Notes: Hey, everyone.

I suspect many of you had given up on me at this point (and I'm not judging if you did, because it's been two freaking years!).

I swear I didn't give up on this work. I lost my muse over here, hard. My plan for this story was never to get this heavy. It was supposed to be a smutty piece of fluff. I guess I can't blame no one but myself -I mean, I do write this -but it got me really down.

Am I happy about this chapter? Not at all, to be honest.

I had to re-do the beginning many times just to feel I was somewhat satisfied with it. I didn't re-read it, because I was worried I'd completely give up if I did.

I feel especially let down by it, because this was supposed to be the great smut of it all, but it just… Didn't happen. I've been stuck on the smut so long that I almost gave up on it all.

I'm sorry if you get disappointed by this one. Trust me, no one is more disappointed than myself.

Anyway. I just wanted to say thank you for all the love and support all this time.

XxX

Chapter 14

Harry was marrying Myranda.

And they sent her a wedding invitation with the sweet note of "Let bygones be bygones".

The fucking nerve!

She was pretty sure they didn't give a damn about reconciling. She even doubted Harry had anything to do with this. She wasn't defending him, but this sounded more like Myranda wanting to gloat. As if marrying Harry was a sign that she'd won somehow.

And Sansa didn't want to be upset over it. She really didn't. She didn't care about Harry or Myranda anymore, but it still hurt. Probably because of the pettiness of it, the clear need to upset her… She'd once thought that Myranda was her friend and that she loved Harry.

This seemed needlessly cruel.

She'd thrown the invitation in the trash, and wanted to stay at home and hide. She didn't want to see anyone, just in case one of them could look at her and just… Know. As if they would know she was feeling wretched and miserable, and maybe a bit sorry for herself.

They were supposed to go to this party tonight, and Sansa didn't want to anymore, but everyone had insisted a lot -especially Alys and Jeyne. She'd given up on parties a long time ago, so it shouldn't be difficult to give up on one more.

But then again… Why should she stay home and be miserable just because of those two? Why should she let them affect her like this?

Fuck it, it was just one night and maybe it'd help her forget about the invitation.

What could possibly go wrong?

One of the fraternities had this 'traditional' party -could an event that had been happening for only five years be called traditional? -and its theme was the 1990's. They played songs from the time and everybody tried to dress accordingly.

Before receiving the wedding invitation, Sansa had actually been interested in going to the party and had found clothes for it. She was a big fan of "Clueless", so she'd taken the opportunity to dress like Cher, which she could admit was really fun. She'd always been self-conscious about wearing red -her mother had repeatedly told her that redheads shouldn't ever wear red -but she couldn't resist when she found a dress that was almost identical to one Cher wore to the Valley party.

The coat had been a bit harder to find, but this was one pretty similar.

"Lady Sansa!" Robb had grinned as soon as he saw her. "You look amazing."

She smirked as she eyed him and Jon. "You two look like Backstreet Boys." She told Robb.

"Hey! We're clearly from N Sync." He protested.

"Then why don't you have frosted tips?"

"Jon refused." He whispered to her.

Sansa laughed and looked again at Jon, who was wearing all black -as usual -but she could see the 1990's vibes on his clothes. And he was wearing a bandana, which struck her as amazingly funny. And kind of cute.

What was wrong with her?

Robb was wearing jeans overalls, and it seemed so strange that Sansa had to comment. "I've never imagined you as the type to own overalls."

"They have this party every year. It seemed like a good investment."

Sansa snorted. Alys and Jeyne then dragged her to where the drinks were and passed her a cup. She wanted to have fun, she deserved to.

Not just because of Myranda and Harry, but also everything else.

She deserved good things, she deserved good friends. She wanted more than what she'd allowed herself so far.

And that was partially the Starks' fault. After she went to the party at their house and met the whole family, she felt a deep longing for that. Sansa also wanted to be part of a family that loved and supported each other. She wanted a mother that was kind and a father that was there.

Perhaps she'd become greedy somewhere down the line, because now she wanted so much, much more than she'd wanted before. She wanted family and friends and she wanted…

Robb and Jon. And things with them were… It was complicated. There was a part of her that wanted them. Both of them.

She couldn't choose between Jon and Robb if her life depended on it. That also scared the shit out of her.

She didn't know if she should pull back, if it'd be safer to just remove herself from their lives. She was quite sure they wouldn't let her, though.

Considering Harry now -because he wouldn't be getting out of her head any time soon- it just made her even more scared. Harry had hurt her, but Jon and Robb had the power to destroy her, and they didn't even know it.

