Sansa woke up completely entangled in Robb's embrace. His arms draped around her like curtains pulling her flush against him and their legs were intertwined in the sweetest way. The flames that usually engulfed her heart at his touch had subsided to a light flicker. For the first time in a while she felt completely at peace. She closed her eyes, nuzzling her head back into the crook of his neck, and breathed in his scent. He smelled like pine trees and peppermint and safety.

Sansa lay content in his arms for several minutes until she felt something digging into her hip.

He was hard.

Her cheeks flooded with color at her realization. Although she tried to rationalize that he was a man and things like this weren't uncommon in the morning, she mainly was thinking, Oh my God. Oh my God. Oh my God. His dick is touching my hip. Holy fuck.

She carefully peeled herself away from him and sat on the edge of the bed. Her heart pounded relentlessly in her chest. The faint flicker she'd experienced only minutes ago had transformed into a fully blistering forest fire tearing through her entire body. It's not fair, she thought. Why is he so gorgeous? His strong jaw was hung loosely with his lips gently parted. The outline of his chest muscles were clearly visible through his grey cotton t-shirt. And then there was his curly mess of a bed head that somehow still looked like he was popping out of a shampoo commercial. That's what a man is supposed to look like, she decided. And it wasn't just his looks, any guy with good genetics could be handsome. There was something about how Robb carried himself, something in his walk, or the way he chewed on his lower lip as he slept that made Sansa shiver.

She stormed out of her bedroom and ran to the bathroom, locking the door behind her. She thought maybe if she sat there staring at him another minute she would accidentally pounce on him and run her hands all over his body. She turned on the shower and stripped her clothes hastily. She urgently climbed behind the cream colored shower curtain. Her eyes closed as the hot water cascaded down from her head to her toes. A sigh escaped her lips as she ran her hands from her neck down to her breasts. She massaged them gently, pooling every memory of Robb she could muster: his shirtless torso when they had a water balloon fight last summer, his hands knotted in her hair as he kissed her passionately, his dick pressing against her thigh.

Sansa reached up to grab the shower head and brought it down between her thighs. She gasped as the warm water brushed against her clit. She held the shower head in place with one hand as she moved the other to her opening. She slid two fingers in effortlessly and pumped in and out. All the while she closed her eyes and thought of Robb. She imagined him pushing her against the shower wall and pounding into her as she cried at the top of her lungs. Heat rose inside of her as her breathing increased. Oh God, Robb. His jaw, his muscles, his eyes, fuck! Her fantasy sent her over the edge as she slumped against the tiled wall and moaned with ecstasy. She'd masturbated before, but never like that. Sure it had felt good, but never so good that her entire body shuddered with pleasure.

After several unmoving minutes with her forehead pressed against the tiled wall Sansa hung up the shower head and dried herself off with a towel. She dressed and went downstairs to find Ned had just finished making French toast. She took a seat at the kitchen table next to Robb.

"Good morning sweetheart," Catelyn said. "How was your date last night?"

Sansa's breath hitched. "It wasn't a date. But it was fine. We got pizza, he drove me home. Pretty boring actually," she lied.

"Too bad," Catelyn frowned. "He seemed like a nice boy."

Sansa shrugged and turned towards Robb. He looked concerned. You okay? he mouthed. She nodded and smiled before taking a bite of French toast.

Breakfast continued normally. Sansa and Robb drifted out of the conversation as Arya raved about soccer practice and Bran and Rickon planned their next biking expedition. Amidst the typical chaos of their family dynamic Sansa slowly reached her hand towards Robb's dangling underneath the table. She wasn't sure exactly what inspired this, but she had the burning urge to touch him, even if in the littlest way. She daring extended her pinky to intertwine with his. She could feel his gaze turning to her but kept her eyes fixed ahead as a small smile crept across the corner of her lips. Robb must have gotten her cue because he too faced forward while playing with her fingers delicately. Soon enough Sansa's fingers were fully laced between his as their family's conversation and the rest of the world slowly faded away.

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In the following week Sansa and Robb appeared to be reverting back to their old relationship in the eyes of their family. But in reality nothing could be further from the truth. They spent every waking moment together going out to get food, playing mini golf, bowling, or watching Netflix. It seemed completely normal. But what their family didn't see was the unacknowledged intimacy between them.

Although Sansa had technically never had a boyfriend before she was fairly certain that being with Robb was what it was like. They held hands while watching TV. He let her win at mini golf. He bought her ice cream. He'd even twirled her hair through his fingers while they talked about the upcoming Star Wars movie. They both knew that something had changed that night they spent together in her room, and it was far from ordinary, but they never acknowledged it. Somehow that made it easier.

July rolled around unexpectedly and it came time for the Starks to go on their annual vacation to their lake house in Riverrun. It would be two long weeks with no TV and no Wi-Fi. They left the house at 6am so they could arrive before noon and "seize the day" as Ned reasoned. The five-hour drive consisted primarily of Robb listening to headphones while Sansa used him as a human pillow.

