Chapter Three

The next morning when Robb made his way up the stairs showered and dressed and ready for the day, he found half the family sitting at breakfast. As was his custom before he left, he looked for Sansa first. She wasn't there. And he knew better than to ask.

He poured himself some coffee and made up a plate of the food laid out on the island while listening Arya and Bran talk about some movie they wanted to see. Catelyn looked up at him from the table and smiled. "How did you sleep, Robb?"

"Just fine, Mom," he said. Aside from laying there and wishing he could go to Sansa or that Sansa would come to him.

And then Sansa came barreling down the stairs, looking frantic. She ran past them all, a backpack slung over her shoulder and her auburn hair streaming behind her. Robb managed to catch her scent – raspberries – as she sailed past calling out, "I'm sorry, I'm late, see you guys later!"

Catelyn got up and ran after her shouting, "Don't speed!"

Robb forced himself to stay put. When Catelyn came back in the room he then forced himself not to ask if Sansa had even heard her. He went to the table, his plate of breakfast in hand and sat down. "So," he said in what he hoped sounded casual. "What's on the agenda for everyone today?"

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Sansa walked into the kitchen to get something to drink and found Robb at the sink, rinsing a dish. With a quick scan of the kitchen she found they were alone and she walked behind him and passed her hand over his ass as she walked by.

He jumped and then looked over at her as she giggled. She opened the fridge and took out a bottle of water and no sooner had she closed it than Robb was on her, kissing her voraciously. She dropped the water bottle and wound her arms around him as he pressed her against the fridge.

The sound of voices nearing caused them to practically leap apart. Robb whispered, "Come see me later," before he ran up the stairs.

"Hello? You back there?" snapped the girl in front of Sansa in class.

Sansa snapped to attention and grabbed the papers that were being waved in front of her face. She flushed, thinking how embarrassing it would be if people could read her mind.

Her dream last night wouldn't leave her alone. Of all the things to dream about why in the bloody hell had she dreamed of her brother kissing her? Something was wrong with her. Sure she had been happy to see him yesterday, sure she also felt a bit awkward and shy with him, sure she thought that he was handsome – but she was allowed to think that of him wasn't she? It was the same as thinking Bran was adorable or that Arya was pretty. It didn't mean anything.

So then why…?

She pushed it out of her mind for the hundredth time that say and focused on the lecture instead.

Afterwards, she met Jon for a coffee as was their custom and then headed to her father's office to work for a few hours. She was a few minutes late and when walked into the building, which was really just an old house converted into offices, her father was standing there looking disapprovingly at her. "You're late."

She arched a brow. "By five minutes."

"So? You have commitments, Sansa, it's best to keep them."

She rolled her eyes.

"Leave her alone, Dad," Robb said as he came out of their father's office. He smiled at Sansa and then winked.

Sansa couldn't look at him without thinking of her dream and she looked instead back at her father. A smile was tugging the corner of his mouth and she walked up to him and swatted him on the arm playfully. "You had me going!" she scolded him.

He laughed and walked away, leaving Sansa and Robb alone. She had felt awkward with him last night to begin with, and now that she'd had this dream about him she felt even more awkward.

"Are you all right?" Robb asked. "You look a little flushed."

"Oh, uh, it's just warm outside and I just had a coffee with Jon, so—"

"Jon? Who's Jon?"

"A friend of mine from school."

"Are you…dating him? You said last night you weren't dating anyone."

She arched a brow. "Are you getting all big brother-y on me?"

He sighed. "I think I am. You mind?"

"Well…I guess not. I'm older than everyone else so I'm always the one looking out for them. I guess it wouldn't be so bad to have someone looking out for me."

Sadness passed over his features and Sansa didn't know what to make of it or what to do.

"I wanted to be here for you," he said softly. "I just couldn't be anymore."

She reached out and touched his arm. He flinched. That surprised her and she started to pull her hand away. He grabbed it and squeezed and looked down at her with those intense eyes that…

That she remembered from her dream.

Her heart started to race. She pulled her hand back. "I didn't mean anything by it," she said. "I didn't say that to make you feel guilty."

