help her with chemistry since she had helped Rickon out with math. Sansa sighed before halfheartedly agreeing. At least Bran was serious enough to do it on his own. It's not that Arya was dumb, she was just lazy and preferred joining every sports team in her school instead of caring for her studies.
Sansa retired early that night after dinner, not that she was having a horrible time or something but now, she was just too aware of Robb's presence in front of her on the round table. He couldn't move or breathe without her noticing. The way the veins in his forearms popped out when he cut through the thick crust of the pizzas or how he licked his lips after each slice to clean imaginary tomato sauce.
Once in bed, she forced herself not to think about it. What was the point? He had explicitly told her it was wrong and wouldn't ever happen again. She wouldn't deny it being wrong – pretty much every society in the world agreed that it was wrong. But did that absolutely mean it couldn't ever happen again? She wasn't quite as certain about that. She could still feel his lips on hers when she closed her eyes, and it didn't feel or taste wrong. Hell, it felt a hundred times better than kissing Joffrey but didn't matter now, it wouldn't happen again. Robb had decided it and she had agreed. Sansa fell asleep, still not admitting to herself that she felt disappointed that it wouldn't happen again.
The next day, she was the last one to wake up as usual even though she had gone to bed early. No one batted an eye as she arrived downstairs to have breakfast while everyone was already dressed and watching TV. It seemed that there was a Harry Potter marathon again and she knew for a fact her family could never resist those.
Sansa broke fast alone in the kitchen, drinking orange juice and eating cereal as she checked Instagram like it was a newspaper. Now it was Margaery who had posted a picture. It seemed to have been taken last night while they ate dinner in the terrace. She couldn't help but sigh at the photo. It wasn't that she felt jealous, she had actually had a good time with her siblings but she knew she would have to call Joffrey and she knew he'd be pissed.
Sansa walked into the living room and announced she would do the ironing. It was the last week of school and she wanted her a-list clothes back in the game. This in turn, helped Robb convince everyone they should clean the house before mom got home the next day as a surprise. She could see in their sibling's faces that they didn't seem very enthusiastic about that, but they got up from the couch without complaining. Yeah, Robb did wield some fatherly authority over them, maybe because their real father was so rarely present.
From the laundry room, she could vaguely hear the vacuum and Rickon's complaints as Robb ordered him to clean his room. Sansa stared at the pile of clean clothes and for a moment, considered ironing only hers before realizing that would be very petty of her.
She dialed Joffrey's number and put her phone on speaker. It rang and rang, and Sansa felt relieved he wasn't picking up. At least, she would have one more day to prepare herself for his yelling, but then he picked up at the last ring and she panicked again.
"Hey!" Sansa replied, trying to sound cheerful so she could gauge his mood. "Are you having fun?"
"You told me you'd come," was the only thing he said, and even then, it was a sneer.
"Yeah, I'm sorry about that, Joffrey," she said but the apology wasn't heartfelt.
"What are you even doing?"
"Ironing," Sansa replied in a sigh. She should really start wearing more pants and less dresses because those were a pain in the ass to iron.
"I thought you were sick," he said accusatorily and Sansa had almost forgotten her lie.
"I am!" She said quickly but knew he'd never buy her lie now. "Okay, I'm not but hear me out. I couldn't leave Robb alone with the kids all weekend. Plus, we only got one car right now."
"You're always such a bitch. Always with excuses for everything."
Sansa closed her eyes at his words. It wasn't the first time he had called her a bitch but she knew he didn't mean it. You said and did things you didn't mean to when you were angry. Like kissing your sister, Sansa sarcastically remarked but didn't say it out loud.
"It's not an excuse, Joffrey. It's the truth."
"Who even cares about them, Sansa?!" He was shouting now and Sansa leaned forward to lower the volume on her phone, almost getting burning herself on the hot iron in the process. "You belong with me, Sansa!"
