Flashback

"Where are you taking us?" Sansa asked softly from the passenger side of Robb's Nissan.

"Where do you want to go?" Robb asked and reached out for her hand.

She slipped it into his without question. "How about the park?"

"The park it is then."

Once they arrived at the park, Robb parked in the parking lot in the way back. It was dark in that lot. They would be unseen. He put the car in park and Sansa slipped into the backseat without a word. Robb frowned. "Don't you want to talk?" he asked and looked over his shoulder at her.

She arched a brow. "We talk all the time."

He sighed and faced forward. "Do you think I bring you here just to make love to you?"

She laughed and her panties hit him on the side of his face. "How do you know I don't just bring you here to make love to you?" she countered.

"I drove us here," he said.

"I asked you to."

She had a point. He didn't know why he was stalling. He was hard already and had been since they'd gotten in the car. Their little rides always led to this. It was one of the very few ways they could ever be together.

Robb discarded his own shirt and climbed into the back. Her skirt was rucked up and she still had on her shirt. If they were home and alone, she would be naked. But here, in the park where there was a chance of being caught, they didn't get completely naked just in case. Robb hurriedly discarded his jeans and boxers and rolled a condom onto his length. He crawled on top of her and she cradled him between her thighs. She smiled at him as she ran her hands through his curls. He shut his eyes, enjoying her touch.

"Kiss me, Robb," she whispered.

He obliged because he'd wanted to kiss her all day long. Their tongues met and Robb groaned.

"Fuck me," she whispered.

"Don't say that," he said. "I don't like it when you say that."

"Why?"

"Because you make it sound dirty."

She looked at him incredulously. "Robb, we're siblings who have sex. It is dirty."

"No, we're siblings who love each other and make love, Sansa," he corrected. "I love you. Don't you love me?"

She looked up at him tenderly. "You know I do."

He reached down in between them and teased her folds while checking her readiness. She moaned and clutched at him harder. He pulled his fingers away and slowly eased himself inside her. She was so wet for him. He knew she probably had been wet the entire time he'd been hard. He pressed his forehead to hers and held himself inside her. "My Sansa…"

She pushed at him, trying to get him to move and he did. He thrust slowly inside her wet heat and as his release came closer and closer, he began to speed up.

"I love you, Sansa," he muttered as he framed her face with his big hands. "I love you more than anyone or anything in the world."

She moaned as her nails scraped up his back. "I love you, Robb."

"We'll be together one day," he muttered, his release coming near. "Yes?"

"Yes!" she cried out as she came and Robb followed her into orgasm. Watching her come always set him off. He lay atop of her after, the both of them catching their breath. Sansa wound herself around him and pressed kisses to his shoulder and the side of his face. She knew he would stay there on top of her for a while. She knew that he could not bear to leave her until he absolutely had to.

End Flashback

It was not the time to remember such things, Robb thought. Now he was hard and his heart ached for all he'd lost.

He was home and yet…not. Sansa remembered nothing of him – of them. He'd known this already considering when she'd woken up from the week long coma she'd been in she had looked at them all as though they were strangers. Robb had thought that out of everyone though, she would remember him. How could she forget how they'd loved each other as a man and a woman did, and not just as a brother and sister? Yet she had. He'd hoped and prayed that her memories would come back, but they never had.

Then he'd had to go away, which he knew was for the best. While he hadn't been at fault for the accident – that was all that prick Joffrey's fault – he went away to get himself together. To let Sansa heal without him hovering and hoping.

Now he was back, and though he'd told himself he wouldn't hope and would just be her big brother and nothing more, he still wanted so badly for her to look at him in that special way she used to. Those looks that told him he was her guy and she was his girl.

Chances were slim now that she would ever remember. And he couldn't very well pursue her like a man would with a woman he wanted. He had a feeling this time she would have reservations that before she hadn't had much of. To make her remember would be cruel. What would it do to her psyche?

So, here he was, playing big brother and reminding himself to not touch her, to not remind her of what they'd been, to act normal and treat her the way he did Arya, Bran, and Rickon.

It was hard.

He'd dated in California, even had a couple girlfriends, but he never fell in love with them. Never wanted them the way he wanted Sansa. One look at her this afternoon and he found he wanted her just as he had then – more now that they'd been apart for so long. His love for her was like a living, breathing thing. She had consumed him then, and he feared he was about to be consumed again.

This time though, there was nothing he could do about it.

"Tell me what you've been up to," he said after they'd been driving for a while in silence. He knew she thought of him as somewhat of a stranger. As such, she didn't feel all that comfortable around him and therefore didn't talk much. He remembered when he couldn't get her to stop talking.

"I'm sure you know everything already from Mom and Dad," she said.

