"Robb! Robb! They're all gone now!" Sansa exclaimed as she ran down the hall and into Robb's bedroom. He looked up from the book he was reading on his bed and grinned at her. Wordlessly, he held out a hand to her and she came over to him, grinning. He put his book down and Sansa climbed over him, straddling him, and bent her head just as he raised his to kiss her.

She hummed happily in the kiss and Robb grinned up at her as he held her by the waist. "What would you like to do, sweet girl?" he asked her.

She ran her hand over his chest and bit down on her lip, looking up at him through her lashes coyly. "What do you think?"

"Funny. That's just what I had in mind when Mom and Dad said they were going shopping."

Robb gently moved them so that Sansa was on her back on the bed and he crawled over her and kissed her deeply. "I love you," he whispered.

She smiled and caressed the side of his face. "I love you too, Robb."

"Where are you tonight?"

Robb looked at his wife who had just pulled him from his wandering memories. He cleared his throat and put his fork down on their dining room table. "Nowhere. Right here."

"I was trying to tell you about my first day at work and you were doing that thing again."

He looked at her, puzzled. "What thing?"

"Where you just stare off like you're lost in some kind of fantasy."

"I'm sorry. Tell me again?"

She sighed and shook her head. "Why don't you tell me about your day instead?"

"I ran into Sansa at the grocery store. Well, she was coming out of the grocery store and I was coming out of Home Depot. I saw her and we went to her house."

Talisa nodded. "That's great. Did you like her house?"

That's right. Seeing Sansa and spending any kind of time with her was not the same for others as it was for him. For Talisa it was just a brother and sister hanging out together. She had no way of knowing how difficult it had been to go to her house and see the place she shared with her fiancé. Christ, just the fact that she had a fiancé. She shared a bed with him. She shared a house with him. She was going to share her life with him.

He couldn't stop thinking about it. How Willas, or Bob the Builder he called the man in his head, was going to marry Sansa. His Sansa. But what did he expect? That he would do the stupid thing and get married and she would somehow remain single, remain his, forever? He was the one that had rushed down the aisle thinking it would somehow put a salve of some sort over the wound of losing Sansa. He'd though it would help him move on just as they'd promised each other they would do. Move on. Live a normal life. Fall in love with someone who was normal and healthy to fall in love with.

Except no woman was ever going to mean a much to Robb as Sansa did. He'd known it then and he knew it now while he carried on with this fucking farce of a marriage.

God, he was so unhappy. And he had been for so long, but what was going to make him happy wasn't something (or, someone) he could have, so he just kept pushing forward thinking he just had to muddle through it and focus on the parts he did like. It was just that after Talisa confessed she'd been having an affair with one of the teachers in her building (she was an elementary school teacher), Robb was hard-pressed to find anything he did like about his marriage and his life at present.

Not affectionate enough. That's what Talisa's big complaint had been. He was distant. He didn't show her he loved her and cared about her. It struck him as funny – and quite sad. It was apparent to him that what he felt for Talisa was never going to match what he felt for Sansa. God, he remembered not being able to keep his hands off Sansa. Every time they were alone he had to be touching her. A hug, a kiss, his arm around her – touching her had been addictive. Fucking hell he'd loved her so much he couldn't get enough of her.

Not for the first time he wondered why had they given up? Why didn't they try to find a way to be together? If it had meant settling for pieces of Sansa and having to sneak about and hide behind closed doors then so be it. That had to be better than this, this half life he was living.

Was it really fair to move away from the man Talisa had had the affair with? Sure it had been her idea, but maybe in agreeing and continuing to live this lie Robb had robbed her of a happy life with someone that could give her what she wanted when he clearly couldn't.

He was trying but it was half-hearted at best and now being in the same town as Sansa…

He wanted to kiss her to the point of distraction.

But he was married. And she was engaged. They were supposed to be living a better life. Where is it? Robb wondered. When does it begin?

Was Sansa really and truly happy with Willas?

He wanted to say no. He'd seen Sansa truly happy before. He'd seen her laugh until she was doubled over, and he'd seen her smile so hard she'd complained her face hurt. And all those times had been with him. Did Willas make her laugh like that? Did he make her smile like that?

He couldn't even think about her in bed with Willas without wanting to punch something – preferably him. Robb had been her first. He liked to think that held some kind of place for him in her heart – despite the fact that her first had been with her brother.

Talisa's fork slamming down on the table caught Robb's attention. She glared at him.

Crap. He'd done it again.

"I'm going to chalk this up to having a lot on our plates right now and not believe that you've just checked out completely," she said. "So, I'm going to go upstairs and take a hot bath. Do you mind cleaning up?"

Robb shook his head. It was the least he could do.

Before she went upstairs she came over to him and kissed him quickly. He felt nothing. Instead, he thought of Sansa and how when he'd left that afternoon he'd been pissed with her for suggesting he couldn't work a fucking grill without Willas's help. Was there nothing Willas couldn't do? He could fix everything, build anything, get Robb the parts he needed – it had irritated Robb to no end.

He watched Talisa head to the stairs absently, his mind already wandering again.

"I love you, I love you, I love you," Sansa said between kisses pressed first to each of his cheeks and then to his lips. She lay under him, naked and warm.

Robb moved so that his head was pillowed on her breasts. "Can you imagine being like this always?" he asked.

"Naked and sweaty?"

He laughed and pressed a kiss to her breast. "Well, yes, but mainly just together and happy."

She grew silent and started to run her hands through his hair. He shut his eyes, a soft smile on his lips.

"Maybe one day?" she asked, but she didn't sound convinced.

Robb decided to pretend that she was instead optimistic and maybe knew something he didn't. "One day," he repeated, taking the 'maybe' right out of it.

He glanced at the clock. They still had some time before their family returned home and he wanted to make the most of it. He slid down her body and parted her legs. She looked up at him with eyes grown hot with desire. He smiled and lowered his head.