Notes: Thank you so much for the kudos and comments!

Ghost and GreyWind are the best and I just had to put them in here.

This chapter has a healthy helping of angst... Don't hate me!

Chapter 7

"You know, I think you broke Jon's heart."

"Fuck!" Sansa jumped and turned around. "Jesus on a cracker, Stark. Are you trying to kill me?" Her heart was slamming against her chest.

Robb Stark grinned that good boy grin of his and looked absolutely unrepentant.

Sansa wanted to hit her head against the shelf behind herself. She'd managed to evade the brothers for two days only to be cornered on the library.

"It's very rude to leave a house when people are planning on making you breakfast." Robb continued, like they were friends having a normal conversation. "Jon was going to make blueberry pancakes for you. He was very disappointed."

She snorted. "I'm pretty sure that a part of him was very disappointed. And I hate blueberries."

"We'll keep that in mind for the next breakfast." Robb assured her.

"There will be no next breakfast, Stark!" She hissed at him. "I'm pretty sure you're familiar with the concept of a one-night stand."

Robb arched a brow at her and pretended to mull it over. "One-night stand? I don't remember agreeing to that."

Sansa threw him an incredulous look.

"Actually…" He took a step in her direction, a smirk appearing on his lips. "I think we should all meet and renegotiate those terms."

Sansa took a step back and felt her back hitting the shelves. "Stark…"

"Lady Sansa." He grinned at her.

"Cut this out." She warned him. "There's nothing to renegotiate."

"Oh come on." He gave her his most charming smile –and fuck, if it wasn't charming –before he put his hands on the shelves that were behind Sansa, trapping her in. She probably should feel nervous, but she didn't. One thing she'd learned about the Stark brothers was that they took "no" very seriously. If she told Robb to step back, he would.

But, even though she knew it would be smarter to tell him to step back, she didn't. Jon and Robb awakened something wild inside of her and it made her reckless. That –most than anything else –scared the shit out of Sansa, because she was never reckless.

"I think we could talk about a lot of things." Robb spoke softly, his voice coming out huskier and lower. "There are a million of subjects we could cover, things we could uncover…" He arched a brow at her.

Sansa snickered despite herself. "You're so predictable."

"I just know what I want." He brought his right hand to her face, letting his thumb trace her lower lip.

"What about Jon?" She asked breathless.

"Jon knows what he wants too." Robb's voice had dropped to an intimate volume and the only reason Sansa could hear him was because he was so close, brushing his nose gently against hers.

"But…" Robb cut her with a kiss.

She knew this was going to happen; Robb was very fond of kissing. That was another tidbit of information she'd learned that night.

Sure, both Starks were great kissers, but Jon liked to let his mouth wander, finding other spots on her to kiss. Robb seemed perfectly fine with kissing her mouth until she was begging to breathe.

He had this way about kissing: he'd cradle her face first and kiss her slowly, but once he got going, he'd sink both hands on her hair and just hold her there. It wasn't forceful or even possessive, it was just… Fucking hot. It made her feel hot and Sansa hadn't felt like in a long while.

So maybe it wasn't her fault that she was letting herself go again. It was his fault for being so fucking… Him.

Sansa put her hands on his waist, and it was like Robb had been waiting for a sign, because it was then that he started to kiss her like he was one step away from fucking her in the library.

Sansa felt her back hitting the bookshelf and gasped against Robb's mouth, but he only took advantage of it; pressing more of his body against hers, kissing her so deeply she thought he might never come up for air again.

She was losing the battle, but she had to wonder if she truly cared about it. They had worn down her resistance, no matter how thick she'd tried to make her walls.

They'd made her… Vulnerable.

And fuck if she didn't hate the feeling.

She didn't want to feel vulnerable, much less around two guys. Sansa didn't hate them: it was impossible to hate the Stark boys, but she didn't like how they made her feel.

Because if life had taught her anything, it was: things always ended badly. There were no fairy-tales, knights or princes; not everybody got a happily ever after.

And she knew that when those two decided they were done with her, she'd be broken.

Sansa was tired of being broken.

So she pushed Robb away.

He stepped back immediately – she knew he would – and blinked confused. "Sansa?" His voice was husky, his pupils blown wide.

"No. I…" She ran her hand through her hair –it was a disaster. "I can't do this."

He frowned. "What? Did I do something? Are you okay?"

Why did he have to be like this? Genuinely concerned, honestly good?

"I'm fine, Stark." She told him, not looking in his direction.

"Sansa… I'm sorry! I'm doing this wrong." He hurried to say, his voice heavy with regret. "I shouldn't have kissed you, not before saying…"

"No." Sansa cut him. "This is all a mistake."

"No, wait." He gave her some space, but took her hand. "Sansa, just let me say this…"

"No, Stark." She spoke seriously, hating how her voice wavered. "There's nothing to talk about."

She ignored as he called her back. This mess was over. She was done with both of them.

Notes: Hey! Please, don't be mad at Sansa!

She's been through a lot and she's scared shitless, but she isn't a bad person.

Next chapter we'll see how they became friends.

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