Myrcella wakes up with a delicious soreness throughout her body. A heavy arm is draped over her stomach, and she reaches down tentatively to stroke the soft hair, marveling at Robb's muscles even in his subdued state. She turns slowly so that she is facing him, taking in his beauty. His perfect lips, red from overuse, his long lashes, too long for any boy to have really, fluttering slightly as he dreamed, his curls in disarray from her attention to them. He lets out a breath that sounds like her name and she feels her heart swell.
Last night had been perfect. She hadn't expected it to happen, though that was probably foolish of her. She had just gotten so used to keeping everyone at arm's length, but with Robb, even the slightest distance was too great. She had remembered his confession to her, that Sansa had told him everything. Until that moment, she wasn't sure what he knew of her time from the war. She had expected him to pity her, had dreaded it really, but he looked at her with reverence and gratitude, for helping Sansa, though she saw his quiet agony simmering underneath.
Protecting Sansa had never been a choice for her. She had always loved her fierce redheaded friend, such a lady but so strong. She had watched that strength be slowly beaten from her, and it caused her more pain than the blows she received at Joffrey's hand and order. And it had been selfish too, Sansa had become her one true friend in the world, she couldn't risk losing her.
Myrcella hadn't realized that her fists had clenched and her eyes had moistened and so caught up in her memories, she hadn't heard Robb stir, nor seen his eyes open. He was on her at once, "Ellie, sweetheart, did I hurt you?"
She could have cried out from the way his strong hands handled her with such delicacy, his fingertips tracing her cheek as his eyes searched hers. But she smiled at him, not wanting to frighten him or dampen their joy from the night before.
"Far from it, Lupe, some memories fought their way in." His face instantly showed his understanding and his anger, so she added in quickly, "But I promise that I have never woken happier than I did today."
He smiles at that, a hint of smugness in his features, which makes her giggle. At the sound of it, she sees his worry subside and he traces down her body. His eyes follow his hands, taking in the love marks he had littered over her body, and he started kissing each one gently.
"Are you sore, my love?" he asks, his head tucked between her breasts.
"Yes," she answers, stretching like a cat, arching her back and feeling him stir, "It's wonderful."
He chuckles into her breast as his hand comes up her thigh, cupping her ass, which makes her moan, before his fingers find her opening.
"God's Myrcella you are so wet" he says with a groan and she feels his fingers enter her.
Her breath hitches, "I've, I've been waiting for you." His hands massage her nub before he rolls himself over, pulling her on top of him.
She feels his hardness against her, still marveling that she could cause that. She starts to grind herself against it and his breath hisses.
"Ride me, Ellie, I want to see you above me." His words undo her and she feels a great feeling of need, but also of embarrassment. "I don't know what to do, Robb…I've never…"
"I know, I know my love," he says as he guides my hand around his cock and positions it at my entrance, "trust me you will find your way, I'll help you."
She lifts her hips to allow him into her, feeling herself tightening around him as she slides down his length and feels the sharp pressure of Robb's fingers pressing into her hip. She takes her time adjusting to his size, before she starts to rock slowly back and forth.
He doesn't know how he got this lucky to find himself inside her again. But whatever it is, he wouldn't question it. Myrcella sat astride him, her delicious cunt wrapped around him, holding one of his hands for support.
He fought the urge to grab hold of her and take her roughly, forced himself to rest his hands on her thigh and her hip as the goddess above him adjusted. But then she rolled her hips just so and he heard himself curse as he grabbed her greedily by her hips, his fingers were sure to leave marks.
In response she put her hands over his, gesturing for him to guide her at his will. He moved her up and down his cock, raising his hips to meet her as she picked up speed. Her arms found his chest, using him for support as her head fell back in pleasure.
He bucked up into her, eliciting a shocked moan from her lips, and her hands went up to her own breasts, massaging them as she said his name.
"Look at me." He heard himself order her. Dreamily she opened her eyes, looking down at him, her blonde curls a dizzying halo. He bucked up into her again, watching her face crumble with each thrust.
She leans down to kiss him as she grinds herself back and forth, he grabs her ass with both hands and she moans into his mouth.
She starts moving on him faster and faster, he no longer needs to guide her. He can tell the moment that she nears her peak, it's written all over her beautiful face.
"That's it my love, come for me… I'm so close….just a little…" and then he thrusts up into her once more and they both collapse in pleasure.
"When do we have to leave today?" Myrcella asks Robb as they lie on their sides, their arms wrapped around each other.
"I don't know… I thought we'd get on the road at 3, sound good?"
No Myrcella thinks but smiles at him anyway, nodding her approval.
"Is there anything special you want to do today?" He asks her, propping himself up on his elbow so he can look down at her.