"I know," he said quietly.

"Okay, so stop looking like I just told you I drowned a puppy on the way to work."

He laughed then and Sansa relaxed. Sort of. His smile really just lit up his whole face.

"Dad has a stack of files he wanted me to give you," he said.

Sansa groaned. "Of course he does." She headed for her father's office and Robb followed her. "How was your first day?" she asked him as they walked inside and she set her backpack down on the floor. She immediately went for the desk toward the back of the room that took up most of the room and picked up the stack of files on the end of it.

"Oh, wait," Robb said and took the top two files from the top. He frowned. "Wait…"

Amused, Sansa moved so that she was standing next to him and turned the files so that they were laying across her arms and he could see the names of them. He started to look through them and Sansa caught a whiff of his cologne. He smelled good. As he peered at the files his arm kept brushing her and she was pretty sure she could feel his flexed muscle through his white button down shirt.

And why was she thinking about his muscles and how he smelled?

"Okay, got it," he said.

She smiled slightly and then left the room to file what was remaining without saying a word or even looking at him.

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Sansa was the flame. And Robb was the moth. He couldn't stop himself from seeking her out. He found her in the breakroom, sitting at one of the tables with a bottle of water in her hand. She was sitting with someone Robb hadn't met yet. A woman with long curly hair, sharp blue eyes, and a smile that looked almost deadly. The woman jumped up, smiling at him. She was petite and wore a modest blue dress and flats. She held out her hand to him. "I'm Margaery, one of the paralegal's here. You're Robb Stark."

Robb took her hand and shook it. "I am. Nice to meet you, Margaery."

Margaery looked him up and down and smirked. "Indeed."

He looked at Sansa whose brows were arched as she watched the exchange. A faint smile tugged at the corners of her mouth. He inched toward her until he was standing behind her, his hands on the back of her seat. She shifted in her seat and he felt a jolt go through him at the feel of her hair brushing against his hands. Sometimes when he'd kissed Sansa he would wrap her hair around his hand. The softness of it, the scent – he loved her hair.

"No need to hide behind your sister, Robb Stark," Margaery said with a grin. "I don't bite. Not hard anyway."

Robb didn't know what to say. He'd been flirted with before, and he'd even flirted, but it had always been subtle. This felt a bit aggressive and he didn't really know what to do.

Sansa stood then, creating a barrier between him and Margaery. "Margaery, stop freaking him out," she scolded her friend gently.

Margaery laughed and started for the exit. "I'll see you around, handsome," she purred and left.

"Yikes," Robb said.

Sansa turned to face him. "She likes to make people uncomfortable sometimes. Kind of like testing the waters a little…? She's fun though."

"She made me feel like a piece of meat."

"Women have to deal with that crap every day. It's only fair that you men should have to deal with it as well once in a while."

"Fair enough," Robb said with a smile. "Sit with me?"

"I can't. I'm actually heading out now for a class."

Robb frowned. "At four in the afternoon?"

"Not school class – yoga class."

Robb's mind raced with all possible positions Sansa could twist herself into. It was possible he was getting hard. He sat down. "Oh? You didn't mention that last night."

She shrugged. "It's not a big deal. Just after the accident I couldn't move around so well. I was really stiff and everything hurt and someone suggested I try yoga. It worked. It made me feel better and relaxed me so I kept it up."

"That is a big deal, Sansa," he said. It hurt that he didn't know the physical pain she'd been in afterwards. And that he hadn't been there to help her. "It helped you and it's obviously something that continues to help you. I think that's amazing."

She smiled shyly. "Thanks."

"Maybe you could teach me a few moves."

"You never should have said that," she said. "Mom and Dad and – okay, everyone in our family was so tired of me showing them different positions when they'd complain about an ache or whatever. If anyone just shows a smidgeon of interest I am all over it like white on rice."

"You can show me any position you want," he told her and hoped his voice hadn't really dropped as low as it sounded to him. He was imagining Sansa's hands on him. His on her. God, he really needed to stop this.

"You asked for it!" she said, but she looked pleased.

Robb considered the idea that maybe their mother had some cause to worry about him and his intentions.