Sansa had always been magnificent on the water. Arya might have had contact sports under her belt, but no one held a candle to Sansa when it came to skiing. She glided across the water effortlessly, mastering each wave and bump that Ned, driving the boat, threw at her. Robb watched from the bow, smiling in disbelief at her sheer grace.

Eventually Ned gives into Arya, Bran and Rickon's whining and stops the boat gradually. She sinks into the water, before removing her skis and swimming them back to the boat. Robb offers a hand as she climbs back onto the aboard. She was sopping wet but she smiled radiantly as she rung the water from her hair. Robb and Sansa sat in the back of the boat while Arya, Bran and Rickon flew back and forth on the tube. She raved about how good it felt to finally be on the water again. Robb couldn't take his eyes off of her, and it wasn't just because she was dripping wet in her bikini, she was still buzzing with energy and adrenaline. She was completely iridescent.

When Arya, Bran, and Rickon had their fill of getting whipped off the tube by Ned who, as it turned out was an extremely aggressive, driver Sansa chimed in, "Come on Dad please? One more run?"

"Sansa, we've been out all day. We should head back now if we want to have dinner ready before nine."

"One more run," Sansa repeated. "Ten minutes max. I want to try a 360."

This one made Robb worried. She'd perfected a 180 spin last summer but she'd never even attempted a 360.

"Ok, ten minutes," Ned caved.

Sansa shrieked with excitement and jumped back into the water.

"Be careful!" Catelyn called after her.

The first three runs Sansa fell on her back. But her confidence didn't falter. Each time she floated back to the surface with a look of determination, "One more go!" she'd yell.

"Ok, last one. The sun's going down!" Ned called over his shoulder.

Robb bit his nails in anticipation. Come on Sansa, you can do it, he thought.

The boat lurched forward and she got up, lingering for a few moments before switching her grip on the rope and twisting her hips. She got half way through the spin before her skis crossed and she crashed down into the water like a rag doll. She fell smack on her face and her skiis whipped up into the air.

"Stop the boat!" Robb called.

Ned turned the boat around slowly and circled back to Sansa. She was bobbing in the water with her arms wrapped around her life vest. She reached up so Robb could leverage her out of the water. She was ok. But there was a dazed look in her eye and her prior radiance had vanished. Robb unlaced her skis, took her life vest from her and wrapped a towel around her shoulders. He didn't care if his actions seemed strange and overprotective in the eyes of his family, he needed to make sure she was ok.

"Are you alright Sansa?" he cooed.

She nodded her head shakily.

Catelyn shooed Robb away and placed a hand to Sansa's cheek. "Are you hurt sweetheart?"

Sansa shook her head again. "I'm fine. Just a bad fall, a little shook up."

"Are you sure?" Robb interjected. He turned to address his parents, "She could have a concussion! We should take her to see a doctor."

"No, really I'm fine. I'm just disappointed I didn't get the 360," Sansa muttered.

"She'll be ok Robb, don't worry," Ned assured him, looking slightly alarmed, but not because of Sansa's fall.

Robb sat pressed against Sansa's side as they steered home. He had been so worried. She'd had falls before but none as terrifying and abrupt as just then. He absentmindedly took her hand in his. It comforted her, but out of the corner of her eye she saw Arya watching them. Her eyes were fixed on their intertwined fingers with a look of curiosity. Sansa quickly pulled her hand away and crossed her arms.

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Sansa got off the boat and hung her towel on the clothes line outside. The sun was setting and the air was starting to chill, but she could survive a walk to the shower in only her bikini. As she crossed the hall leading to the bathroom Arya passed her and scoffed.

Sansa stopped and turned, "Is something wrong?" she said with an edge in her voice.

Arya turned around slowly with eyebrows raised, her voice accusatory. "You've been walking around half naked all day. Are you trying to flaunt it?"

Sansa gaped with astonishment, "What are you even talking about? Flaunt what to who?"

Arya rolled her eyes. "You're right Sansa," she said sarcastically. "We're alone with Mom, Dad, and our brothers. So who in their right mind would try to entice them? My mistake."

Arya walked away and left Sansa to stand unmoving in the doorway to the bathroom for several minutes. She's a stubborn brat, she rationalized herself. She'd just making things up.

After a very long, therapeutic shower Sansa helped Catelyn prepare dinner in the kitchen while Robb relaxed in the guest house and the rest of the family played uno in the living room. Sansa worked on the salad while Catelyn marinated the smoked salmon. They didn't talk. Between Sansa's failed 360 and confusing confrontation with Arya she was in no mood to chat.

Finally, Catelyn broke the silence, "It's just skiing. There's no reason to pout over it."

There was an unmistakable aggression in voice that reminded Sansa of being scolded for spilling her icey in the car when she was nine. She decided to play on the defensive side, "I just know I could do better."

Catelyn heaved a sigh. "You know there's a fine line between being driven and being headstrong."

Sansa stopped what she was doing and turned to face her mother. "Am I not aloud to be in a bad mood once in a while?"

"Don't make me the bad guy. All I'm saying is that to wouldn't hurt to incorporate some humility into your life."

"Humility?"

"You know what I'm talking about Sansa."

"No, actually, enlighten me!"

Catelyn dropped her cutting board forcefully on the counter. "I'm talking about Robb!" Sansa was stunned. "I know you two are close, but you let him baby you too much. It's not healthy. Can't you accept that the spotlight isn't always on you?"

Catelyn knew that she had pushed too far. Sansa stormed out of the room.

"Where are you going?" Catelyn called after her.

"Why do you care?" Sansa screamed back.

Sansa couldn't believe this. She was always being made out to be the monster. She was used to it from Arya, but now her mother? They never made any effort to understand her, and she was tired of trying to understand them. You know what? Screw them, she decided. Her mother always said "you can't choose your family". But that was bull shit. She had a choice, and she made it.

