Robb woke up at 1:45 with a headache and the taste of Sansa still fresh on his lips. God I have never been this hung-over, he thought. It was like hammers were banging against the inner walls of his skull. He pinched the bridge of his nose as memories from the previous night came flooding back to him. The date with Roslin, making out with Roslin, going to Theon's, punching Theon, kissing Sansa.

His eyes popped wide open. Kissing Sansa.

He sat bolt upright, wincing from the throbbing pain to his temple. He kissed Sansa. He kissed his sister, and he liked it, no, he craved it. He craved her silky hair knotted through his fingers. He craved her wet hot lips that tasted like strawberry Poptarts and toothpaste. Although he'd been attracted to her since he'd been home he couldn't believe it actually happened. He kissed her, and she kissed him back.

She made him crazy, just her touch alone set him on fire. But now there was another sensation resting deep in his core, guilt. Seeing her after the kiss, trembling, hyperventilating, and holding back tears tore him apart. He's her brother, it's his job is to protect her and he failed.

I'll fix this, Robb told himself. I have to. He decided he'd keep his distance, just to let her cool down. In time she'd come around and he'd apologize and say that it would never happen again.

He wouldn't tell her that he loved her, or that she was the last thing he thought about at night and the first thing he thought about when he woke up. He needed her too much. She was his favorite thing, and he couldn't afford to lose her because he couldn't restrain himself.

When Robb went downstairs for breakfast the rest of his family was already eating lunch. It was a Saturday so even Ned and Catelyn were home from work.

"Ahh, Sleeping Beauty finally wakes," Arya taunted.

Robb laughed, then shuddered at the pain it caused his behind his forehead. Ok, no laughing. Laughing equals bad, he told himself.

"Is everything alright Robb?" Catelyn asked.

"Yeah, had trouble sleeping last night."

"Looks like somebody's hung over," Ned remarked. "Seen Theon lately?"

"How'd you know?" Robb asked sarcastically as he poured himself a cup of coffee.

Catelyn sighed, "Honestly Robb, I know he's a sweet boy at heart, but really? You should know better."

"Sorry Mom, it won't happen again," Robb concluded.

He took the only open seat at the table, across from Sansa. He kept his head down and ate his cheerios in silence. Don't look at her. Don't look at her. Don't look at her, he told himself. But he caved and stole a quick glance in her direction, she was stone faced and staring at her plate without eating.

"Aren't you hungry sweetheart?" Catelyn asked her.

Sansa stood up and put her plate in the fridge. "Haven't had an appetite recently," she mumbled and made a move to leave the kitchen.

"Wait a minute!" Catelyn ordered. Sansa turned to face her and raised her eyebrows. "Do you have any plans today?"

Sansa looked at the floor and said in a voice barely above a whisper, "I said I'd show Joffrey around town tonight."

"Sansa has a boyfriend!" Arya teased.

Sansa rolled her eyes. "He's not my boyfriend. It's not a date. He said he had nothing to do so I offered to show him around. We'll probably just get pizza and then he'll drop me off."

"Well, I think that's very kind of you Sansa. Just be home by eleven," Catelyn said.

"Of course," Sansa asserted and continued her escape to her room.

Robb stood abruptly and raced out of the kitchen.

"You haven't finished your cereal yet!" Arya called after him.

"I'll be right back," he yelled over his shoulder.

Robb climbed the stairs and grabbed Sansa's wrist before she got into her room. "You're still going tonight?" he asked in an urgent whisper.

"Why wouldn't I?" Sansa replied.

"I just thought, after everything that happened… Are you sure about this?" he asked.

"We're getting pizza. What is there to not be sure about?"

"I don't trust him."

"I can take care of myself," she said and pulled her arm away from his grasp.

"Please, just don't go," Robb pleaded. "I have a bad feeling about this."

Sansa sighed with frustration and gripped her hair. "It's literally pizza!" She took a deep breath to compose herself. "You know what, you're not my Dad, you're not my boyfriend. I don't owe you an explanation!"

