a/n: So, are we still reading this or...?

It was sheer force of will that kept Robb from going after Sansa to continue what she'd started. Well, first it was the fear that whoever was outside their father's office was on their way inside, but then when no one came in, Robb just wanted to go after her.

As soon as he'd seen that look she would get on her face when she was about to kiss him or initiate a seduction (not that Sansa ever had to do much seducing), Robb hadn't been able to stop himself from reaching for her. Kissing her and holding her again had been heaven. He'd missed her so much, wanted her so badly, and loved her so greatly, that he could scarce contain himself at the moment. He certainly couldn't concentrate at work. He felt like a live wire. His whole body ached for her. And now she was nowhere near him where he could go find her and kiss her again. Claim her. Make her his again. He just wanted to wind himself around her and never let go.

He suffered through the next couple hours and knew he hadn't gotten much done. Today was not a productive day at work for Robb. He didn't care. He just wanted to get home and…

And nothing. He could do absolutely nothing with the family around. They were surrounded, and he could not and would not take any chances of them being found out again. If there was even anything to find out…

Okay, so Sansa had kissed him, but that didn't mean she was ready to pick up where they'd left off. Everything was still up in the air. What he needed to do was wait for her. Let her lead. Hopefully, she didn't make him wait too long.

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Sansa hid in her room that night. She sat on her bed, her laptop on her lap and a document open to work on a paper and yet she hadn't written a word. All she could think about was Robb and that kiss they'd shared.

It had terrified her. The intensity, the passion, the heat – all of it. Her entire body had come alive, her senses had been on overload. She had never felt such wanting, such desire – not that she remembered anyway. It was scary.

And she wanted to do it again.

It was all she could think about.

She pushed her laptop off her lap and went downstairs to get a drink. That's what she told herself anyway. When she got to the kitchen, she found Robb at the sink pouring a glass of water and Arya at the kitchen table. Her sister's back was to them.

Robb turned his head and looked at her and his expression suffused immediately with desire. Sansa felt a throb begin between her legs. Throb…Robb. Ha, she thought.

She wanted to run and stay at the same time. Wanted them to find a place to be alone and wanted to have everyone around them so that could never happen. She was about to run back up the stairs when Arya looked over at her and arched a brow. "What the hell are you doing just standing there?" she asked.

Sansa didn't answer her. She moved further into the kitchen and went to the fridge, making sure not to look at Robb. She felt his eyes on her though and her hands shook. She grabbed an apple from the crisper and finally looked at him. His eyes dropped to her lips and she inwardly moaned. She passed by him on legs that felt like jelly and went back to her room.

Long after everyone in the house had gone to bed, Sansa lay there knowing that Robb was awake. She knew he was waiting for her and she didn't know what to do about it. What she wanted to do and what she knew she should do were at war within her.

She was so frustrated she wanted to cry. She never should have kissed. Never should have opened that box, door, whatever the fuck it was.

Damn their past. Damn that accident. Damn her memories. Damn him for coming home. Just damn everything!

Sansa imagined herself getting up out of the bed, opening her door, going down stairs to the kitchen, then down to the basement into Robb's room. She imagined having him take her in his arms, kiss her, carry her to bed and sate this ache between her thighs. She knew now she'd had sex before but she didn't really remember it. Was it like riding a bike? Would it come back to her?

Jesus Christ, what the fuck am I thinking? Have I forgotten that he's my brother? Have I forgotten how messy this is and how I can't do it because he's my brother? What the fuck am I thinking?!

She wasn't. She wasn't thinking at all. She was just feeling. Feeling how she wanted him and couldn't stop thinking about it and wanting it. Maybe if they just did it once…

Yeah, and that's what I said about the kissing.

Sansa was pretty sure that by the time she finally did fall asleep, Robb had too.

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Robb was ready to say 'fuck it' when it came to waiting for Sansa to make a move. He'd waited up for her for God knew how long the night before, hoping she would come to him. He had been almost certain she would judging by the way she'd looked at him when they'd run into each other in the kitchen.

He'd paced. He'd ran up the stairs and stood in the doorway to the basement convincing himself he could manage to get up to her room without anyone hearing him. Once he'd ran up thinking he heard her and found Bran getting a snack.

She didn't come to work that afternoon and by the time he made it home, she wasn't there. Over the course of conversation he found out she'd gone to some lecture with Jon at school, and from there planned to go to the library.

Well.

Robb supposed a trip to the library was in order.

He knew he should wait for her, but he had been waiting for her for five fucking years. He couldn't do it anymore. He loved Sansa. He wanted Sansa. And he was going to get Sansa.

