As much as Robb loved his mother, and cherished the fact that for right now she was healthy, he also really wanted her to hurry up and drink her tea so that he and Sansa could be alone.
But, then, Willas came home and that put an end to all his hopes and dreams for the afternoon. He hugged her on his way out the door with Catelyn following behind him. "I'll call you tomorrow," he told her.
"Okay!" she said in that fake bright voice she used when she was unhappy by something, but trying to act as if everything was just fine. Robb just hoped it was because she was just as disappointed that their time together had been cut short as he was.
He went home and suffered through dinner with Talisa, pretending as always to put effort into their relationship when really he was just going through the motions. He had to divorce her, that much he knew. It was just...God. What a grade-A fucking asshole he was. She has an affair because of his inability to be a husband that showed her any kind of affection, and then he makes her move across country with him so he could be with his family...
She was going to hate him. She was going to be so incredibly hurt.
His father hadn't raised him to be that guy, to be that asshole that crushed his wife and ended a marriage. However, his father had also not raised him to fall in love with his sister, but that had still happened. It bothered him, thinking he was "that guy". He was a Stark and he'd been raised to be a good man. Right now, he didn't feel like a good man. He'd cheated on Talisa with Sansa more than once now and he was about to do it again as soon as he and Sansa could make the time.
Not to mention, he was willfully trying to break Sansa up with Willas. Yet, he knew Sansa was not in love with Willas, not the way she wanted to be. Not the way she loved him. So, there was that at least.
In the grand scheme of things was he being a selfish prick, or was he helping to set two people free to find others who could love them the way they deserved to be loved. Talisa deserved to have a husband love her the the way he loved Sansa. And Willas deserved to have a wife love him the way Sansa loved Robb. To be married to them and not be able to give them what they needed and wanted...wasn't that the bigger injustice?
This is what he tried to rationalize to himself in his mind while he struggled with the guilt. He couldn't even think about the fact that it was his sister that this was happening with. That the one woman in all the world he could not live without was the one woman he should never ever have looked at twice.
And now he was thinking yet again of how to make this all work. That had been the thing to end he and Sansa to begin with. The fact that there were no options for them. Come clean? Jesus, what would the family say? Or do? Catelyn would have another heart attack. Did he stay married to Talisa, and did Sansa get married to Willas and they had an affair? God, no. That would kill him, and judging by how tightly wound Sansa had been lately, she wouldn't survive it either. So then, he divorced Talisa, she broke off the engagement to Willas and they remained single...? That could work. But for how long until Catelyn was bringing women around for him and men around for Sansa? And wouldn't they eventually get caught? Didn't everyone in the history of having affairs eventually get fucking caught?
He couldn't think about this now. He'd drive himself nuts. He was already there from just being away from Sansa for as long as he had been. If he started going down the path of how they could make this work, he'd have a whole other set of worries to contend with. All that could be left for now. All he wanted to focus on now was Sansa. Being with her. Holding her. Making love to her. The rest could wait.
Already though, there was that creeping fear that she would take it all back and that she had given into him in a moment of passion and not because she really wanted to see this through.
When he begged off going to bed with Talisa, claiming he had some papers to grade, he holed himself up in his study and sent Sansa a text: Hey.
Just when he thought she'd already gone to bed or was avoiding him again, his phone dinged: Hey.
He typed furiously: Please tell me you don't regret what happened this afternoon. Please tell me we can talk about this, work it out.
What he got back from her he didn't expect.
I miss you so much, Robb. I feel like I'm dying without you. I don't know if what we're doing is the right thing. I don't know what the right thing is anymore. I just know that I can't stand this emptiness inside me anymore.
He was going to cry. Christ, he couldn't believe it. I miss you too, Sansa. More than you could ever know. I am dying without you…I've been in agony. When can I see you? Please say tomorrow.
He wracked his brain, thinking of when he had free time tomorrow in between classes. Shit, he'd cancel some if he had to –
Are you free around 2? I'll be home then. Willas won't be home until late tomorrow.
He breathed a sigh of relief. I'll see you at 2.
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The wait was torturous. Robb couldn't stop looking at the clock. His classes dragged. He couldn't focus. A watched pot never boiled, and a watched clock never moved, yet he couldn't stop himself. When he thought a half an hour had surely passed, it was only ten minutes. He was ready to throw his arms up and say "Fuck it, I'm done, I've gotta go."
When it was finally time to go, Robb practically ran out of his class. Then, of course, he was stopped by students which took up even more time and it wasn't as though he could blow them off. Even if he desperately wanted to. When he was finally on his way to truck, he was waylaid by a co-worker.
It was almost 2:30 by the time he got in his truck. He tried calling Sansa, but there was no answer. He texted her quickly using voice to text, but his message came out jumbled.