She turned into her room and shut the door. She was right. Robb couldn't stop her from going. But he could stay home tonight, keep his phone on him, and pray she called if anything went wrong.

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Sansa stared into her closet trying to decide what to wear on her date. God, her date. A date with Prince Conceited was the last thing she wanted after everything that had happened. But she'd dealt with guys like Joffrey before, he'd probably spend the whole date bragging about the new car his parents bought him and how he couldn't wait until his trust fund kicked in. She halfheartedly decided on blue cami with high-waisted black shorts, stylish but casual.

The doorbell rang and Sansa bounded downstairs. But when she got to the foyer the door had already been answered, by Robb. She didn't hear what he was saying due to the immense blood flow to her ears, but she did see Robb's withering stare and Joffrey looking as pale as a ghost. She pushed past Robb and moved out the door grabbing Joffrey's wrist. "Thanks for getting the door Robb, let's go Joffrey."

Sansa climbed into the front seat of Joffrey's black Cadillac. Within thirty seconds he told her that he bought it with his trust fund, just as she expected. While he droned on about gas mileage and horsepower she took a Snapchat of him and sent it to Myrcella. Within the minute

Myrcella responded.

Myrcella: What are you doing in Joff's car?

Sansa: I said I'd show him around Winterfell

Myrcella: You should have told me

Sansa: Why? It's nbd

Myrcella: Just be careful around him

Sansa: What does that even mean?

Myrcella: Listen, I know he's my brother and I love him but he's not a good guy. Recently he's been, idk scary. You said you're showing him around Winterfell, keep things light and go home early

Sansa: Wtf do you mean scary? Am I safe?

Myrcella: Yeah you'll be ok. I really have to go, just be smart

That was cryptic as fuck, Sansa thought. Maybe she didn't know Joffrey quite as well as she thought she did.

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"So I was thinking pizza. There's this really good place on 5th Street." Sansa offered after hearing almost ten straight minutes of car talk.

"Actually I found a place online. I've already made arrangements," Joffrey boasted.

"Oh really? What's it called? I may know it."

"Why ruin the surprise?" Joffrey said with a devilish grin.

Sansa stared out the window as Joffrey turned into the dodgy part of town. Her heart rate increased as he pulled up to a neon lit building that was unmistakably a night club. Joffrey left the car and began walking towards the club, she considered staying the car, it might be safer. But then she remembered what Myrcella told her, "keep things light".

She followed Joffrey towards the doors. There was a long line wrapping around the block and a seven-foot-tall bouncer outside. Good, she thought. We're clearly under 21, the bouncer will kick us out, we'll get pizza, and go home.

But instead of going to the back of the line, Joffrey walked directly towards the bouncer. He whispered something in the man's ear, slipped him an envelope from his jacket pocket and the bouncer nodded that they could go in.

Sansa's breath hitched. A small voice screamed in the back of her mind, you should call Robb. But she didn't, because that would mean she needed him, and she couldn't let him think that.

"How'd you get him to let us in?" Sansa asked casually.

Joffrey turned to face her and outstretched his arms grandly, "Money, my dear, can buy anything."

Sansa followed Joffrey to the bar. He snapped his fingers impatiently at the bartender and ordered two shots of high end tequila that Sansa recognized from her father's liquor cabinet. Joffrey downed the liquid with a wince and held out the other glass to her.

"No, I'm ok," she said.

"Come on," Joffrey insisted with wide eyes. "Just one."

There was a wild glint in Joffrey's eye that Sansa did not dare cross. "Ok," she caved. "Just one."

She tossed back the shot. It felt like acid sliding down her throat and tasted like a mixture of gasoline and vomit. She hated the taste of alcohol, she didn't understand how anyone took any enjoyment out of drinking. She'd only drank a handful of times at school, usually alone with Myrcella just to be silly, and when they did they drank Mike's Hard Lemonade so they wouldn't taste it.

