Sansa woke up slowly, where she was and what had led to where she was slowly coming back to her. She smiled sleepily when she remembered how she and Robb had kissed. Many times. And how they'd shared a bed.

She reached out for him only to come up empty. Her eyes popped open and she found Robb up and standing in front of the windows. One shade was open and he stood there with his arms folded across his chest in his newly purchased pajama bottoms and long-sleeved shirt.

Sansa sat up. "What are you doing?" she asked, her voice rough from sleep.

Robb looked over his shoulder at her and smiled. "Watching the plows clear the parking lot."

Sansa climbed out of bed and went to stand beside him. She wasn't quite sure what was so fascinating about the plows, but she did find the snow on the trees quite pretty. Robb wrapped an arm around her and Sansa hummed happily and curled into his side.

"Did you sleep well?" he asked softly.

"I always sleep well when we share a bed," she murmured. She looked up at him. "You?"

He nodded and smiled gently. "Yeah, me too."

Sansa put her head against his chest. "Let's not go back to Winterfell. Let's stay here."

"Why don't you want to go home?"

"Because no one knows us here. We can be whatever – or whoever – we want." She sighed. "Aside from the fact that I missed you in London, I liked being away from all the memories."

"You missed me?" he sounded almost afraid to ask that.

"Of course I did," she murmured. "Why do you think I didn't want to see you, Robb?"

"Because you hated me."

"I was hurt," she said and pushed out of his arms to go back to the bed. "And I wanted to hate you, but couldn't. I hated that I couldn't hate you."

Sansa climbed back into the bed and sat up against the headboard, pulling the blankets over her. Robb came over and sat down so that he was facing her, a quizzical expression on his face. "It certainly seemed like you hated me. You wouldn't let me see you; you never returned my calls or answered any of my messages…" He looked down. "The last time we…we made love you said you hated me. You hit me and told me you hated me."

She looked regretful. "I was angry. You sent me away to put an end to…us. And then you changed your mind."

"I didn't change my mind, Sansa. I never stopped wanting you and I never stopped loving you. It was just that I was tired of trying to fight it. I was done trying to pretend that I was just your brother and that you didn't mean more to me to that. I was afraid to admit how much I loved you because then that meant that I had done what a brother doesn't do – it meant that I had truly fallen in love with you. I didn't want to hurt you when you were already dealing with so much – we both were - and I was afraid that I had. In the eyes of the world we're sick."

"I know," she whispered. "I just never really felt that way until I left. I mean, I knew it wasn't something a brother and sister did, or should do, but when we were together it was all I wanted."

"Me too," he whispered.

"I've never hated you, Robb. I thought it would easier if I did and so I tried to. I thought if I just cut you out completely . . . it's a lot harder to get over someone when you're not in constant contact with them."

"You said you'd be ready to see me again when you were over me," he said.

"Well, that didn't exactly work out for me, did it?"

Say it, Sansa, he thought. Say you love me. "What do you want to do now?" he asked.

She sighed and glanced at the clock. "I suppose we should shower and get home."

That wasn't what he'd meant, but he supposed for the time being the serious discussion they'd just had was enough. They had some time to figure out all the rest.

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A new routine had started. Or rather, perhaps it wasn't that it was new considering all the time they'd been spending together, but after their trip to IKEA, Robb and Sansa incorporated kissing into their time spent together.

Granted, when they were around other people that was something that could not be done, but then Sansa seemed to like to torture them both. One afternoon she brought him lunch at work and they sat together in the newspaper breakroom, alone.

Robb was having a hard time concentrating on lunch when all he wanted to do was kiss her. This, of course, allowed her, to steal his chips without his notice. When he realized he was missing some, he shot her a glare and she grinned at him.

Then she stretched her leg out under the table and rubbed the side of his with her foot. All the while looking innocently at him.

"You are a horrible tease," he told her and grabbed her bag of chips. "It won't do any good to make me hard while I'm sitting here."

She laughed and drew her leg away. "Is it awkward now with Talisa?"

Robb sighed. "Yes, but I found out today she is leaving."

"Oh?"

"She got a new job."

Sansa frowned. "Because of you?"

"I don't know if it's because of me…"

She cocked her head to the side. "But you think maybe?"

He made a face and nodded.

Sansa crumpled up saran wrap her tuna and avocado sandwich had been in. "It's just cause you're so hot, Robb."

He grinned. "Am I?"

She nodded. "You are. Especially when you wear all black like today. It kind of makes me want to…lick you."

He nearly choked on the chip he was chewing on. He swallowed hard. "Lick me?" He leaned forward. "Exactly where do you want to lick me?"

Her smile was mischievous as she grabbed a grape from the container in front of her and popped it in her mouth. Robb sat back, sending her another glare. "You're mean." She laughed again.

When it was time for Sansa to return to work, they cleaned up their lunch and headed to the door when Robb locked the door and pulled her to the corner of the room. He pushed her against the wall and kissed her long and slow and passionately. He hummed as he broke the kiss and then left tender little kisses on her cheek and temple and forehead. "You taste like grapes," he murmured.

"You taste like salt," she said softly and captured his mouth for another kiss. She tugged on his bottom lip with her teeth and Robb groaned.

"Will I see you tonight?" he asked, a bit breathlessly.

"Yes," she whispered. "To be continued?"

"Definitely." He was about to kiss her again because he really just couldn't get enough, but then someone knocked on the door and they had no choice but to separate.

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Much time was spent making out. There was even some under the shirt stuff, but Robb never went further than that and neither did Sansa.

One night while they made out on the couch in her apartment – her sitting sideways on his lap, and his hand tangled in her hair to keep her close – Sansa pulled her mouth from his and then moaned when he used the opportunity to kiss her neck.

She slid one hand through his curls at the back of his head and tugged lightly. "Robb."

"Hmm?" he hummed and kissed his way back to her mouth.

"Why won't you make love to me?" she asked.

He froze, pulled back, and looked at her. "What?"

"Why won't you make love to me?"

"I am, sweetheart," he said as he tugged on a strand of her hair and kissed her. "This is me making love to you."

"You know what I mean."

He sighed and ducked his head.

Sansa felt worry ripple through her. "Do you not want me anymore?"

His head snapped up. "No, God, Sansa, no. I want you. Can't you feel how hard I am for you right now?"

"Then why…?"

"Because I made a promise to myself when you started coming around that I wouldn't push you into anything, that I would let you take the lead." He drew her face down to his and pressed their foreheads together. "I nearly lost you before by pushing what I wanted on you—"

"As you pointed out once before I was the one that initiated our quickie in the museum."

"Yes, but then the last time we were together I felt like I forced myself on you."

"You didn't. You were right when you said I knew what would happen if I came to see you. I wanted you, Robb. I wouldn't have gone through with it if I didn't want it."

Robb lifted his head and looked at her. "Last time we were together we were grieving. We grieved and had sex. I fell in love with you then, but all those feelings were so tangled up in grief that I couldn't separate them enough to fully realize that. It's different now. It's been different since you came home again, and all this time we've had together it's like I've fallen in love with you all over again, but differently."

She nodded in understanding. "The grief isn't ruling us." She put her hand on his chest, over his heart. "It's real."

He nodded and took her face in his hands. "I need to hear you say it, Sansa. I need to hear you say you love me."

She leaned in and kissed him sweetly. "I love you, Robb."

He shut his eyes, their breath mingling together. "I never thought I'd hear you say that again."

"I love you," she whispered. She pulled his hands from her face and then climbed off his lap. Robb reached for her, a look of desperation on his face. Sansa smiled and took his hands in hers. "Let's go to bed."