Robb held Sansa close to him in bed. Her back was to his front and his lips were at her neck, her hair in a ponytail and draped over the pillow. One hand rest flat on her stomach, keeping her in place. She was asleep, but Robb was finding it hard to join her in slumber. Not after he'd seen her so terrified from her dream. Not after she'd called out to him with such desperation and fear - as if he'd leave her. As if she thought he would ever leave her.

"Never want to leave this spot," he murmured against her skin. "Never want to be parted from you."

An ache settled in his chest and he shut his eyes tight. He was afraid he was in love with his sister.

All week he'd tried so hard to fight his growing feelings. He'd gone out with Roslin, chatted with her over text, buried himself in schoolwork, and tonight he'd slept with her.

All the while he had thought about Sansa. About how Sansa's skin would feel under his hands, how her breasts would feel in his palms, and how she might tremble with pleasure as he ghosted his lips all over her body.

He couldn't think about this now. He would get hard and that's not what Sansa needed. He couldn't even imagine what she'd say if she knew...

If her dream was anything to go by, Sansa was afraid of losing him. He should have known Sansa would be sensitive to the fact that he'd been avoiding her. How could she not be after how close they'd gotten...God, he could laugh at that. Close? Was that the word to describe this? More like sick. He was sick. What kind of brother fell in love with his sister? What kind of brother wanted to make love to his sister? He was failing her; he had failed her.

If he was a good brother he would send her away to be with Gram and Gramp for both their sake. But he couldn't. He needed her too much, and after tonight when she screamed for him and clung to him - she needed him too. He had to put his feelings aside and focus on what she needed. They were still healing, and if Sansa's dream was any indication, she was afraid to lose him.

She let out a whimper in her sleep and Robb pressed his lips to her neck, willing her to feel his presence even in her sleep. She shifted in her sleep and Robb loosened his grip on her. Sansa turned and faced him, her eyes tired in the dim light of the moon streaming in the window behind him. She looked at him, her eyes sad. He was about to ask her if she'd had another dream when she kissed him.

It took Robb a few seconds to catch up to what was happening. Sansa was kissing him. This was happening. Did this mean she felt something, too? He had just started to respond when she broke the kiss and started to cry. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I don't know why I did that. I…don't know…"

"Sansa, it's okay—"

"No, it's really not. You're my brother and I just…" She rolled over, turning her back on him and inching to the edge of the bed, about as far away from him as she could get. "Maybe you should go to your own bed. I'm clearly not thinking straight."

If he reached out to her what would she think? Would she be disgusted with him if he took her in his arms and kissed her? What would she say if he told her he wanted to kiss her? She was clearly disgusted with herself for kissing him, so that didn't bode well for him. And she was emotional. Her nightmare earlier, the possibility of another bad dream haunting her when she'd woken up…

"I don't want to leave you," he said honestly. She didn't move. "I…get it."

"How?" She sounded incredulous.

"You had a bad dream. You think you're going to lose me. But you're not. Sansa, I'm not going anywhere." He inched closer to her and put his hand on her hip. "Come on, Sansa…" She shook her head. He moved until he was against her back. He kissed her shoulder and she stiffened. "We've been through a lot," he murmured. "We've dealt with a lot. We're grieving and we're the only ones that get it. It's okay, Sansa."

He heard the words he spoke, heard the logic in them – they were the same words he had said to himself over and over again every time he felt the urge to touch her, or he couldn't stop looking at her. It was their situation. They had only each other now. They relied on each other. They supported each other. Yet despite what he felt, Sansa was upset by what she'd done and didn't need him making it worse. A brother did not pursue a sister. A brother did not lust for nor fall in love with his sister.

He felt her body begin to relax by degrees. She sighed heavily. "It would still probably be best if you went to your bed," she said.

He knew what he should say to that – yes, you're right. I should. But the words wouldn't come and neither would the action. "No," he said. "You need me right now, and honestly, I need you too."

"You don't need me, Robb. You've always been the stronger one. I'm just a hot mess."

"I do need you," he said fiercely. "Do you ever listen to me when I talk?"

Silence.

"Sansa—"

"I just want to sleep now, Robb."

He sighed. "Ok. But I'm staying."

"Okay," she whispered softly.

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When Sansa woke up the next morning, she was still tired. And mortified. Being mortified by kissing Robb made her cranky.

She climbed out of bed without even looking at Robb and headed to the shower. Once she was dressed she texted Jeyne to find out what her friend was up to. She could hear Robb poking around in the kitchen, and could smell bacon and coffee wafting to her bedroom.