He told his family he was going out to run a few errands and no one batted an eye. Catelyn, it seemed, had been lulled into a false sense of security. That security had names: Jon Snow and Margaery Tyrell. She sang Jon praises, which often made Robb want to scream, but fine. He was pretty sure that Sansa could have brought home Ted Bundy, but as long as it wasn't Robb, she would have been thrilled.

Now here he was, heading into the public library in search of his sister. He'd figure out what to do after he saw her. He felt a little crazed as he circled the library in search of her. It rather reminded him of the old days when they had to sneak around and be inventive about how they could be together. The desperation then was different from now though. Then, he'd known she was his. Now he didn't know where the fuck he stood with her.

He rounded the stacks on the second floor and stopped abruptly. She was with Jon.

Fuck.

Robb left before either of them could see him. He nearly punched the window of his car but figured a broken hand would not be at all helpful.

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Sansa wondered later if she knew what was going to happen when Jon asked her if she wanted to go back to his dorm room and watch a movie. They'd hung out and watched movies plenty of times with nothing sexual happening at all. But then they also hadn't been dating. Certain things were expected to happen when you dated someone.

Jon had asked her if she was sure. Of course she thought of Robb. And in doing so she had sealed her fate. And Jon's.

It had been…nice. Jon had made sure she'd had an orgasm – he'd gone down on her afterwards to ensure that, and that was quite considerate of him.

"Will you stay tonight?" he asked hopefully as he wrapped her up in his arms and held her close.

It was midnight now and she was tired. But, she didn't want to stay. She wasn't sure if it was Jon's arms that felt too tight around her, if his room was just too stuffy, or if it was the disappointment settling in that having sex with Jon had done nothing to drive Robb from her thoughts and her…yeah.

"No, I should get home," she said. "I don't really want to do the walk of shame in the morning back to my car."

"I could lend you a shirt."

She laughed and pushed out of his arms. She sat up and reached for her bra and her shirt on the floor. Jon slid a hand down her bare back. "Sansa, don't go," he said softly.

"Next time. I'll even bring a change of clothes."

He sighed. "Are you sure it was all right for you?"

After she finished fastening her bra she looked over at him. "Are you being insecure?"

He looked hurt. "Yes."

"I'm sorry, I just – Jon, it's not that. It's just that I don't sleep well in any bed but my own."

"Then perhaps I should be the one spending the night at your place next time."

She smiled while all the while thinking that would never happen. Her father would never stand for it and Robb…

She slipped her shirt on and then got up and quickly put on her panties and jeans. Jon got up in the meantime and slipped on his jeans. He pulled her to him and kissed her. "I'm falling in love with you, Sansa," he whispered. Her eyes went wide and she just stared at him, at a complete loss for words. "I just wanted you to know."

She kissed him. It was her way of apologizing.

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Sansa let herself in the house as quietly as possible and was on her way to the stairs when she heard the door to the basement open.

Robb stood there and rubbed his eyes. He looked at her in confusion. "Did you just get home?"

"Uh…yeah."

He looked more awake now. "You just got home now?"

"Yeah, just now. So I'm going—"

"What the hell have you been doing until almost one o' clock in the morning?" he demanded.

She bristled at that. "None of your business," she snapped.

He pointed at her. "No, you don't get to say that to me. You don't get to pretend that I don't have a right to know what—"

"You don't have the right. You're not my keeper. You're not…"

He took a step toward her. "Your lover?"

"You're not that," she said and lifted her chin.

He came closer and stopped right in front of her. "You kissed me like you were," he whispered.

"That was…a mistake."

He arched a brow. "Was it now?"

She nodded. "Yes. And it won't happen again."

He leaned in closer and then stopped. "You smell like another man."

"That other man would be my boyfriend."

"Did you sleep with him?"

"I told you that's none of your business."

He gripped her arms. "Did you sleep with him?" he hissed.

"I'm not going to answer—"

He walked her back to the wall and pushed her against it. "You did, didn't you? You had sex with him."

"Robb, don't—"

He kissed her and a sound left Sansa that sounded somewhere between a moan and a cry. She clutched at him he clutched at her, pulled her against him as though he was trying to push inside her skin.

"Sansa," he gasped. "Sansa."

Her hands gripped his curls, needing him even closer. "Robb," she whimpered.

And then he was pulling away. Sansa just stared at him wide-eyed and full of need.

His jaw was clenched tight. "Did you cling to him the way you just clung to me? Did you kiss him the way you just kissed me? Did you want him as much as I know you want me right now?"

She didn't answer him, but then even if she'd planned to it didn't matter. Robb walked away from her before she could even open her mouth.