Sansa stormed through the door of the guest house before it had registered what she was doing. Robb had been lying on his bed trying to focus on summer reading when she came in. He jolted upright and met her eyes with fascination. He had never seen her like this, hair a mess, breathing heavily and eyes filled with fire. There was no need for words. He knew her intent and leaned forward just in time for her to pounce on him and capture his lips with hers.

Their kisses were frantic and sloppy as they finally released their pent up frustrations. Sansa continued her descent onto his lap and straddled his waist. Robb desperately sprung his hands up to grab fistfuls of her hair and pull gently. She moaned loudly and unashamedly into his mouth. This sound seemed to enter him, pierce him down his length so that his whole body was able to open up. He was able to put aside that she was his sister and kiss her freely.

But it wasn't enough. Sansa grabbed hold of the collar of his polo and tugged forcefully, moving her entire body in unison as she grazed her chest against his and rolled her hips downwards. Robb growled in response and tilted her head so he could gnaw at her neck, surely to leave a mark. Sansa closed her eyes and continued grinding her hips against his in ecstasy.

"Oh, God. Robb, yes," she whimpered.

His name sliding across her beautiful, plump lips heightened his confidence. He met each of her fully clothed thrusts with his own until it was too much. He released her hair to grasp her shoulders and flip them so he rested between her thighs. Sansa's cheeks reddened as she began working on his trousers. Her hands were jittery and she fumbled with the belt buckle several times before he was finally in his boxers. Meanwhile Robb feverishly removed her tank top.

It wasn't until he'd torn off his own shirt that he realized she hadn't been wearing a bra. She was absolutely stunning to behold. Her breasts were round and perky with her pink nipples already raised. He let out a shaky breath before winding his arms underneath her to grab her shoulders and arch her towards him. He peppered her chest with desperate kisses before taking her right nipple into his mouth. He sucked and ran it between his teeth as she arched her back and cried out helplessly. He was about to switch to the other when Sansa grabbed his face between her palms and pulled him in for a passionate kiss.

She bucked her hips forcefully against his erection and whimpered between kisses, "Fuck—me —Robb."

He didn't need to be told twice. He kicked off his boxers and discarded her garments until she was completely bare beneath him. He moved his cock to her entrance. She was dripping. He slid into her slowly and easily. She was the tightest thing he had ever felt.

His hands returned to thread through her hair as he cried out, "Jesus, Sansa. I've wanted this so long."

A breathy moan escaped her lips, "Me too. Faster."

His thrusts were hard and fast but also deep. Sansa met each thrust trembling and moaning loudly enough that a small voice in the back of Robb's mind worried that his family might hear. But he didn't care if they did, it was the sweetest noise he had ever heard.

She wrapped her legs around his waist and steadied her arms on his shoulders.

"God, yes Robb. Fuck me!" she cried out boldly.

Robb moved a hand to her clit and strummed rhythmically. "Yes, Sansa, yes. Come for me. Come around my cock," he sighed hot against her ear.

The combination of his words and movements sent Sansa over the edge and her head back against his pillows. Robb pulled her close as he came with a moan inside of her.

His head dropped and he placed light kisses against her collar bone as they rode out their orgasms. Sansa's eyes stayed shut as the stars started to fade from her vision. Robb pulled out of her and rose up to look at her face.

"Sansa," he whispered hoarsely.

Her eyes opened slowly and she saw him. She looked into his sapphire eyes and realized what they had done. Her breath was shaky, but she wasn't a wreck like she was after the kiss. She knew her intent when she went into the guest house, and she felt no remorse.

Just as she parted her lips tell him, a knock came at the door. Both their heads turned towards the sound, Oh God.

"Robb!" Catelyn called. Dinner's ready.

Robb rolled off of Sansa and answered, "Um, ok, yeah. I just got out of the shower. Be there in a minute." He gathered Sansa's clothes and threw them in her direction as she hurriedly dressed.

"Is Sansa with you?" Catelyn asked.

Robb turned towards Sansa and she shook her head violently.

"No, no. I, umm, I think she went on a walk."

"Ok, no problem. Hurry up before dinner gets cold!" Catelyn said. Finally, they head footsteps walking towards the house.

By this point Sansa had dressed and Robb had put on his boxers. Sweat dripped from his temple and his hair was a mess. Sansa was in full action mode, "You take a shower. I'll go out the back door and circle towards the front of the house."

Robb was stunned and unable to think. He paused for a long moment, staring at her, and nodded, "Yeah ok."

Before he could say anything else Sansa was gone. What the hell was she supposed to do? She couldn't go into dinner sweaty and smelling like sex with Robb still practically dripping out of her. She thought about sneaking in and smiling, but she would have to pass the dining room, and there was no way she could go unnoticed. Then it struck her. It wasn't a good idea, but it was all she had.

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Robb couldn't look at his family. He ate his salmon in silence, staring at his plate while they babbled about going out to dinner the next night. He only looked up when he heard the sliding glass door open.

Sansa was standing in the door way, dripping wet from head to toe with a crazed expression on her face.

"Sansa!" Ned exasperated. "Why are you soaking wet?"

"I went for a swim," she answered casually.

"In your clothes?" Bran asked with disdain.

"Yep," she asserted.

There was a long silence.

"Ok, I'm going to dry off."

Again no one spoke.

"Save me some food," she called over her shoulder.

The Starks were dazed and wordlessly returned to their food. After almost thirty seconds of silence Robb began laughing uncontrollably.

"What's so funny?" Catelyn asked, looking concerned.

Robb emitted a few more chuckles before quieting down. "Nothing Mom, it's nothing."