Therefore, that night she'd have fun. She'd dance with her friends, laugh, talk to everybody and just forget this.

Forget them.

Of course, it was impossible.

They hadn't been there for two hours before Sansa realised she couldn't just stop thinking about Robb and Jon. They were just… There.

There wasn't ever a moment she didn't have one of them by her side. Jon and Robb were close to her the whole night, talking, making her laugh, getting her drinks.

Robb danced a song with her and Jon refused to -she didn't really think he was the kind to dance -but he stuck around so nobody would bother her.

She was a bit buzzed, and Robb got her water and Jon suggested she stopped drinking. Some part of her wished she'd kept on drinking, because then she could blame the rest of the night on it. But she didn't drink anymore. She was happily buzzed, but she could never claim she was drunk enough to forget herself.

Sansa did what she did because she wanted to. Because she was happy and they were there making her feel like she mattered, like she was precious to them.

She'd dragged both Robb and Jon to the middle of the 'dance floor' and then pulled them as close as she could.

During the first song she was flirting with them, laughing and -yes -teasing more than she'd ever done before. By the time the second song finished, both Jon and Robb were touching her.

The place was packed and hot, but Sansa barely noticed. How could she when she had their hands on her body?

She'd fought against it as much as she could. She was giving in now.

Maybe she should feel ashamed of the way she was behaving, but she didn't have in herself to care. Not that night.

At some point, it wasn't friendly anymore. The touches gained purpose, the teasing wasn't innocent anymore and she knew they were in dangerous territory.

So she let them crowd her between them, and moved her body against theirs. Jon wasn't dancing, but he was pressing against her back and she could feel his hard on against her ass. His hands were firmly on her hip -not trapping her, just grounding her. When she pressed her ass against him, his hands squeezed her, as he pushed his cock against her.

Robb was moving a bit more, but still not exactly dancing. He was pushing his body on hers, making her even more trapped between the Stark Boys.

It was thrilling.

She'd never felt more daring, more beautiful or freer in her life.

It was an intoxicating feeling.

Robb put his hands on her waist and rubbed his nose against hers. "Lady Sansa."

Her eyes rose up to meet his, even though her eyelids felt heavy. "This is madness." She murmured, her hands splayed on his chest. She wasn't about to push him, she just wanted to feel the crazy beating of his heart.

"It's possible." He conceded. "But we still want this. Want you."

Jon picked one of her hands from Robb's chest and dropped a kiss to her palm, then he put it around his neck. Her fingers sunk into his hair on their own.

"If you say 'no' we'll respect it, Sansa. I promise you." Robb's eyes were intent on hers, urging her to see how earnest he was. "You can tell us to stop at any time, and we will. But we really want you."

"Now?" She asked, breathless.

"Now." Jon all but growled against her ear. "All the time, always."

"Let us show you." Robb murmured against her lips. "Let us make you feel like the queen you are, Sansa."

"This is madness." She repeated, but her hands were grabbing at them.

"Then let's be mad together." Robb urged, before kissing her.

And she let him, because they'd been dancing around this for too long. She wanted them both, despite how crazy it was, despite the fact that this was a one-night-stand she was likely to regret.

Robb kissed her exactly like she thought he would: all gentle and charming. He conquered her mouth piece by piece, no rush on him. He was painfully patient, like he could do this all night long.

When he broke the kiss, Jon was already there, tilting Sansa's head so he could have his turn. His kiss was deeper, more intense than Robb's, and she almost drowned in it. If she had any doubts about where this was going, Jon's kiss would have cleared her of those.

At some point, Robb's mouth was back on hers, and then Jon's… She wasn't sure whose hand was touching her where and which one of them she was kissing.

"Sansa." Jon asked, his voice right by her ear. "Do you want to…"

"Let's go." She said before he could even finish the question.

They grabbed her hands and started pulling her away from the crowd. They didn't stop to say 'bye' to any of their friends, they'd barely remembered their coats and soon they were outside.

They weren't running, but they were walking quite fast. Sansa was in the middle of them, holding their hands. She was feeling flushed, and she couldn't tell if it was because of the wind, the drink or something else.

They didn't talk or stop until they were inside the boy's apartment. Jon and Robb turned to Sansa and Robb took a deep breath in.

"Sansa, if you want to stop or slow down…"

She took a step forward and pressed her lips to his. "No stopping or slowing down."

She vaguely heard Jon telling the dogs to 'stay', but she didn't want to think about anything but this moment. She didn't want to remember that anything but them existed.