"I want to hear it from you," he said. I want you to feel comfortable with me, he thought. Maybe we can't have what we were back, but I want something of our old dynamic to return. Like how you would tell me everything.

"Well," she began, "I took some time off after the accident to kind of get myself together. Then I applied to Winterfell University and started going there…" she trailed off. "My life is boring," she said with a laugh. "I go to school, I work part-time at Dad's office, and I hang out with my friends. That's it in a nutshell."

"Are you dating anyone?" he asked, dreading the answer.

"Nope. I don't really have time, nor do I have an interest in anyone."

Good, Robb thought. And then he felt terrible for thinking that. He wanted Sansa to be happy. Of course he did. He just selfishly wanted her to be happy with him as they'd planned so long ago.

Flashback

Sansa lay on her front on her bed with her head turned toward Robb as he lay on his side, trailing fingers lazily up and down her bare back. It was one of those rare moments when they had the house to themselves. They'd taken advantage of it by making slow, leisurely love in Robb's bed.

"What will happen to us?" Sansa asked him softly, her mouth partially covered by her arm.

Robb flattened his hand on her back and looked at her. "How do you mean exactly?"

"I mean, is this how it will always be? Sneaking around, waiting for those rare moments when we're alone?"

"No," he said firmly. "I've been thinking."

She smiled. "Of course you have. Care to share?"

He smiled. "Of course. See, we're both going to apply to a school far away from here. Very far. Like California far. We'll get our own apartment – leave me to sell that one to Mom and Dad. I'll tell them that this way I can look out for you and maybe we'd save money on room and board through the school. I'll come up with a sound argument. Then we'll have every day and every night together. Once we graduate, we'll move overseas. Maybe I'll even change my name so that no one will know over there that you're my sister."

Sansa smiled. "You have been thinking. And planning."

"Come closer, love," he whispered.

Sansa turned so that she was on her side. Robb pulled her against him and kissed her. "I love you, and I want us to be together always."

"We will be," she murmured and ran her hands through his curly locks. "I know we can make it happen."

End Flashback

"Did we make snow angels in the snow when we were kids?" Sansa asked him, jarring him out of his memory.

He glanced at her and shifted in his seat. That memory hadn't helped his erection any. "We did."

"Did I dump a snowball in your hot chocolate once?" she asked.

He smiled. "Yes."

"I remember things like that – just odd little things," she murmured.

"Do you remember anything else?"

She frowned thoughtfully. "You eating lunch with me every day during my first week of high school."

"That happened," he muttered. It was around that time that Robb had realized his feelings for Sansa were not altogether brotherly.

She put her feet up, bracing them against the dash and sighed. Robb's gaze was drawn to her legs. Those long, sleek legs that used to wrap around him so well. His hands itched to touch them.

"Ooh, can we stop at 7-11? I want to get a slushy."

He grinned. "Some things never change."

She laughed. "Really?"

He nodded. "All the time, Sansa."

She smiled. "And you would take me to get one?"

"Of course."

Always after they'd made love and were headed back home.

He followed her in and she somehow convinced him to get one as well. By the time they'd arrived at home, she seemed much more relaxed with him. Robb was thankful for that. He might not be able to love Sansa the way he wanted, but at least he could have some part of her.

Before she headed up to bed she stopped him in the kitchen by putting her hand on his arm and demanding to see his tongue. He stuck it out and she laughed. "Blue!" She stuck hers out.

He smiled. "Red."

She kissed his cheek and Robb had to fist his hands at his sides to keep from grabbing her and kissing her the way he wanted. She ran up to her bedroom and Robb stood there not sure if he wanted to smile or cry or both.

"Robb."

He looked up and found his mother coming into the kitchen. She looked worried.

"Nothing happened," he told her. "You've nothing to worry about, Mother. Sansa doesn't remember."

"But you want her to."

"No," he said, and hoped he sounded firm. "I know what's at stake if she does. I know it's wrong what we did before and I don't want that for her. I don't want it for me either." God, he hoped he sounded convincing. He heard himself say the words, the practiced words, but he didn't feel them. He'd give anything for Sansa to remember, anything to have her back.

"I'm just not sure that going out together alone was wise—"

"She's still my sister," Robb said, a bit too sharply. He sighed and shook his head. "I'm sorry. I don't mean to snap at you."

"I want you both to be happy," Catelyn said. "It's better for both of you that she doesn't remember what went on."

Robb nodded. "I know. But you've nothing to worry about. Not this time. It's over and in the past where it belongs. Okay?" He feigned a smile and slowly Catelyn nodded.

"Get some rest, son," she said and headed for the stairs.

Robb raked a hand down his face. Over it? Not likely. He never would be. Five years couldn't do it. Her memory loss didn't do it. And he was pretty certain that putting him in the basement and far away from Sansa's bedroom wouldn't do it either.