When she opened her eyes Joffrey's puppy dog expression had transformed into a devilish grin that made her stomach turn. "I'm bored. Let's dance," he said agitatedly. He grabbed her wrist and yanked towards the dance floor. His grasp was firm, not quite painful, but possessive.

The dance floor was dark and crowded. Sansa could hardly recognize Joffrey's face as he moved beside her. The music was loud and the vibrations of the bass to echoed in her chest like a heartbeat. When Joffrey's hands found her waist she shuddered and when they moved lower she knew she was in trouble. Suddenly he lunged towards her and captured her lips with his own. Her eyes widened with shock, his kiss wasn't sweet or innocent, it was like he was trying to devour her face.

Sansa pushed at his chest enough to free herself from his grasp and ran out of the crowd. She thought maybe she heard him calling her, but the music was too loud to be certain. She located the exit and hurried out the doors onto the sidewalk. The line outside had long disappeared and there wasn't a soul in sight.

Sansa gasped as a tight hand gripped her forearm. She turned to find Joffrey behind her looking pissed. "There you are. Come back inside, now." He pulled her arm towards the entrance but she resisted. His grasp was no longer just possessive, it was forceful, painfully so.

"No. I don't want to go back in there," she asserted. "I want you to take me home."

Joffrey's face twisted with rage. "You fucking tease!" The tightness of his grip on her arm increased until she yelped.

"Ow, Joffrey you're hurting me!" she cried.

He grabbed her arm tighter. "If I tell you to come inside than you'll fucking do it, do you hear me?" He yelled through gritted teeth.

"Get off of me! Let me go!" she screamed at the top of her lungs. He looked around nervously, clearly startled by her volume and released her forearm. She hugged it tightly to her chest.

"Fine!" Joffrey bellowed. "Have it your way you little cunt!" With that he stormed back into the club, leaving Sansa stranded.

Tears stung in her eyes as her breathing increased. Joffrey was her ride. She had no wallet, no money for a cab, and she was in the dodgy part of town. She couldn't call her parents, they'd be furious. The truth was she didn't need her parents, she didn't need her friends, she needed Robb.

"Sansa?" he answered after the second ring.

Her voice quaked as she spoke, "Robb."

"Sansa are you okay?"

She ran her fingers through her hair and began to cry. She was certain he could hear her, but at this point it didn't matter, she just wanted to be safe. "No, I'm not ok. Joffrey took me to a club and I didn't want to be there. He got mad and left me outside. I'm really scared, please help Robb."

"Sansa, everything is going to be okay. I'm coming to get you. What's the name of the club?"

She turned to the big neon letters, "It's called Underground."

"Ok, I'm leaving now. It'll take me twenty minutes. Listen, I need you to find a restaurant or store, somewhere safe, and wait for me. What's near you?"

She looked up and down the street. "Ummm… There's a McDonalds down the block."

"Ok, good. Wait there, I'm on my way."

"Ok," Sansa quaked. She hung up, put her phone in her pocket and hurried down the cracked concrete pavement as quickly as her legs would carry her.

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Sansa had stopped crying by the time Robb arrived. He burst through the sliding glass doors and moved straight towards her. She held her arm behind her back so that he wouldn't see the already forming bruises. He took her into his arms without the bat of an eyelash. His embrace was warm and comforting. She took slow deep breaths, inhaling his scent of butterscotch and sandalwood. He took a step back, holding her at arms length so he could look her in the eye.

"Are you okay?"

She nodded yes.

"Did he hurt you?"

She swallowed and shook her head no.

"Ok, wait here one second."

Sansa watched as Robb approached the man working behind the counter. They began conversing, but she couldn't quite hear what about. The man behind the counter disappeared before returning with two Oreo McFlurries.

A small smile crept on Sansa's lips. Even in the wake of disaster, Robb always knew how to put a smile on her face.

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Robb climbed the stairs towards Sansa's room with a glass of water in hand. God, she'd been so shaken up. She was practically trembling when he saw her. Her eyes were pink and puffy and all of the color had drained from her face. She didn't say anything the entire way home aside from "I'm cold" to which he responded by giving her his jacket.

