Chapter 7 – Obligatory Fall Chapter (which also contains sexually explicit scenes, just for the good old sake of it!)
Robb and Alyssa were hurrying to the castle. So far nobody had noticed their hasty departure from the hall. There was a moment of awkwardness when she turned right to go to her room, and he left to his. They both stopped and laughed.
"We'd perhaps better go to my room, no risk of interruptions," he persuaded, pulling her to him planting a kiss on her cheek.
"Agreed," she nodded, remembering Olivia and Theon on the dance floor. Noiselessly, he led her by the hand to his bedroom, and as soon as the door was bolted behind them set upon her, kissing her so hard she found it difficult to catch her breath. The room was pleasantly warm, a fire burning brightly opposite his large, fur-covered bed. She didn't take in too many of the other details, her focus was entirely on him. He, for now, was her world.
"I've missed you," he said softly, arms still around her.
"I've missed you too, thank the gods King Robert's here distracting everyone," she replied, allowing him to lead her to his bed. Robb smiled in agreement, though it was probably pretty obvious tonight that they had a… closeness between them. He gently pulled her down on top of him and closed the space between their bodies and mouths once more. He was hard again almost instantly, feeling her heart beat so close to his strongly suggested she needed him as much as he did her right now. Confidently, he sat them both up and reached for the hem of her dress, slowly sliding it up over her creamy thighs and round buttocks. He let his hands linger at her hips, and allowed them and the remainder of her dress to climb over her stomach, ribs and breasts until he could pull it over her head. She shivered slightly in her smallclothes, though not completely from the cold.
"Amazing," he murmured, pulling her back down to meet his lips. Alyssa pushed herself back up again so she was straddling him, and let her hands flutter at the base of his shirt before exploring underneath, feeling the hard muscles of his stomach. "Cold hands," he gasped, causing her smile to widen as she pushed the material up revealing his torso, with his help getting it over his head. Satisfied thus far, she returned her attention to the remainder of his clothing, scooting backwards and trailing her hands over the prominent bulge in the front of his trousers.
Robb watched her in wonder as she made light work of his belt and began easing the coarse material over his hips and thighs. She looked beautiful in the candlelight, some of her hair had come out of place and framed her face perfectly. Before he knew what was happening she had whipped them and his underwear off so he was completely naked beneath her, subject to her ministrations. Alyssa cupped his balls and gave his cock a squeeze, before removing the last of her own clothes until she too was rid of all material barriers.
Moving her body so it brushed delightfully against his, she made her way back to his lips and moaned softly as his fingers found her nipples, brushing against them lightly. Smoothly and carefully, he rolled her over so she was now beneath him, and kissed a trail of fire down her neck, over her breasts and stomach until he was face on with her core.
Olivia was enjoying herself. She was most certainly in her cups, dancing very closely to the heir of the Iron Isles and enjoying the feel of him against her. His kissing technique was something that could probably rival all the boys -and girls- in King's Landing, and she wanted more.
"What say you we make ourselves scarse?" she whispered, playfully nibbling his earlobe. Theon smiled seductively and took her hand.
"Of course, come on," he replied, taking her hand and leading her away from the other dancers out of the hall. The temperature had dropped even further outside but she didn't really feel it, and he didn't either knowing what was to come. Within minutes they were in the warm glow of torchlight in the castle itself, Theon leading her to his room with urgency. Not so that they wouldn't be seen, but that he couldn't believe his luck that this beautiful, passionate southern creature was currently - and willingly - making her way to his bedchamber.
Olivia allowed him to lead her, looking forward to the up-and-coming events with anticipation. It wasn't long before they arrived, and he was demonstrating a few of the tricks he had picked up from Ros or any other woman who had shared his bed. They were obviously working, the girl had almost bitten through her lip trying to stifle the screams and moans as she climaxed again and again, all before even having so much of a feel of his cock.