Despite his angry tone, Sansa couldn't help the small smile on her lips. She belonged with him, his words not hers. So what if he hurt her sometimes, calling her names and more? At the end of the day, they were still together and she was quite sure he loved even though he never said it. She didn't say it either, but it was there.
"I know, Joffrey," she replied calmly, praying that he'd stop yelling. "It's just this weekend. Starting tomorrow, I'm all yours again. I promise you I'll make up for it."
"You know what, Sansa? Find your own ride tomorrow!" He shouted loudly but if she lowered the volume further, she'd end up with her phone on silent.
"I already told you I'm sorry, what else do you want me to do?" She retorted, raising her voice slightly but he didn't say anything and for some reason that angered her further. "Do you want me down on my knees and beg your forgiveness," she asked sarcastically.
"Maybe I do. That's all you can do properly after all – getting down on your knees and sucking dick!" Sansa stopped what she was doing at his words, not able to believe he was actually saying that. "That's what you are, isn't it? A pretty, talented whore!"
She was staring at his name on her phone, aghast when Robb suddenly entered the room and ended the call without saying anything. She should have seen him arriving considering the door was half open but somehow she had been to engrossed in her argument with Joffrey to notice his presence.
"This is what I'm talking about, Sansa," Robb groaned, setting her phone back on the shelf, face down. "He is an asshole and he doesn't deserve you. How can you let him call you those names?!"
"What names? What names, Robb? Bitch and whore?" She scoffed again. This was her defense mechanism after all and she had perfected it ever since middle school. "Come on, Robb. You thought the same thing when you saw my name next to 'best BJ' on the wall in the locker room." At least, she wasn't the winner in the category of 'greatest slut', that title had gone to Margaery and the brunette had actually felt proud about it.
"No, Sansa. That's not what I thought," he said, surprisingly calm.
"Oh, so bitch and whore was not what you had mind when you kissed me the other night?!" Sansa taunted, forgetting for a moment that the door was still open. Luckily for them, their siblings were upstairs and the vacuum was on.
Robb sighed, but didn't look away from her. If anything, it felt like his blue eyes were piercing right through hers. "No, that wasn't what I was thinking when I kissed you," he admitted, his voice low so that no one would hear them. "I was thinking about how you looked cute even while angry, how were trying so hard to have the last word and how, despite your make up being beyond smudged, you still looked like the most beautiful girl in the world."
He was ready to continue his rant when she kissed him out of the blue, making him stumble backwards against the doorframe with surprise. She knew she shouldn't do it, she knew it was wrong but she didn't care.
Robb had called her beautiful. She couldn't remember the last time someone had called her that besides mom. Sexy, attractive, enticing, sultry, she was called all those many times, but beautiful? Joffrey never failed to remind her she might be pretty on the outside, but that on the inside, she is as rotten as him and she believed him. And yet Robb had called her beautiful.
He kissed her back after a second of surprise, his hands hesitantly finding their way to her waist. There was none of the anger from Friday night. His lips were soft against hers and Sansa wondered, not without jealousy, if this was what Talisa had been allowed to experience every day for three years. What a fool that girl had been to have let go of him, of her brother. Sansa would never have let go if she hadn't heard the sound of approaching footsteps.
She pulled away from him, slightly out of breath and looked up at him shyly. She could hear his heartbeat from where she stood but her eyes were attracted to his half parted lips that she had just tasted.
"Robb, are you coming or what?" Arya blurted out, throwing the door wide open without making sure no one was standing behind it.
"What?" Robb panted with a frown, staring at Arya. His curls were a brown mess and his eyes were a darker shade of blue, Sansa noticed with a small smile. He was beautiful too, she decided then, more than she ever would be.
"Did you find the vacuum cleaner bags?" Their little sister asked with a groan, clearly exasperated, looking around the room and Sansa wondered if she was suspicious about something.
"I was just telling Robb that I think I saw them in the basement, in the shelves beneath the stairs," she replied in his stead.