He hit every red light.
He cursed a blue streak in his car, hollering at cars, and honking his horn.
When he got to her house, he hurried out and to the door and when he burst inside, not even bothering to knock, she was there, in the kitchen, looking startled and drying her hands on a dish towel.
"I got your message," she said. "What does 'I am Fenway' mean?"
"It meant I was on my way," he said as he stalked over to her and her into his arms. He kissed her so hard, she bent back over his arm. Her hands went to his face and she cradled it, laughing nervously.
"Are you hungry?" she asked.
"Mmm-hmm," Robb hummed in agreement as he nuzzled at her neck. He lifted his head and grinned at her. She smiled and twined her arms around his neck. "Can I guess for what?" she asked playfully.
Without a word of warning, he lifted her up, spun her around, and placed her on the kitchen table. He leaned in, pressing his forehead against hers. He shut his eyes and just breathed her in.
"I love you, Sansa," he said.
"I love you too, Robb."
"I don't want to think about what's next. I don't want to think about what we're going to do. We'll figure it out, okay? I just want to be with you."
She nodded. "Agreed." She kissed him, and Robb lost himself in her kiss. He moaned when he felt her hands at his belt buckle. He kept on kissing her while she undid it.
"Come with me," he said and scooped her up in his arms before she could undo his pants.
He carried her into the living room and set her down on her feet. He went to the couch and took off the afghan draped over it and spread it on the floor. He then got down on his knees atop the afghan and looked up at her. "Join me, sweet girl?"
She nodded, but before she did, she lifted her summer dress up and off. Clad now only in panties and a bra, she stepped toward Robb who pressed his face into her belly and peppered it with kisses.
"So beautiful," he whispered. "You're so fucking beautiful, Sansa."
"Robb, I want to see you," she whispered. "Please…"
He got to his feet and toed off his dress shoes, his socks, and then took off his belt and shucked off his pants and boxers. When he started to unbutton his dress shirt, Sansa went to her knees before him and took his already hard cock in her mouth.
Robb's hands stilled over the buttons of his dress shirt. "Oh, fuck Sansa…" His hands went to her hair and he threaded his fingers through the thick silky mass.
She'd gotten better at giving head, and Robb didn't want to think about how. When she cupped his balls in her hands, he thought he was going to cum right then and there. He didn't want that, so he pushed her gently away, groaning when she swiped at her now pink swollen lips.
"I want inside you," he told her. "I don't want to cum in your mouth." He smirked. "Not this time anyway."
She smiled and tugged on the hem of his shirt. He finished undoing it and let it fly somewhere near her dress. Meanwhile, she rid herself of her bra and panties and lay back on the afghan. When she opened her arms to him, he practically dove on top of her. Her legs lifted and went to cradle his hips while he positioned himself at her opening. He reached down in between them and used the tip of his cock to simultaneously tease her and check her readiness.
She was so fucking wet already.
"I've been wet all day," she admitted shyly. "I think since last night actually."
Robb groaned. "I'm going to have to quit my job at this point. It's really hindering my ability to get here and make love to you."
She giggled softly and rubbed herself against him. Her nipples were hard and he grunted at the feel of them rubbing against his chest.
"Make love to me, Robb," she murmured in his ear just before taking the lobe in her teeth and tugging lightly.
Robb pushed against her hole slowly. The last time they'd made love it had been fast. Desperate. This time, he wanted to savor her. "How long do we have?" he asked.
"A few hours."
He smiled and stilled inside her. "Good." And then he snapped his hips forward, burying himself to the hilt.
Sansa cried out, and Robb moaned. "God, Sansa, you're so tight and wet and hot…"
"Fuck me, Robb," she panted.
He did. But slowly. He wanted to reacquaint himself with her body, and he did. He slid his hands over every part of her skin that he could reach. He kissed her, caressed her, and stroked her. There wasn't a moment when his hands weren't on her. And Sansa took his lead, running her fingers through his chest hair, scraping her nails lightly across his nipples and abs. His stomach clenched and he groaned as his cock jumped inside her. She smiled like the minx she was until he pulled out of her and put his mouth on her cunt.
He ate her until she climaxed and then he plunged back inside her, his dick even wetter now from her juices.
When she put her hands on his ass and pushed him into her, he knew that meant "Fuck me hard now." So he did. Short strokes, then long, then short, and then she came, her walls pulsing around his cock and milking his seed from him.
Coming inside her, Robb only knew ecstasy and peace. Utter euphoria. After, he lay against her, spent and still somehow wanting more even though his body was nowhere near ready. When he made to move off her, she held him fast and tight, and so he stayed.
They lay there together, their bodies slick with sweat and humming with pleasure, just holding each other, and basking in being together at long last again.