Sansa turned around, her hair whipping back as she did so. Her heart was beating so fast she ws sure she could hear it echo around the room. She was not expecting anyone to be in here, let alone the person that was standing in front of her, plain as day.

"What are you doing here?" she asked, still breathing heavily from shock.

"I wanted to see if you were okay." Said Theon, taking a step towards Sansa, who was still standing very close to the door.

"Why wouldn't I be okay?" she asked, holding her head high. She hoped he hadn't seen the fight. Not only was it quite embarrassing, but it also made her look so immature. Granted, she didn't regret what she did...but that didn't mean it wasn't immature.

"I heard Robb yelling at you and Arya," said Theon, with a small, pitying smile. "I wanted to see if you were okay."

Sansa felt like she wanted to melt. He was being so sweet and so kind; maybe he did like her after all. Not that it would make a difference. Sansa reminded herself. "I'm fine." She told Theon with an unconvincing smile.

"I know when you're lying." Said Theon, cocking his head slightly. He looked her up and down."Besides, you're face speaks differently." Her face. Sansa had forgot about her face. She hadn't had a good chance to examine herself yet, but she was sure Arya had done some damage. She wasn't sure what to say to him now. She just stood there, her mouth slightly open, willing words unknown to her to spill out. But nothing came.

"Sansa," said Theon, his expression turning dark, "Robb...he didn't hit you, did he?"

"What!" exclaimed Sansa, her eyes widening like saucers. "No! Of course not!"

"Good." Said Theon, breathing a sigh of relief. Some of the darkness had gone from his face, but a good amount still lingered. He still wanted to know what had happened.

"Why would you even think that?" asked Sansa, her voice barely more than a whisper.

"Well, your face, and he was yelling..." he trailed off, shaking his head. "I know Robb would never do something like that, but I couldn't help but ask. If he had hit you, I would of-"

"You would have what?" said Sansa, cutting him off. A playful smile was now on her lips. "Challenged him to one to one combat? Because we all know who'd win."

Theon took another step forwards. He was so close now, that Sansa could smell the ale on his breath, and see every crinkle around his perfect smile. "I'd give him a very good talking too." He said, after what felt like an eternity.

"You'd do that for me?" said Sansa, still playful. Theon, on the other hand, turned completely serious.

"I'd do anything for you." He said. Sansa was stunned at his bold words. Her smile had fallen now, and she was looking at him with such confusion. But before she could ask anything, Theon had leant down, so his lips were barley brushing hers.

His leafy green eyes bored into hers as he asked: "May I?"

Sansa could only nod in reply.

Gently, Theon placed his lips on hers. Sansa closed her eyes, and the world seemed to stop round her. All she could feel was Theon against her, and that's all she wanted to feel. His kiss was gentler than Goffery's had been, but at the same time was more fierce. There had been no passion in that kiss, and now all Sansa could feel was passion. She threw her arms around Theon's neck, and his arms snaked around her waist, pulling them closer together. The less space between them, the better. The kiss quickly became more hungry, and Sansa, felt her back press against the door.

"You have no idea how long I've been waiting for this," Theon mumbled against her lips. Sansa didn't reply; instead she silenced him with another passionate kiss. Theon began to leave her lips, and tail kisses along her jaw line and down her neck. This was something she had never experience before, and it sent jolts of excitement through her body. He then kissed a spot on her collar bone that made her gasp out in pleasure. "Theon!" she moaned her eyes flying open in surprise. This was all so new to her, and she didn't want too much to happen. She needed to stop things while she still could.

Luckily for Sansa, she didn't have to. A knock at the door made them abrptly jump apart. Sansa then began to painc. No one could know that Theon was in here - she'd get in to an enormous amount of trouble, as would he!

"Who is it?" called Sansa, trying to fix her hair which had gotten messy against the wood of the door. She turned to Theon and pointed to the bathroom, indicating he should hide in there.

"Robb." replied a gruff voice from the other side of the door. San's panic was suddenly replaced with worry and anger. She had forgot he wanted to talk to her.

"One second." She said, looking round to make sure that Theon was gone. After being sure that he was, Sansa opened the door, letting her brother in.

"How can I help you?" asked Sansa as her brother walked into the room, closing the door behind him. She knew she shouldn't be cheeky, but her sense of right and wrong was very blurred at the moment.

"Don't." Snapped Robb, "You know why I'm here." He walked over to her bed and sat down, nodding to the spot next to him. Reluctantly, Sansa walked over and sat next to her brother. There was a minute of awkward silence before he spoke.

"I'm not going to tell father what you did."

This surprised Sansa. She was sure that he would tell their father what she had done, and then she would be in huge trouble. Arya may be allowed to act like a boy, but whenever she would start fights with the local children, she would get in such trouble, she wouldn't even tell the others what her punishment was.

"Why aren't you going to tell them?" asked Sansa, suspiciously.

"Because Jon convinced me that Arya was antagonising you," said Robb. He still looked like the law enforcer he was trying to be, but some of his kindness was showing through the cracks. "Also, this is the first time you've done anything like this. As long as you don't do it again, I won't tell." He paused to look his sister dead in the eye. "But you know you should never turn on family. If you lose family, you've lost everything. Do you understand?"

Sansa nodded. "Of course I understand. Just because I don't always like Arya, doesn't mean I love her any less."

Robb gave her a smile. "You should probably come up for a story about how you got in that state." He then you up to leave. Sansa got up too, and threw her arms around his neck in a hug. Robb was startled. Sansa hadn't hugged him in a while.

"Thank you." She whispered, hugging him tighter.

Robb smiled. "I'm always here when you need me."