Robb and Sansa were dressed – just in case someone stopped by – and sitting on the couch in her living room. Sansa was snuggled up against Robb's side her head on his shoulder and her hand on his chest. Robb had his arm around her and was resting his cheek against the top of her head. Every once in a while he'd bend his head and kiss the top of hers.
"I never should have left," Robb murmured after a long while. "I should have stayed and just figured it out."
"We still don't have it figured out," Sansa pointed out.
"But we'll get there."
"You sound so sure."
"It's like Pandora's Box, ya know? All that shit flies out, but so does hope. I need to hold onto that."
She didn't point out that the shit could get really bad to the point that there where hope wouldn't even be enough to sustain them, but she didn't want to ruin the moment.
"Stop thinking," Robb said and squeezed her into him.
"I can't help it," she murmured. She tilted her head back to look up at him. "Robb, can you tell me what happened while you were away?"
He frowned. "What's to tell? I left, I tried to move on, and it didn't work."
"You married her though. There had to be something about Talisa you liked. Did you love her maybe a little bit?"
He sighed. "In the beginning I think I convinced myself that I did." He scrubbed a hand down his face. "I found her pretty and smart and witty. We got on well, and I did have fun with her when we spent time together."
"And the…the sex?"
Robb sat up, causing Sansa to have to sit up as well. "Sansa."
"I just want to know. I want to understand. We didn't speak during that time so I just want to get a clearer picture of your life."
He rubbed his forehead. "The sex was. . . it was fine. It wasn't…it wasn't like it is with you."
"Robb, if the sex was phenomenal with her you can say it. It's okay. I don't like it – I mean, I hate it – but you are married to her."
"It was…different. There were times when it was phenomenal, but it wasn't all the time. There was always that element of something missing." He looked at her. She stared back. "You, Sansa, you were missing."
She laughed. "Yeah, I worked that out, thanks."
"I don't want to know about the sex with you and Willas, okay? It's hard enough for me not to punch him in the throat every time I see him."
Sansa pushed him back onto the couch. "Calm down," she said lightly.
"What makes it worse is how fucking nice he is," Robb said.
She laughed a little, and then her laughter and smile died. "I know. He is nice. And thoughtful and sweet. He is so patient with me—"
"Sansa, please stop," Robb pleaded.
She looked at him. "Talisa has been very kind to me so it's not like it's any easier for me. She got to have you. She got to marry you, Robb."
He looked pained. "I made her miserable. I've been a shit husband. By the time I realized I didn't want to be married because I could not love her the way I loved you, it was too late. I just…shut down. I was depressed. Every day I thought: this is my life? How can this be my life? I wanted to reach out to you, but I didn't know if you would be receptive. And I was afraid that if I did, I wouldn't be able to stop myself from trying to get back to you. I provided for her the way I thought I was supposed to, but I fell short when it came to giving her affection. I was just…dried up. It was in me, but I couldn't fake it with her so I didn't. Then she had the affair."
"How did you find out about it?" Sansa asked softly.
"She told me. She felt guilty enough to put a stop to it, and to tell me what she'd done. She wanted us to go through therapy because she didn't want to divorce without trying to work on it. Jesus, San, I haven't even been married for a full five years and my wife had an affair on me already, and we were in therapy before moving back home. How fucked up is that?"
"You're asking me that? I'm in love with you, my brother, remember?"
He reached out and pulled her back into his side. He kissed her forehead lingeringly. "Tell me about you and Willas."
"I thought you didn't want to know?" she teased.
"Leave out the sex stuff."
She laughed. "My story is not like yours. It took me a long time to date. I just couldn't do it. I compared every guy to you and they all fell short. I took a break for a while, and then I ended up meeting Willas. He was…well," she laughed, "he was Willas. I just…gave in. He was someone I thought I could settle with."
"Settle, yeah, that's key word there."
"I've kept myself at a distance from him," she said, sounding regretful. "We suffer from the same thing, you and I. Not being able to give affection or the proper attention to the two people we're supposed to be giving affection and attention to. You said you felt like you'd been dreaming and you've now woken up. That's how I feel. I've just woken up finally."
Robb heaved her up onto his lap and gazed up her, cradling her face in his hands. "We're going to figure this out, Sansa, because we have to. This half-life is no life at all. Promise me we'll try."
She nodded. "We'll try."
He drew her face down to his and kissed her. "I love you."
"I love you, too."
They kissed, and it grew more and more passionate as it continued on.
"I want you again," he whispered. "God, Sansa, what you do to me…"
"We already dressed," she told him with a smirk.
"I can't care. Just get these off," he said roughly as he reached under her dress and began pulling at her panties. "Quick."
She laughed, a light airy laugh of joy, and rolled off him to take her panties off. Robb used the opportunity to undo his pants and shove them along with his boxers down.
Robb gestured to his cock, standing at attention. "All aboard."
Sansa giggled and got back on his lap. She slid her wet pussy along his cock, letting him feel how wet she was.
Robb gripped her hips hard. "Sansa, fuck, please…"
Slowly, she sank down on him.
She rode him slowly, their eyes locked on one another as she moved over him.
"You fit me like glove," he whispered. "My cock was made for your pussy."
She moaned and started to move faster and harder.
"Does my sweet girl like dirty talk?" he asked and started to move her over him. "You like my cock deep inside you, Sansa? Do you want my cum dripping out of you all night?"
She nodded, panting. "Yes…yes."
"Fuck me harder…that's it…that's my dirty girl…fuck!"
Robb put his thumb over her clit and rubbed. "Come for me, Sansa. Come all over my dick, come on…'
She cried out as she came, her eyes fluttering shut as her legs shook from the force of her orgasm.
Robb pushed up, driving his cock deeper inside her, and came.
Sansa collapsed against him and Robb wrapped her up close in his arms, murmuring to her how he loved her, and would always love her.
All too soon, it was time for Robb to leave. At the door, they held onto each other, neither one wanting to let go.
"Tomorrow," Robb rasped as he cradled her tight in his arms. "We'll get together in the evening. Tell Willas you're hanging out with your brother and we'll go somewhere we can be alone."
She nodded. "Okay."
"Don't sleep with him," he begged on a whisper. "Okay?"
"What about you and Talisa?"
"I'm going to try my best. I don't want to, love. Do you believe me?"
"Of course," she whispered.
Their kisses were desperate and needy, but Sansa pushed him out the door before it escalated again. She needed to shower, change, and present herself as the loving fiancé she wasn't.