Jon was a few inches shorter than Sansa. He had shoulder length curly hair and a beard. Should he dwell on the fact that he himself had curly hair (though not long like Jon's), and a beard as well?

Probably not.

Robb rather felt that Sansa was apt in describing Jon as a "puppy". He was soft spoken and he looked at Sansa as with a reverence in his eyes that made Robb envious (and jealous). Robb had always had to watch how he looked at Sansa. No lingering looks, no trace of tenderness that went beyond how a brother might look at his sister. He couldn't pay any more attention to her than his other siblings when they were all in the house together.

Jon had a firm grip when Robb shook his hand. Under different circumstances, Robb thought he might like Jon. He certainly didn't give Robb the sense that there was something lurking under that gentle exterior like Joffrey had. If only Robb had followed his instincts then instead of being caught up in his jealousy over Sansa going out with someone else then he and Sansa would probably be overseas by now, living the life they'd imagined for themselves.

He didn't think he had cause to worry about Sansa's safety with Jon, but he knew he wouldn't be able to keep his mind from wondering if Jon would kiss her and touch her – and if Sansa would like his kisses and touches. So, while he might in other circumstances like Jon, he actually hated him. Jon got to do all the things that were now denied Robb, and he hated every man, every woman, and every goddamn couple that got to be open about how they felt.

Not for the first time Robb wondered if he was headed for a mental breakdown. He also wondered what in the hell was wrong with him that he had wanted to come home.

"Have fun tonight," Sansa said and kissed his cheek before heading out with Jon. Oh yes, he thought as his cheek tingled from that brief contact and her perfume filled his nose. That was why he'd come home.

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"So, I'm really nervous," Sansa said once they were in Jon's blue Toyota Camry. "I took a shot of vodka before you showed up."

Jon laughed as he turned on the car and pulled out into traffic. "Really?"

She nodded and dug into her purse for Altoids. She opened the tin and offered him one. He took one and then Sansa did. She wondered if Jon would kiss her tonight. If he did, she sure hoped she didn't suck at it.

She didn't know how pre-accident Sansa kissed. She didn't know if there were others before Joffrey. She didn't know if she'd been felt up, didn't know if someone had ever touched her down there, and she certainly had no idea if she'd ever had sex.

She'd asked her old high school friends sometime after the accident but they hadn't known how far she'd gone with Joffrey, and according to them she hadn't really dated anyone before him. They said she kissed some guy during a high school dance freshman year, and they clearly remembered Robb breaking it up and threatening the guy's life if he saw the guy's hands even "an inch near her ass".

Sansa certainly hoped she hadn't had sex with Joffrey. What a terrible person to waste her first time with. She wondered if Jon had been right. If her aversion to dating all stemmed from her subconscious knowing what a disaster it had been. It was odd to her that Joffrey had been responsible for the accident she and Robb had been in, but she didn't feel the same kind of anger and betrayal that the rest of her family did. To her he was the same as any random stranger that hit someone while drinking and driving. Sure, he was an asshole for doing it and she was pissed that because of him she didn't remember much, but she felt none of the betrayal when her parents had lamented that they thought he'd been such a nice boy. She didn't feel like the victim of abuse, and it didn't make any sense to her that she had been.

In all she'd read about victims of domestic abuse, she just didn't fit the description. But then, perhaps pre-accident Sansa had been a hot mess that had attracted the abuser in Joffrey. It might explain why she now had so many walls up when it came to guys and making friends. Jon had slipped in, but for the most part she preferred to be alone. It was probably also because after her accident she hadn't remembered her friends and they'd been gone off to college before she could even get to know them again.

"Does it help to know that I'm nervous, too?" Jon asked her.

She smiled at him. "It does. So, where are we going?"

"I thought we could go to dinner and then just have a drink and talk?"

"We talk all the time."

In her head she heard Robb say, "Do you think I bring you here just to make love to you?"

Sansa's brow furrowed. Where had that come from? She thought she hadn't dreamt last night. Was it possible she had and just didn't remember it? That had to be it.

God. Had she been dreaming about her and Robb having sex?

What the fuck was wrong with her?

"Sansa? You okay?" Jon asked. "You look upset."

"Just remembering a bit of a dream I had last night," she muttered.

"A dream or a nightmare?"

Sansa didn't know how to answer that.

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Sansa had told Robb to expect the unexpected with Margaery, but he would never have thought she'd go down on him in the car during the second movie. The evening preceding that hadn't been horrible even if he wasn't into it. Margaery had a sense of humor he liked and she could carry a conversation well enough. He almost felt sorry for her. She was trying and he wasn't because he didn't care.