Alyssa rolled her head back and arched her back as Robb's tongue made contact with her sensitive clit, licking slowly at first and gradually building up speed, circling and sucking. He inserted a finger into her wet depths and began to move it in an out, before adding another. It wasn't long before Alyssa was moaning softly yet certainly audiably, and sensing she was close he reached up with his free hand to pinch her right nipple. All the stimulation was overwhelming, Alyssa felt herself let go as her body becamse so sensitive it was like an exquisite pain.
She was faintly aware Robb was moving up against her body again, and felt his hardness at her entrance. As he entered her, she pulled his face close again, tasting herself on his tongue. Her legs wrapped around his waist as she lifted her hips towards him, back arched in pleasure. He tried his best to hold on but it felt so good, and the way she was reacting underneath him was like nothing he had exerienced before. Not that he'd been with many girls, but none of them, and certainly the few he'd paid for hadn't put on a show this good.
Alyssa moaned and whispered words of encouragement in his ear between kisses. He wished she'd stop because he really was not going to last long as it was, but his brain wasn't the organ currently in charge. They reached orgasm together, Alyssa's nails scraping down his back as he spilled his seed inside her. Both lay there panting, not saying anything for a short while. Robb kissed her cheeks. forhead and liips, before carefully pulling out and pulling her against his chest. Alyssa wasn't repulsed by the fact they were effectively lying in his cum, she was too exhausted and happy to care.
Theon had Olivia on his dresser, her legs wrapped around his waist with his assistance bouncing on his cock. They had already made love on the bed, floor, and against the wall and frankly she was amazed with his stamina. He didn't seem to be slowing down anytime soon either much to her delight as she hit her fifth orgasm.
"Shit Theon, it feels like you're trying to kill me!" she gasped, nipping his neck and shoulder.
"Wouldn't be a bad way to go," he panted. "I need you back on the bed now,"
"Mmm, why?" she asked through half lidded eyes. He didn't reply, merely picked her up and placed her on the bed, before rolling her onto her stomach and pulling up her buttocks so he could take her from behind. In a more dominant position, he allowed himself to let go and with a yell withdrew and came over her butt cheeks. No way was he going to be producing any bastard children!
"That," he grinned, joining her on the bed and pulling her in for another kiss.
"This has been fun," she giggled after a while. "I wouldn't mind if we did this again," Theon was surprised at her direct approach, but then he had been trying to put on a particularly impressive performance.
"I think I could cope with that," he rpelied, pulling her closer.
Ned and Catelyn Stark were lying in her bed together, feeling comfortably full of food and drink from the feast. They had enjoyed themselves, it was a while since the whole of Winterfell had got involved with such a celebration. Catelyn was making it clear to Ned that she didn't want him to go south and accept the role of Hand. Ned didn't want to, but then didn't see how he could let his friend down when he needed him the most. Especially as Robert had stated Ned was the only man who he could trust. Presently, there was a knock at the door.
"It's maester Lewin, my lord," declared Jory.
"Send him in," directed Ned, and the maester enteres carrying something in his hand.
"My Lord, my Lady, I'm sorry to trouble you at this hour but there was a rider in the night. He asked me to give you this - it's from your sister,"
"Thank you," Catelyn replied, taking the sealed letter from his hand. "It's from the Eyrie, I wonder why she hasn't returned to King's Landing?" Lysa Arryn had gone to King's Landing after Jon Arryn's funeral, and rather than stay there wanted to be where her husband had breathed his last. Catelyn scanned the words in front of her and then her eyes widened. Without a word, she threw the letter into the fire.
"What is it?" asked Ned, sensing a disturbance. Catelyn sighed heavily.
"Lysa thinks Jon Arryn was murdered. By the Lannisters," she stated, voice trembling slightly.
"Can she be sure?" asked Maester Lewin, such an accusation was very dangerous to make indeed.
