Flashback
Robb and Sansa sat together on the floor in Robb's bedroom watching TV. Their shoulders were touching and if either one of them thought it odd that lately they couldn't seem to get close enough to one another, neither one brought it up.
They couldn't have said when it started either.
Robb was only half-watching the movie. Mainly, he was very aware that Sansa was wearing skimpy shorts and a practically see-through t-shirt. It was late, these were her pajamas, but some sick part of him wondered if she'd done it on purpose. To entice him.
That was probably wishful thinking. And what brother would wish that his sister would want to entice him? Surely, there was something wrong with him. Just the other day he could have sworn she'd been checking him out while he'd been helping their Dad wash his car.
Robb might have taken his shirt off in the hopes that she would do just that.
The onscreen couple kissed for the first time and Sansa sighed dreamily and rested her head on his shoulder. He smiled down at her. "All right?"
"I want that."
"To be kissed in a snowstorm during a zombie apocalypse?"
"Yes."
He laughed and allowed himself to at least kiss the top of her head.
Sansa shifted so that she could look up at him. "Robb, can I ask you a question?"
"Of course."
She bit her lip and Robb found he couldn't take his eyes off her mouth. He had to force himself to look away and he did, by rubbing the back of his hair and grabbing his can of Coke off the floor beside him. He took a sip and looked over at her. "What is it?"
"What was your first kiss like? Was it super romantic like in the movies? Or was it just wet and gross and lame?"
He laughed. "Well, I mean there was no swelling music, and the lights weren't just so, but it wasn't bad."
She made a face. "It 'wasn't bad'? That's a ringing endorsement."
"I'm a guy; I'm not supposed to think about whether or not a kiss is romantic or not."
"Well, that's disappointing."
He cocked his head to the side. "What do you mean?"
"It's just…it's just that I don't know…you're my big brother. You and Dad are the most important male relationships I'll ever have. They say that you always pick a guy like your Dad, and I've always thought I'd like a guy like you and I imagined you to be super romantic and…" she trailed off and looked at him helplessly.
Robb noticed her cheeks were starting to redden. His heart started to race. There was a slight roaring in his ears. "Sansa…you've imagined me that way…? What – what does that mean?"
She swallowed, seeming to realize that she'd sort of confessed something vital. She got to her feet quickly. "Nothing, forget it. You know what, I'm really tired so I think I'm going to turn in and—" When she started to go, Robb snagged her hand and stopped her.
"Don't go," he whispered. He let go of her hand and got to his feet.
Sansa watched him nervously, seeming to understand that something had changed. Shifted. Robb looked down at her, and reached out with one hand to cup the side of her face. She sucked in a sharp breath and looked up at him wonderingly.
He leaned down and brushed her lips with his once, twice, three times. She gripped his shirt front in her small hands. "Robb," she breathed.
"Is that romantic enough for you, Sansa?" he asked softly.
She looked up at him and nodded. Robb kissed her again.
End Flashback
Talisa snorting in her sleep jerked Robb from his memory of the first time he and Sansa kissed.
The kiss that had started it all.
Talisa rolled over and slung an arm across his front. Robb got up out of bed and went downstairs. He just couldn't be in bed with Talisa right now. Not while making love to Sansa was still fresh in his mind.
Thankfully, sex with Talisa had not happened that night. She had felt too bloated after dinner to do it. She had been so worried that he'd been upset about it and he'd had to spend almost a half an hour assuring her that it was fine.
She had offered to go down on him, but Robb had said no. He would probably have to turn in his guy card after that. What guy didn't take a woman up on their offer for a blow job? One that couldn't imagine any part of her touching him again after having had Sansa again.
Grabbing his phone from the charger in the kitchen, Robb went to the living room and sat down on the couch. He looked around at the unopened boxes they still had and thought maybe he could quietly unpack a few to expel some energy.
In the end, he decided no. Instead, he thought he'd take a chance and see if Sansa was still awake. It was only midnight. She still could be. So he sent a quick text: You awake?
Just when he thought she wasn't, she replied: Yes.
He smiled and typed: I miss you.
Sansa: Don't.
Robb: Don't what?
Sansa: You know exactly what.
Robb: Is your phone on vibrate?
Sansa: Are you being dirty?
He laughed to himself as he typed out: No, I am just wondering if Willas is awake.
Sansa: He's not. He's asleep in the other room.
Robb: Are you having trouble sleeping too?
Sansa: Sort of. It's not unusual for me to be up late.
Robb: I miss you.
Sansa: You already said that.
Robb: I wish I was with you. Or you were here with me.
Sansa: Three's a crowd, Robb.
Robb: Do you love him the same as me?
Sansa: Don't.
Robb: When can I see you? We need to talk.
Sansa: We're talking now.
Robb: Don't be cheeky.
Sansa: I'm free at lunch tomorrow. Do you want to meet at Panera?
Robb: Still sticking to that public place, huh?
Sansa: Robb…please.
Robb: I'm sorry. I can't help it. You make me lose my mind.
Sansa: Short trip.
Robb: Ha ha. What time is lunch?
After making plans to meet, and making sure that he knew where Panera was, they said good-bye to one another.
Robb: I love you.
Sansa: Ditto
He sighed. Okay, so this wasn't an ideal situation and he couldn't very well expect her to be on the same page as him. They had agreed to go their separate ways. He was the one that had went and gotten married in a desperate bid to get over Sansa and move on with his life without her.
All he'd done was fuck everything up by marrying a woman that would go on to cheat on him because he was incapable of showing Talisa the same kind of affection and love he showed Sansa. He had tried so hard in the beginning too…had almost had himself convinced.
Not even close, who are you kidding? he thought bitterly.
He wanted to make this better. All of it. He just didn't know how. He was pretty sure that pursuing anything with Sansa was a recipe for disaster but…fuck. He couldn't help himself. After being away from her for so long how did he give her up now? After being so fucking goddamn miserable, how did he pretend that he was in love with his wife and didn't want the only woman he was pretty sure he would ever love?
Robb stretched out on the couch and looked up at the moon through the window behind him. He should go back to bed. If Talisa found him down here she would think he was upset with her. He didn't want to go down that road with her.
He sighed. In a minute, he thought.
Soon, he was fast asleep.