You she thinks as she smiles slyly, making him blush. "You'll be the death of me woman, I know it… anything other than that?"
She giggles pretending to think about it, "I actually thought I'd spend some time with Sansa. She stays here with Bran all the time right?"
He grimaces noticeably. "Yeah, she came to the city a few times but she prefers it here. I think she gets lonely though… with Jon and I going back and forth. Bran is always working on his thesis or with the Reeds. They spend time together of course, but it can't be enough."
Well maybe…Myrcella thinks but decides not to mention it until she can speak with Sansa, she wouldn't want to get Robb's hopes up.
"Well then I will just have to talk her ear off! Hmm… I wonder what we will talk about?" she teases and taps her finger to her lips as though she's thinking.
His eyes narrow at her, "You wouldn't."
"Wouldn't what Lupe?" she asks the laughter already in her voice.
"Troublemaker!" he growls and attacks her, tickling her stomach and causing her to squeal.
She laughs looking up at him, he looks so much like the boy she knew when he is playful like this. She reaches up to trace his jaw, pulling his smiling lips to hers.
The world can wait a little while longer, after all Sansa won't be up for hours…
Robb still finds himself grinning as he heads out on a run with Grey Wind. He couldn't believe that a week ago, Myrcella had seemed lost to him forever. He had laughed more in the past two days than he had in the previous two months.
She had always been like sunshine, even as a girl, or perhaps especially as one. She had such a wonderful laugh, so full of laughter. Robb smiled as he remembers her father's deep belly laugh, thanking the gods that Myrcella's had inherited neither that nor her mother's mirthless cackle.
Robb slapped himself across the face, cursing himself when he realized he had gone a mile without a thought of anything other than Myrcella. Unfortunately, the thought that first entered his mind next was of Jon and Sansa. Last night he had seen them, both a little bit drunk, and so happy, wander outside. At the time he had been happy for them. It was hard not to be seeing how the interacted with one another.
But now, all he could think about is what this pairing would mean. The War of the Five had started for similar reasons and no one could take that again. Then again, neither Jon nor Sansa planned on stealing a kingdom. They were both prominent figures, it went with the territory of their name, but this wouldn't alter any line of succession. Here's to small victories, he thought sarcastically.
But then he thought how happy Sansa was watching Jon's band play, or how Jon handled her with such care. They were two of his favorite people in the world, two of the only people that mattered to him. He would make himself be okay with this or he would die trying.
Finishing another loop, having completed five miles, he heads to go shower and see if Jon wants to shoot pool or spar.
Freshly showered, wearing jeans and a fuzzy light pink sweater, Myrcella walks carefully up the stairs, taking care not to drop the tray in her hands. She had been looking forward to time with Sansa, and knew that the surest way to avoid her morning grumpiness was to fortify her with coffee and sugar.
Lyla had chuckled warmly when Myrcella told her that, and had piled the tray with a Braavosi Press filled with Vanilla flavored coffee (their favorite), fresh fruit, and chocolate and raspberry filled pastries that were making her stomach growl.
Knowing that there is no way Sansa would choose to be awake at this hour (it was only 10 after all), Myrcella let herself in, pushing the door with her back so that she could hold onto the tray.
"Wake up sleepyhead…" she says as she comes through the door, only to see Jon Targaryen's surprised face and rather naked torso. Mercifully for them both he had grabbed a sheet to cover the rest of him quickly enough.
"Oh my gods! I'm so sorry you guys…I can…um I can go."
She turns around but can hear Sansa giggling as Jon clothes himself, "Close the door Myrcella!" Sansa says.
Closing it with her foot she sets the tray down on Sansa's desk, her back still to them. She puts a hand on her hip and the other cradles her forehead. "Um…you know guys, I'm very supportive of this… but I don't know that I need to be here for…all of it."
At this even Jon chuckles. "You can turn around now, Myrcella."
She turns, making them laugh when her hand is covering her eyes, but her fingers are separated to allow one to peek. Thankfully Jon is now dressed and Sansa has pulled on silk pajama pants and a warm sweater.
"You may want to get back to your room Jon… I think Robb was going to see if you wanted to spar when he gets back from his run."
Jon starts to race out of the room but it stopped as Sansa says, "bup, bup, bup". He looks Myrcella in the eye and blushes before turning around and placing a sweet kiss on Sansa lips. Then he walks towards the door, stealing a piece of fruit, and winks at the girls on his way out.
Setting her tray down on Sansa's coffee table Myrcella pats the couch cushion next to hers. No wonder she prefers it here, her room is the size of your average two bedroom flat in Wintertown.
"Tell me everything!" Myrcella giddily demands as she pours coffee for them both.
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