Sansa and Robb were laying in his bed watching Netflix just like old times. The rest of the Starks had already turned in for the night leaving them alone and undisturbed. It was almost 12:30 by the time they finished watching About a Boy, an old favorite of theirs.
Robb closed the laptop wedged between them and sighed, "I love that movie."
"Me too," Sansa hummed. There was a short pause. "So, tell me. How does it feel being home?"
"It's good, but also strange. I think I've learned to appreciate things more. I used to take a lot for granted."
"Like-?" Sansa asked.
"Just little things, Mom and Dad's cooking definitely. Also spending time with you guys. I never realized how intelligent Bran is, he's so eager to learn everything. Even Arya and Rickon have their moments."
"Aren't you forgetting someone?"
Robb flashed her a smile, "You're amazing, I just thought that went without saying."
Sansa rolled her eyes sarcastically, "Nice save, suck up."
"Come on, you know you're my favorite."
Sansa turned serious, "You shouldn't say that. You know what Mom says, 'you can't rank family members."
"It's not really a rank, it's you and then everyone else."
Sansa blushed, "Mom would be pissed if she heard you say that."
"Screw Mom then, I'm not sorry. You're my favorite, that's how it is and that's how it's always been."
"Ok," Sansa said with a downcast gaze. "Rickon's my favorite.
"Ouch!" Robb hissed.
Sansa laughed, "I'm just kidding, you're my favorite. I just thought that went without saying," she said cheekily.
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They lay in silence for a few minutes with their eyes closed. There was a certain serenity to their silence that Sansa noted. Although the developments in their relationship were complicated to say the least somehow being together always maintained it's sweet simplicity.
Eventually Sansa rolled over to face Robb. "It's late, I should go back to my room."
Robb turned to meet her glance. "Are you sure? We could watch something else."
"No, I'd fall asleep in the first fifteen minutes." Sansa groaned as she leaned up and rubbed her eyes drowsily. She climbed out of Robb's bed and slumped over to the edge of his room. She stood in his doorway for a moment and examined him. His eyes were already closed and his face was relaxed. "Goodnight," she said in a voice barely above a whisper.
Without opening his eyes Robb murmured back, "Sweet dreams." Just as she was about to close the door Sansa heard him again, "I love you so much."
He'd told her he loved her a million times before, but this was different. He was tired, most likely on the brink of slumber. His voice was deep and scratchy. Each syllable seemed to slide off his lips hoarsely and deliberately. He could have been half dreaming and yet it didn't matter, she knew. She knew it wasn't the way a brother told his sister he loved her.
Her reply was scarcely audible and breathy. She hadn't decided to say anything; she just did without thinking. The words drifted from her lips like smoke in the wind, "I love you too" she muttered.
A small smile crept on Robb's face before she turned out the lights and closed his door completely. She hurried back to her room and crawled into bed.
Only minutes before Sansa was fighting to stay awake but now sleep was the last thing on her agenda. She couldn't get those five words out of her mind, "I love you so much". Maybe she was wrong. Maybe his words were pure and innocent but it didn't matter… because hers certainly were not.
Sansa was confused. Robb made her feel warm and loved. But no matter how hard she tried to forget it, he was her brother and her feelings were wrong. If something did happen between them, what would society say? What would Mom and Dad and Arya and Bran and Rickon say? she thought to herself. She imagined Catelyn's sobs echoing the halls, her father throwing Robb out on the street, Arya screaming at her, and Bran and Rickon not understanding what had brought their perfect family to the breaking point. The thought of her family torn apart was too much for Sansa to bare. So she resolved to put her emotions in a box and lock them deep in a dark corner of her mind. Eventually she fell asleep with his words still on her lips.
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Sansa woke with a start. She checked the clock- 3:30am. Her heart pounded hard against her chest and she could feel sweat pooling on her skin. But the worst sensation was the arousal between her legs. She'd dreamt that Robb had stormed into her room. He'd leaped on her without a single word. He pinned her arms above her head with one hand and groped her breasts with the other. He peppered kisses along her jaw and gnawed at her neck, surely leaving a mark, but never touched her lips. She'd gasped and whimpered and moaned until he moved his hand from her breast to the waistband of her underwear. She thought he was going to reach underneath and touch her, but before he had the chance the dream was over.
Sansa looked around feverishly. She stood quickly and ran to her mirror. Her fingers fumbled with the light switch and she stared at her reflection. She threw her hair to the side and examined her bare neck.
There was no mark. He was never in her bed.
With shaking hands, she turned off the light and climbed back into her empty bed. She expected to feel shocked, she expected to feel guilty. But she didn't. She felt pissed off. She was angry that it wasn't real. She wanted to be back in the dream, she wanted Robb's hands to be on wet cunt.
Sansa cautiously crept her fingers down to her underwear. She made tentative circles around her clit and replayed Robb's actions in her mind: his cool lips on her neck, his hard body flush against hers. She pretended her hands were Robb's. But after a few minutes she realized the truth, that no matter how hard she tried her hands weren't Robb's. It wasn't right, and as a result she was unable to find release. With a sigh of frustration, she removed her hand and rolled over. Her bed felt foreign and empty. She considered going to Robb's room, she wouldn't even have to wake him. Just laying beside him might bring her comfort.
She climbed out of her bed and walked across the hall to Robb's door. Her hands found his doorknob before she stopped herself. This is ridiculous, she thought. You're a big girl. You can fall asleep without your brother kissing you goodnight. So she went back to her room. This time before falling asleep the voice she heard was her own.
What the fuck is happening to me?