She didn't plan to leave her room until she absolutely had to. Not even coffee and bacon could make her go down to the kitchen. Instead, she sat on her bed and tossed her from back and forth between her hands, waiting for Jeyne to reply to her.

And then she heard Robb coming down the hallway and she froze and stared at her closed door.

He knocked twice. "Sansa, can I come in?"

"No."

After a beat he asked, "Are you going to eat breakfast?"

"I'm not hungry."

"Sansa, come on. You can't avoid me forever."

No, she couldn't. But she also thought perhaps she could test that theory.

"There is nothing wrong with you," he said. "I get why you did it. I understand."

How could he when she didn't understand it? Unless…had he felt a similar urge? She almost laughed at the very thought. No. She doubted that. He was just trying to make her feel better.

She had been having a dream in which she and Roslin were fighting over Robb. She couldn't even remember all that they had been saying, but she remembered trying to pull Robb away from Roslin. At one point she'd screamed at the other woman, "Robb is mine!"

She'd woken up needing to see him, feel him, stake her fucking claim on him, and when she'd seen him she'd just wanted to…to kiss him. Whatever residual feelings she'd been having in the dream had manifested itself in real life.

What did it mean that kissing him had been her reaction? Of all the things to do that's what she'd landed on? Did that mean she was jealous of Roslin on a whole other level?

"Sansa."

"I can't right now, Robb. Please don't make me."

"So, how do you want to work this? Do you want me to leave the kitchen and hide in my bedroom while you put a plate together? Or should I leave a tray at your door?"

Sansa smiled despite her rioting emotions. Bless him trying to make light of this, for trying to make her feel that her reaction to the kiss was what was ridiculous and not the kiss itself.

Her phone dinged. Jeyne had texted back. Wanna get some breakfast?

"I'm going out to breakfast with Jeyne," Sansa called out to her brother.

It took him a little while to respond. "Fine."

She heard him walk away and she wrote Jeyne back, saying she'd pick her up. She grabbed her purse and barreled down the hall. When she passed Robb in the kitchen, her breath caught due to nerves and when he reached out and grabbed her arm before she could go any further, she froze. She would not look at him, however.

"When will you be home?" he asked softly.

"I don't know."

"Please don't be too late. What was your curfew with Mom and Dad?"

"Ten."

"I want you home by ten then."

"Okay."

He let her go, and Sansa practically ran to her car in her haste to get away from Robb. Too bad she couldn't run from the feelings all tangled up inside of her.

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Jeyne didn't last long with Sansa before feeling the need to involve the boys. It was noon when Harry and Willas joined them downtown. Harry informed Sansa that he'd already started work on her fake ID using her yearbook picture from last year. Sansa didn't know what it all entailed to make a fake ID, but it all sounded good to her.

The four of them went back to Jeyne's – her parents were gone for the day – and they all settled in to "watch" a movie. Jeyne poured them all drinks from her mother's well-stocked supply in her liquor cabinet. Sansa thought the whole thing was actually pretty lame, but the part of her that wanted to be a normal teenager doing normal teenager things that didn't involve feeling as though she had a hole in her heart the size of Texas due to the loss of her family, and didn't do things like kiss her brother, went with it.

Jeyne and Willas left the room not even fifteen minutes into the movie to have sex.

Harry tugged on his ear and looked at her sheepishly. "So…"

"When can we go racing again?" she asked.

He grinned. "You really liked that, huh?"

"I did."

"It's better when it's dark…and late. Less chance to get caught, plus I think it makes it ups the whole danger aspect."

"Well, I guess the only thing left to do is make out," she said with a sigh.

He barked out a laugh. "You don't have to make it sound so terrible."

She smiled flirtatiously. "It's not." She bit her lip and coyly traced his lips with her fingers. Robb's lips had been soft and yet – and yet she was not going to think about that right now. She reached over and knocked back the rest of her drink. It burned all the way down, and for some reason that brought her comfort.

Last night's dream and then kissing Robb…she felt there was something dark twisting inside her. The guilt she carried with her for surviving the fire. The feelings for Robb she didn't understand. There was something…more there. Something that made her feel so incredibly possessive of Robb and feeling… jealous.

Harry cupped the back of her head once she'd put her glass down and kissed her heatedly. With the alcohol running through her, Sansa didn't hate it. She wondered what else she and Harry could do that she wouldn't hate.

Will she or won't she...