"Aww," Catelyn observed through the rear view mirror. "Sansa fell asleep on Robb's shoulder, isn't that sweet Ned?"

Robb rolled his eyes and heaved a frustrated sigh. If you think that's so cute Mom, then you should have seen us sucking face against the kitchen counter.

Finally, they arrived to the house. It was three stories tall with a scenic view of the lake from the porch and a luxurious guest house. Everyone scrambled out of the car immediately except Robb who was trying to think of the best way to wake Sansa. He gently nudged her shoulder.

"Hey, sleepy head. We're here," he whispered.

"Mhmm," Sansa stirred. She leaned off his shoulder to reach her arms up and yawn. Fuck, Robb thought. Why is she so damn cute when she stretches?

"I call dibs on the guest house!" Arya called as Sansa and Robb climbed out of the mini van.

Robb scoffed, "In your dreams."

Arya pouted, "It's not fair. I called dibs."

Robb waltzed past her towards the entry to the guest house, "Sorry Arya. You can have it when you're the oldest sibling."

Arya grumbled a few curse words under her breath and stomped away in defeat.
"Alright kids, don't get too cozy," Catelyn instructed. "Bathing suits on, we're taking the boat out in twenty minutes!"

All of the children rushed to their rooms to change. It was going to be an eventful day.

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Robb emerged from the guest house wearing swim trunks and a pinny. He breathed in the warm summer air. God, he had missed this place. Winterfell was his home, he lived for the cold, but it was nice not having to worry about bringing a sweater with you every time you went out after five o'clock. He meandered across the long grass lawn leading to the water. It really was a perfect day on the lake, sunny, 85 degrees, and now wind, leaving the water calm and glossy. But something stopped him dead in his tracks when he reached the start of the cedar wood dock.

Sansa in a bikini, applying sunscreen at the end of the dock.

If Robb thought he was in trouble before, now he was certainly fucked. She wore a mint blue, bandeau style top with matching low rise bottoms. He felt like a repressed thirteen-year-old boy gawking at his sister. But then he remembered that most people's sisters don't look like goddesses. He was able to see the full extent of her creamy legs, her tight stomach, her painfully embellished curves and the tops of her breasts peaking out beneath her halter straps. She looked up from rubbing lotion down her long legs and saw him. She smiled and waved.

"Robb!" she called, motioning him towards her.

He hesitantly made his way up the dock. God, she looked even more gorgeous up close. She reached out a bottle of sunscreen towards him.

"Do you mind doing my back? Everyone else is still inside."

Robb nodded slowly and she turned around. Fuck, he thought. She has to know what she's doing doing to me. He squeezed some of the coconut scented liquid into his palm and began carefully spreading it across her upper back. She shivered slightly at his touch and sighed as he rubbed her shoulders. Her skin was flawless and smooth to the touch.

Once he withdrew his hand she quickly chirped, "Actually could you get my lower back too?"

"Yeah sure," he said. God, she is going to be the death of me.

He carefully caressed the lotion into her skin. His hands delicately moved to the line of her bikini bottom as his eyes drifted further. Her bottoms left nothing to the imagination. He could see the perky pale flesh peaking of her ass peaking out of the thin material. He quickly stopped what he was doing.

"Yeah, you're good," he said agitatedly.

"Thanks, you're a life saver," She mused with a delicate hand to his shoulder.

He practically jumped at her touch. "Umm, I forgot my sunglasses. I'll be right back." Robb ran down the dock, past his family, and through the door of the guest house, locking it behind him. He stormed into the bathroom and pulled down his swim trunks. His erection was throbbing, and thinking of Sansa and her smooth skin was making him harder by the second. He wrapped his hand around his cock and closed his eyes.

Sansa. Her milky white, perfect complexion. Her flawless breasts.

He pumped up and down his shaft harder as fire ignited throughout his veins. He imagined taking her out to the forest behind the lake house later that night. Whispering dirty things into her ear about how he knew it was her plan to arouse him all along. That it worked. He would push her back against a tree and fuck her wet cunt as she moaned his name loud enough to wake their entire family half a mile away. He imagined making her cum so hard around his pulsing cock that she had to dig her nails into his shoulders to steady herself.

Robb shut his eyes tightly as he came longer and harder than he ever had before. He heaved a few breaths, cleaned himself off, and pulled his swim suit back up. This needs to stop, he told himself. You have a good thing going, don't fuck it up.

He heard a knock at the door as he left the bathroom. When he opened it he saw Sansa. She had clearly run over because her chest was heaving and her cheeks were pink.

"Mom, sent me. She found your sunglasses in the car."

She looked so beautiful, panting lightly and smiling wide with her pearly white teeth.

"Awesome, let's go" Robb assured her.

He was so fucked.