He wondered if she knew on some level that he didn't and so going down on him was some last ditch effort on her part. He'd been slow to react because he couldn't believe she was actually going for it. Before he could stop her, she had him exposed and her mouth was on him.

His body betrayed him. How could it not? He hadn't had sex in a long time and with being around Sansa again…

In California when he'd dated and slept with women, he told himself it was to fix his life. To move on past his obsession with Sansa and allow them to both have a normal life. He hadn't been cheating on her, he had been helping her – helping them both – by attempting to get over her.

Now though, being back home with Sansa right there (and yet so fucking far away from him), he felt as though he was cheating on her. If she knew what would she say? What would she feel?

She's your sister; she wouldn't care. She might even think it's gross, the traitorous voice in his head said.

His hand found its way to Margaery's soft locks and he gripped her hair lightly, shut his eyes, and pretended it was Sansa sucking him off to completion.

When his orgasm came, Robb had to stop himself from gasping his sister's name.

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Jon walked her to the door which Sansa thought was just the sweetest thing ever. She thought that was something most guys didn't do based on the things she heard in school from other girls complaining about their dates and boyfriends. She should have known that Jon would do something so gentlemanly and sweet.

She felt a bit loose from the drinks she'd had after dinner and so she was ready for Jon to kiss her if he planned on it. She wet her lips with her tongue and faced him demurely. "I had a really good time tonight, Jon," she told him. "But I always have a good time with you so that's not surprising."

He smiled, and she was gratified to find that he looked a bit nervous. Good. That meant he would try to kiss her. She really just wanted to get this first kiss post-accident out of the way…

"I did, too," he said. "Do you think we could do it again?"

She nodded. "Yes."

"Sansa, can I kiss you?"

She broke into wide smile and was thankful for the Altoids they'd sucked on, on the way home. "Yes."

He leaned in and –

And the fucking door opened behind them and the outside light turned on.

They both looked to see who had done it. Sansa expected Arya because it would be just like her sister to have impeccable timing.

It was Robb.

It was on the tip of her tongue to say Are you fucking kidding me? but she didn't. She was about to tell Robb to go away when Jon said, "Well, I guess I will see you later then, Sansa." He kissed her cheek, bid Robb goodnight, and was off.

Furious, Sansa pushed her way in the house, shut the door, and glared at her brother. "What. The actual. Fuck?"

"What?" He looked almost innocent, but there was something in his eyes that told her he had definitely timed that interruption perfectly.

"Robb, I was – Jon was—grrr." She started for her bedroom.

"Sansa, what the hell? Why are you so pissed at me for?"

She turned around and faced him. "You know why," she hissed. "You purposely just interrupted my first kiss."

He laughed. He actually fucking laughed. It was a dark kind of laugh because there was something dark about him right now. Almost dangerous. "Your first kiss? You've had kisses before tonight, Sansa."

"I told you I don't remember them," she snapped. "See, there's two Sansa's, Robb. There's pre-accident Sansa that I don't remember, and quite frankly I sometimes think that's best considering pre-accident Sansa made poor choices and went out with someone like Joffrey—"

"She didn't always make terrible choices," he said and started walking towards her. "She made some pretty good ones I think."

She ignored him "—then there's me now. Post-accident Sansa. She got a do-over thanks to pre-accident Sansa. Things like kissing and dating and boyfriends and relationships – they're new to me."

He moved into her space, crowding her, filling her nose with the scent of cologne and traces of Margaery's perfume. Also, she thought she might smell alcohol on him. She pushed at his chest, attempting to gain some space. She didn't understand why he was crowding her so. His hands curled around hers on his chest and he backed her up to the wall.

She was so stunned by his actions she couldn't even think straight enough to form words.

"You want to know about kissing, Sansa?" he said, his voice low. "I can tell you about kissing."

He wants to show you, the voice in her head said.

Her gaze dropped to his lips and she felt the air change to something even more charged. It scared her. She shoved him away and he stumbled back, eyes wide.

"You've been drinking," she observed.

"I had a few shots."

She wanted to ask if his date went well and he'd been celebrating, or if it had gone very wrong and he needed the shots to take the edge off.

She was also aware that she needed to get away from him. That charge in the air…it was making her heart race so fast she thought it might race right out of her chest. "Goodnight, Robb," she said and quickly ran up the stairs to her bedroom.

After she'd changed, washed her face, and brushed her teeth, