Sansa spent the rest of the day in a daze. After she and Robb had made love again – and he'd made her cum for a third time – he'd gone off to work and Sansa had gone to shower for a second time. Then she'd spent some time in the living room staring at the couch and wondering if the living room smelled like sex.

Then she'd gone to work feeling as though she was outside herself. Robb had kissed her on his way out the door, tie not yet tied, the top button of his shirt undone and his pants a little rumpled, and said: "Don't overthink it, Sansa."

Did he forget who he was dealing with? How could she not overthink this? And how could he not? He was the one that was married!

And then the guilt set in. She'd cheated on Willas. Sweet and kind Willas who put up with her being emotionally distant (because of Robb) and a probably not very affectionate (because of Robb). He'd been so patient with her when it came to her not setting a wedding date yet. He'd been patient with her in everything. And this was how she repaid him?

And what of Talisa? Okay, well, she had cheated on Robb because he was apparently emotionally distant (because of Sansa) and not very affectionate (because of Sansa). But, regardless of whether or not she had cheated on Robb, she didn't deserve this.

So, basically, she and Robb had gone their separate ways in order to pursue normal lives and normal relationships so as not to hurt their family and themselves and in the span of what – a week? Two? – they'd gone and ruined everything they'd set out to do and shit on their respective relationships.

This was a mess. And it wouldn't work. Nor should it!

Either Robb had to take Talisa and go again or he just needed to stay away from Sansa. They'd gone from zero to sixty in no time flat. Sansa wasn't all that surprised either that it had happened that fast. After five years of being apart and then to finally come together (no pun intended)? That was a long time to be apart from the one you loved. It was a long time to pretend that the thing you knew was good for you was really just a place filler because you knew that no matter what the thing you actually wanted could never and would never be yours.

That kiss in the kitchen had been the last drop in the sink. If Robb had been anything like her, and she was imagining he was, he had been thinking of her all week the same as she'd been thinking of him. Even if they weren't actively in each other's presence it still felt that in a way, they were. Because they were close now. So close. It would have been so easy to just call him and say "I want to see you."

She'd known from the first touch of his lips against her that it was inevitable. She'd just pretended that sex wasn't going to happen. That they wouldn't go after each other like starving animals.

It had just felt so good to feel again…

Her phone went off while she was in the middle of looking at area rugs for a client and she pulled out her phone. It was Robb.

Remember what I said.

She frowned and typed back: How can I not overthink it? How can you not?

His response came back in no time: Because it's been too long, San.

She frowned. Somehow I don't think your wife, my fiancé, and Mom would see it that way.

He came back with: We'll talk about this later.

She wrote back: Not alone.

She could almost hear him laughing when he typed back: Chicken.

Pretty much. She wasn't stupid. She knew what would happen if she was alone with Robb. Especially an amorous Robb. One touch from him and she'd give right in because…

No.

She wouldn't think it. Wouldn't say it. Then it would be like it wasn't real and it wasn't happening. It would be like she didn't feel that way anymore.

xxxxxxx

Later that evening while Robb was on the couch not watching TV and thinking about that morning Sansa, Talisa came home and walked by him, ruffling her fingers through his curls. "How was your day?" she asked as she bent down and kissed his cheek.

Robb had to mentally remind himself not to move away from her touch. His mind went back to that morning when he'd been eating Sansa out and she'd dug her hands in his curls and pulled when she'd cum. Just like the old days.

"It was good, how was yours?" he asked as he looked up at her.

Guilt slammed into him like a fist.

Shit. He was married to this woman and he'd fucked Sansa that morning. And he'd been wondering how he could make it happen again.

He ran a hand down his face.

"It was all right," she said with a shrug. "Did you start dinner?"

Shit. He'd forgotten to take the chicken out of the freezer that morning. "Uh, I was thinking that we could go out to eat instead. You said you wanted to try that Thai place…"

Robb hated Thai. And somehow, Talisa constantly forgot that.

So, this was what guilt did to you. Made you choke down curry chicken.

She beamed at him. "Oh, Robb, you remembered!"

He forced himself to smile. "Of course."

She came around the couch, sat down next to him, and then snuggled into him. "I'm so proud of you, Robb. I know I've been hard on you, but you're trying, you really are. I know you are."

He thought of Sansa's red hair splayed across the pillows of her couch as he'd pounded inside of her that morning. Her pussy had clenched him so tight he'd seen stars when he'd come. Her skin had been flushed and sweaty and the last thing Robb had wanted to do was leave her.

"You love me too, right?" Talisa said, breaking him out of his thoughts. She was looking at him nervously and judging by what he'd actually heard he had already missed an important cue.

I'm going to hell, he thought.

He smiled again. "Yes, of course."

"Say it," she said. "Please?"

He saw Sansa in his mind's eye as she'd looked that morning. So beautiful and perfect and his for at least one blessed hour. "I love you," he said.

Talisa leaned in and he knew she was going to kiss him. He kissed her back, thinking of the taste of mint on Sansa's lips when he'd kissed her after she'd opened the door.

Talisa pulled back and looked up at him with such love in her eyes it made Robb's gut clench. He was the worst sort of person because as guilty as he felt for making love to Sansa that morning and thinking about her while with his wife, he knew he was going to do it again. "What do you think we have sex tonight?" she asked.

His stomach dropped. Have sex with Talisa? That didn't feel right. It felt like…fucking hell, it felt like cheating on Sansa.

I am so fucked, he thought.

"Yes," he managed to say and felt another stab of guilt when she looked so happy. I'm sorry, he thought, but he didn't know who exactly he was apologizing to.