He cracked open her door and peaked inside just in case she was already asleep. She was sitting by her mirror with her arm outstretched. He was about to walk into the room when he saw them. There were dark purple welts against her beautiful ivory skin. After staring dumbfounded for at least thirty seconds he burst through the door and shut it behind him.

"You told me he didn't hurt you," he said, sounding more hurt than angry.

Sansa stood and met his eye contact. "I knew you'd get upset."

"Well your right, I'm really upset. What did he do to you?"

"He wanted me to go into the club with him and I said no. He pulled me too hard and called me some bad names. That's it."

That was when Robb's anger started to boil through. He turned around towards the door.

Sansa ran in front of him and blocked his path. "Where do you think you're going?"

"I'm going to beat the shit out of the bastard that did that to you!"

Robb tried to maneuver around her but she held her ground. "Robb stop. He's not worth it."

"Sansa you don't understand! He hurt you! Men who do that to women don't deserve to live!"

He made his move and got past her through the door. He rested his hand on the bannister, ready to go downstairs, grab his keys, and book it to the club so he could pound Joffrey's face in when Sansa's voice stopped him.

"Robb, I need you." It wasn't a plea for help. Her voice was distinct and commanding. He turned around and removed his hand from the bannister because her words ordered him to. "I can't be alone tonight," she said wide-eyed without shame.

Robb looked at her for a long time. Her hair was disheveled and her mascara was smeared down her cheeks from tears. She was broken and he was the only one who could fix her. She needed him, and in that moment, no matter how much he yearned to beat Joffrey to a pulp, he couldn't deny her. He nodded and followed her into her room. Sansa shut the door behind them.

"Can you close your eyes while I change," she asked meekly.

Robb's throat got dry but he nodded. He closed his eyes and covered them with his palms while he heard the shift of fabric. He couldn't fight the urge to peak through the laces of his fingers. She was faced away from him. He watched as she lifted her blue cami over her head, unclasped her purple bra, and let it fall to the ground. Her skin was fair and pure and perfect. God, she had two freckles on her upper back. He examined her thin lower back and the effortless curve of her hips. She raised her arms to roll a clean tank top over her head, and for a split second he saw it, the side of her breast. It was pale and plump and smooth. The sight sent his eyes shut and covered with fear of being caught. Fuck, he couldn't believe himself, gawking at his little sister the night after she was abused. But then his mind went back to that little peace of skin. He wanted to knead his hands over it and then spread her out across the bed sheets so he could lick it from top to perfect bottom.

He forced himself out of his fantasy, she needs you right now. You cannot freak her out by getting a boner.

"Robb," her voice was soft. "You can open your eyes."

She wore a light pink cotton tank top and pastel blue soffes. She moved towards the bed and slipped underneath the covers. Her vast sapphire eyes welcomed him towards her. With a deep breath climbed into bed next to her. It was a double, big enough so that they'd fit but their sides pressed against each other. She turned out the lamp on her bedside table.

They were alone in the dark.

Although Robb could have listed a million things he wanted to do to her, he knew it wasn't the right time. Too much had happened to her in the past few days. In that moment, with her breath tingling his face and her hips pressed against his side, he knew that he would do anything she needed. And right now that meant fighting an erection so they could cuddle and she could feel safe.

He turned to face her fully. He enveloped her with his arms, holding her tight against his chest. She nuzzled her head under his chin and she wrapped her arm around his waist. They let out a collective sigh at the comfort of their position, like they were finally whole.

"Goodnight Sansa," he murmured, placing a small kiss on her forehead.

"Goodnight Robb," she whispered into his neck.

They fit together so perfectly, like puzzle pieces of a greater picture, like they were made for each other. Maybe she's not my girlfriend, and maybe this can't work the way I want it to, Robb thought. But right now she's in my arms and it feels right. He drifted asleep savoring the smell lavender shampoo.