Robb stopped in the hallway before he and Sansa reached his bedroom and she turned to look at him, her brows furrowed. "What's wrong?" she asked.

"I just…what do you see happening if we do this?" he asked.

"I see us being together," she replied as though she didn't quite understand where he was going with the question.

He breathed out a long sigh. "What does that mean exactly though? For me it means that we figure out how we'll be together – really be together, not just sex. I know that means we have to figure out how being together would work but I…I love you so much and I don't want to be without you again."

"I don't want to be without you either, Robb," she told him as she grasped his other hand in hers and looked up at him. "It's too hard. I spent so much time just trying to get over you and I failed miserably at it."

"Me too," Robb breathed and pulled her closer to him. "I know it won't be easy. I know we'd have to be careful…" He frowned. "There are things we'd have to decide like…do you want kids?"

Sansa blinked. "What?"

"Just – if we're going to do this – be together, I mean – then what about kids? Because I'm not sure that you and I could or even should do that…"

"You're really killing the mood."

He laughed softly. "I'm sorry. It's just I want to do this right. We jumped into something we didn't understand before…something that was too big for us to understand and I don't want to make the same mistake again. We never talked about what was happening before and I don't want to do that again. I want all our cards laid out on the table."

She kissed him softly and then said, "Then let's talk."

Sansa still went into his bedroom and climbed up on the bed, sitting cross-legged on what used to be her side of the bed. Robb climbed onto it after her and sat cross-legged facing her. For the next few hours they talked about what being together meant, how they would handle family, and the possibility or impossibility of kids. They also discussed living together again, and Sansa told Robb that when the time was right she would live with him again.

"Here's one for you," she said and picked at a thread on his comforter.

"Yeah?"

"What do you think about leaving Winterfell?"

He cocked his head to the side. "You want to leave here?"

She nodded. "I really do. It's not that I'm avoiding…it's just that sometimes I find it hard to heal when so much of this place just smacks me in the face." She laughed a little. "Hey, that rhymed. But seriously, I just think it would be easier to be together in a place where no one knows us. It was like when we went to IKEA, ya know? There was a certain level of freedom there."

"I would have to find a new job," he said thoughtfully.

"And I'd have to find a place where I could go to school. But it's not like it's something we have to do right away," she said. "We can take some time to think about it."

"It would make the most sense though, wouldn't it? The having to hide would be less."

"Is it something you want to do though?" she asked.

"The first time we talked about it I was open to the idea, and then you left and I thought – I have to stay here for Sansa. This is our home. It never really occurred to me that I could go somewhere else. Aunt Lysa and Uncle Edmure came to visit us here, this was our hometown growing up – I guess I felt like I couldn't leave. And then I wasn't sure I wanted to because of those same reasons. However, I get what you mean about being smacked in the face with memories. It's not very easy, is it?"

Sansa shook her head. "It's really not."

"We would have to make plans. Such as where you want to go to school and when do you want to start in that new school?"

And so the conversation of their future continued until they both started yawning.

"Stay the night?" Robb asked after the fifth time Sansa yawned in a twenty minute span.

She nodded and rubbed her eyes. "Thank God it's the weekend, huh? Can I borrow a shirt?"

"You could sleep naked if you wanted."

She shot him a look and he grinned. She climbed off the bed and went to his drawer and pulled out a t-shirt. She then went to the bathroom and Robb changed while she was in there. Then she came out and he went in. Finally, they met in his bed and Sansa wasted no time in snuggling up to him. "I've missed this bed," she murmured.

"Just the bed?" he teased.

She smiled. "Obviously not."

"I know," he whispered and kissed her softly and slowly. "I love you, Sansa."

"I love you, Robb," she whispered back.

"I have a confession to make," he told her as he rubbed her back slowly.

"What's that?"

"I knew Aegon proposed to you."

She blinked. "What?"

"He came to see me after he'd proposed. He wanted to know what he could do to help you. He knew you were unhappy and he also knew that there was a rift between us. He wanted to see what he could do to mend it."

"Why didn't you tell me any of this?"

"Because I figured if you wanted me to know you would tell me. I wanted to give you the space and time you needed to work things out. After he came to see me was when we started taking our walks together. Everything was so precarious then I didn't want to do anything to ruin it. I was afraid if I did, then you wouldn't come around anymore and whatever healing we were doing, would be ruined."

Sansa sighed and burrowed into him. "I'm sorry I made things so difficult."

Robb kissed the top of her head. "None of this was easy, Sansa." She looked up at him and he caressed the side of her face. "We're not exactly conventional."

"No, we're not. Do you think we'll make it?"

"Yes," he murmured and pushed her onto her back. "We have to. There isn't another option for me. I only want you and us…" He kissed her slowly, gently.

"Robb," she breathed, breaking the kiss. "Make love to me."

Robb pushed the shirt she wore up and off her and then pulled her panties down. Starting at her mouth, he made a path along her jaw, down her neck, and to her breasts. He made a feast of her, kissing and touching every part of her. Where before they had been ready to sleep, a second wind descended upon both of them now.

Sansa moaned and whimpered under him, arching into him, straining towards him. After he discarded his boxers, he hovered over her, bracing himself up on his arms as he gazed down at her.

Their eyes met and held as he pushed his way inside her. "I love you," he gasped. "God, I love you so much."

Sansa put her hands on his shoulders first and then slid them down to his hips. She guided him into her again and again and he kissed her passionately, almost fiercely.

All too soon Robb was ready to come, but he wouldn't let go without her. He placed his thumb at her clit and stroked her until she came apart in his arms, crying out his name and clinging to him as though he was her lifeline. Robb let go then, coming hard inside her. He fell against her and held himself there while Sansa dug her fingers in the curls at the nape of his neck and murmured to him how she loved and would love him always.

Fearing he would crush her, Robb finally moved to the side and dragged her with him into his arms where she stayed until morning.