"She sent a rider rather than a raven, and her head could have been had for merely suggesting this. She must be sure," Catelyn replied gravely. "You need to find out, Ned. Find out what happened to Jon," she implored her husband. Ned was feeling very torn now, it wasn't just honour and duty that made him want to accept Robert's offer but also to find out what had really happened to the man who had previously been a father figure to him.
Later, Alyssa was sneaking into her room and had managed to get the door open, slowly and quietly, and her shoulders sagged in relief when she saw Olivia wasn't there. At least there would be no questions and she could get some well-deserved sleep. It was too late to have a servant draw up a bath, so she made do with the jug of cold water on the dresser and climbed into bed, snuggling into the fur and reliving in her mind all that had taken place before. She would have loved to have properly spent the night with Robb, but thought it best to return to her own room.
Just as she was drifting off, she heard the door creak open and was aware of Olivia crawling in next to her. She would have questions to answer in the morning, but for now both girls were too tired.
The morning was a busy one, the men were going off to hunt boar in the surrounding forest. Stablehands and grooms were busy preparing the horses as the girls went to get breakfast. Neither had mentioned the escapdes of the night before yet, until they were sat with bread and fish in front of them.
"Don't think I didn't notice you sneak in last night," Alyssa winked at her cousin.
"And how would you know I sneaked in if you weren't awake yourself?" Olivia retorted, raising her right eyebrow.
"That's not what I asked," Alyssa non-chalantly took a sip of her weak beer.
"Ooh defensive. All I'll tell you is I had an amazing night, that Greyjoy knows a thing or two," she winked, eyes lighting up.
"Really? He's as good as he makes out?"
"Better. Now you... what did you get up to last night?"
"I spent an enjoyable evening at the feast, followed by dancing and then got to spend some quality time with someone," sxhe shrugged, though couldn't hids the blush or smile on her face.
"So that's why you were so close to Rob Stark last night, fear I'd take your spoils?" Olivia joked good-naturedly. Alyssa flicked some of her crust at her in response.
"Well I couldn't excactly say 'hands off he's mine' could I?"
"No, no, but you could have done a lot worse, he's very good looking,"
"Yeah he is," she giggled. "And I like how he was happy to just... you know... no questions asked. Especially with him not being my first." she looked sad for a moment, Olivia understanding why.
"He must be special as well then," she said kindly, putting her hand on Alyssa's.
A good while after breakfast, the men were well underway with their hunt and Alyssa and Olivia had joined Ansa, Arya and Jeyne Poole for embroidery. Sansa was mainly gushing about Prince Joffrey, how handsome she thought he was and how much she was looking forward to marrying him and being his queen. Arya looked bored, and kept rolling her eyes. Sewing and romantic conversation weren't her favourite past time activities individually, let alone together.
Their afternoon was suddenly interrupted with a commotion in the courtyard, some of the remaining men at Winterfell were carrying something hurriedly into the castle.
"Excuse me, I'll go and find out what this is about," tutted Septa Mordane. "Girls, get on with your sewing and I'll have a look when I get back," They all looked at each other, and as soon as the Septa had gone all crowded to take a look. Someone was definitely being carried - someone small and famliar... it was Bran.
"Bran!" screamed Arya, seeing her mother already rushing to her boy's side as they carried him in. "What's happening? Is he dead? I can't stay here and sew!" and took off before anyone could stop her. Sansa remained where she was looking shocked. Alyssa instinctively put her arms around the younger girl, whispering words of comfort as tears rolled down her cheeks.
A rider had been sent to find Lord Stark and inform him. It was very confusing, although Bran was breathing nobody knew if he'd wake up, that night or ever. Alyssa and Olivia didn't know what to do with themselves, torn between seeing what they could do to help and giving the Stark family some time to come to terms with what had happened. They settled on going to the Godswood to pray, even though Olivia followed the ways of the seven. At least they were out of the way.
A/N thanks for reading and reviewing. I'd welcome any feedback on the more explicit scenes because if I'm so out of practice they're terrible then I'll leave them out of future chapters and just focus on the story :)