Between Jon and Robb, her clothes didn't stand a chance. By the time Jon picked her up, Sansa was down to only her panties.

Jon carried her to the bedroom, with Robb right behind them.

Jon laid her down on the bed and kissed her, while Robb started undressing. Sansa caught him from the corner of her eye and laughed against Jon's mouth.

"What?" Robb demanded.

"There's no dignified way to get out of overalls." She teased him.

"I'll show you 'dignified'." He promised as he finally got rid of his clothes. "Jon, she's too cheeky. What should we do?"

Jon smirked at Robb. "I know what I want to do."

"What?" Sansa asked carefully.

"Go ahead. I'll keep her company." Robb said, laying down next to Sansa.

"What are you two planning?" Sansa demanded.

"Sh, darling." Robb grinned at her. "Let Jon work."

Jon started making his way down her body with his lips. He kissed the valley between her breasts, her stomach, then gave her bellybutton a teasing lick. Sansa giggled at that and Robb drank it from her mouth.

Robb cradled her face as he continued kissing her, while Jon carried on with what he was doing. He kissed the skin right above her panties, then his lips left her. Sansa couldn't protest, because Robb wouldn't stop kissing her. However, it became clear that Jon had only stopped kissing her, so he could get rid of her panties.

She felt him pulling them down her legs. Once they were gone she felt his lips on her left knee, then her inner thigh.

His bread scratched the delicate skin and she once again giggled, making Robb pull back, a grin on his lips.

"I think she liked that, Jon. Do it again."

This time Jon brushed his bearded chin against her inner thigh on purpose, which made Sansa giggle again.

"That's way too cute." Jon told her. "But it's not the reaction I was going for."

"What reaction were you going for?" Sansa teased.

Jon's next kiss was higher in her thigh, closer to his real target. "What do you think?"

"Wait." She asked, and they both froze immediately. "Are you going to… You don't have to."

Jon and Robb traded looks, and Jon pulled back a bit, sitting on his heels between her legs, while Sansa was there -extremely exposed.

"Sansa, I want to do this." He told her honestly. "If you don't want me to, it's okay. You can just say so."

"I've never…" She sighed. "I've never done this before."

Jon and Robb traded looks again, and she had the feeling they were having this whole mental discussion.

"Well…" Robb started before she could question them. "I'll tell you a secret." He came closer, so he could stage-whisper to her. "Jon has been dreaming about eating you out for a while now."

"Robb!" Jon protested.

"It's the truth." Robb said matter-of-factly. "And if you don't want him to do it, it's fine."

Sansa looked at Jon. "You really want to do this?"

Jon caressed her legs. "Only if you want to."

Sansa took a deep breath in. "Yeah, sure." Like, why would she say no to that?

Jon gave her a silly grin, before going back to his previous position. He kissed her inner thigh again, gave it a gentle nibble, then moved up and up until…

"Oh my god!" Sansa gasped.

Robb, still by her side, just chuckled. "Just 'Jon' is okay, darling."

She'd have scolded him if she could talk, so she grabbed his hair instead and brought his mouth to hers.

She'd never felt anything like she was feeling just then, between Jon's and Robb's mouths and hands and touches… She was feeling like she was flying and sinking at the same time. Her whole body was trembling with the need for release, and when it came…

When her orgasm hit her, Sansa felt as if she was breaking apart and being put back together.

"One more, Jon." Robb called.

"I can't!" Sansa whined.

"I'm sure you can." Jon murmured, before getting his mouth back to work.

This time, when he was done with her, Sansa was boneless and spent.

Robb dropped a kiss to her forehead. "Do you need a minute, love?"

She shook her head. "I need you two." She confessed in a whisper.

Robb smiled at her. "We need you too."

Jon -who Sansa hadn't even seen getting out of the bed- laid down on her other side and gave a condom to Robb.

"I thought you wanted to…"

"You two are not going to play rock, paper, scissors to decide this part, are you?" Sansa asked.

"Look at her being cheeky." Robb laughed.

"Better keep her busy then." Jon offered.

Jon kissed and caressed her while Robb put the condom on. Once Robb settled between her legs, Jon pulled back a bit, but Sansa held his hand. "Don't go far." She asked Jon.

"I wouldn't dream of it." He promised, kissing the back of her hand.

Robb cupped her cheek. "Are you okay? We can stop." He assured her again.

"I told you I didn't want to stop." She put her other hand -the one that wasn't holding Jon's -over his. "I want you."

And, as they wanted her, the night didn't stop there.