Robb: What time are you free? I get out of work at 5. I thought we could go to our spot and have a picnic.

Sansa smiled at her phone, the sort of dreamy smile she was sure she'd seen teenagers make when their boyfriends texted or called. Not that she cared. She was alone, working on a project for a client, and there was no one to question her.

Sansa: I already mentioned to Willas last night that we might hang out tonight, so I am free whenever.

Robb: Do I dare pick you up like it's a real date?

Sansa: LOL. You could!

Robb: Then that's what I'm doing. Except no dressing up. Although, I think you should wear a skirt or one of those summer dresses...

Sansa: Robb Stark, are you saying what I think you're saying?

Robb: That I want easy access? Yes, I am!

Sansa: I better not end up with dirt and grass in places where dirt and grass should never be.

Robb: I promise I won't let that happen.

Sansa: Hmm-mmm

Robb: I'll bring 2 blankets.

Sansa: Will one of them be your Superman blanket?

Robb: You're a brat.

Sansa: :)

Robb: LOL. Be ready at 5.

Sansa: Yes, dear.

Sansa couldn't wait to see him. She felt as though she might jump right out of her skin until then. She hadn't felt this excited for something since she was a kid determined to wait up for Santa Claus.

When Willas came home, hungry and tired and a little cranky from a rough day, Sansa felt guilt overtake her. Here was the man that she had been planning on marrying who had just had a rough day, and she was excited to see her lover.

"Do you want me to stay home?" she asked Willas when he went to the fridge to get a beer.

"You have plans with your brother, right?" he asked.

She nodded. "He'll be here in a few, but if you want me to stay home I will." It's the least I can do for what I've been doing, and what I am planning to do.

"No, no. Go hang out with Robb. I'm just gonna take a shower and find a game to watch."

Sansa bit her lip and nodded, feeling now even guiltier. She was abandoning him to be with Robb. He'd had a bad day while she'd been thinking about another man. And he had no idea. How would he? Robb was her brother, to the outside world they were just a couple siblings hanging out together.

A horn honked and Sansa peered out the kitchen door and saw Robb's truck sitting there. She bit her lip and turned back to Willas. "Are you sure?"

Willas grinned and came over to her. He kissed her sweetly and then nodded. "I'm sure. Go spend time with your brother. Tell him I said hi."

Sansa nodded. "Ok. I'll see you later."

"Have fun, and don't worry about me, okay?"

She smiled. "Okay."

And even though she still felt guilty, she grabbed her cardigan off the kitchen chair she'd draped it over earlier, and headed out of the house.

When she caught sight of Robb beaming at her in his truck with his sunglasses on, her heart skipped a beat and though her guilt didn't go away, it lessened. She loved Robb. It was as simple and as difficult as that.

She climbed inside and looked over at him with a grin. "Hey."

"Willas is home?" he asked.

"Yes."

"Dammit. You have no idea how much I want to kiss you right now."

"Well, Willas just did, so..." Why did she say that? To remind him? Herself? She was here wasn't she, in his truck ready to go off? Why did she have to tell him that?

His jaw clenched, and he put his truck in reverse and backed out of her driveway.

"I'm sorry," she said. "I don't know why I said that. I just - Willas had a bad day and I feel guilty for leaving him…"

"You'd rather stay home with him than spend time with me?"

"No, that's not what I'm saying at all," she said defensively.

"Then what are you saying exactly?"

"Robb, I know you're not stupid. So don't act like it."

"Do you want me to turn around and take you back home so you can make Willas feel all better?" he snapped. "So you can make yourself feel better for not loving him?"

"Don't be a dick."

Silence fell and they didn't speak for the rest of the ride to the park.

Their spot, which was what they were there for, was really a trail they had discovered a bit off the beaten path at the State Park. This path circled out closer to the pond, and there was a rock that fit two comfortably and overlooked the water.

It was dinnertime, or at least close to dinnertime for most people, so there were hardly any cars about. As soon as Robb pulled into a spot well away from everyone else and cut the engine, he sat there, one elbow up on his door and he scratched at his forehead. "This is hard," he finally said.

"Did you think it was going to be otherwise?" she asked quietly.

"No," he said, just as quietly. "Maybe. It was supposed to be better than nothing at all."

"It is," Sansa said as she reached out and gently played with the curls at the back of his head.

Robb moaned and then leaned over the consul and dragged her closer to him. The consul was in the way though still, and he growled in frustration. "Backseat," he said and all but jumped out of the truck to get into the backseat.

Sansa blushed, and didn't know why – it wasn't as though she and Robb hadn't just done it twice the day before and who knew how many times when they were teenagers, but she still managed to get all tingly and nervous around him as though he was a real boy and not her brother. She had never got this way over Willas.

Assessing the situation, Sansa figured she didn't have to get out of the truck. She could just climb over the seat. Robb was in the back, ready to catch her. And catch her he did, right into his arms.

Sansa clung to him, wrapping her arms around him and holding him close while he kissed her as though he was facing a death sentence tomorrow. When Robb broke the kiss, he kept his eyes shut and wore a look on his face as though he was savoring it. He pressed his forehead against hers and sighed, his breath a puff of air across her cheek. "This is all I wanted all day, Sansa." He opened his eyes and looked at her, one hand slipping through her hair. "To just be alone with you. To hold you in my arms and be able to kiss you and touch you."

"Me too," she said softly.

"Please don't tell me when he kisses you," he said. "I don't want to know."

She nodded. "I won't."

"I can't stand it," he said, his tone thick with frustration. "I can't stand that he gets to touch you."

"Talisa gets to touch you," she countered.

He snorted. "Barely." He slid a hand down her thigh. "You wore a dress…"

"You told me to."

He laughed. "Since when do you listen to anything I say?"

She smirked. "Good point." And then she moaned when he slipped his fingers inside her panties and teased her pussy. "You're wet," he whispered. "Good thing because I'm fucking hard for you right now."

"Then what are you waiting for?" she asked breathlessly.

"Undo my jeans," he ordered.

She arched a brow at him, but did as she was told. He lifted up off the seat to push his jeans and then his boxers down, and then pulled her panties to the side and pushed her down on his length.

"God, fuck, Sansa," he groaned. "You're so fucking tight, sweetheart."

Sansa wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him. "I love you," she said as she began to bounce on his cock.

He looked so pleased that she said it first, that she made a mental note to tell him more often.

Their coupling was fast; their need too great to take it slow. Robb's fingers dug into her hips, holding her in place as he came deep inside her. Then he gathered her up in his arms and kissed her as though he had all the time in the world.

Now, suddenly nervous about being discovered, Sansa slipped off of him and they both shared a groan. "Clean up, lover," she told him as she climbed back over the seat to get some tissues from her purse and clean up the cum that was leaking out of her. "I'm hungry."

A few minutes later, they emerged from the truck, slightly disheveled and wearing contented grins on their faces as they strolled toward the trail. Robb held the picnic basket he'd packed in one hand, and Sansa held the plain blue blankets in the other.

Once they were on the trail, Robb reached out and took her hand and Sansa smiled up at him and squeezed it. "Love you," she said with a little swish of her hips.

"Love you more," he said and drew her into his side to kiss her temple.

Willas was temporarily forgotten.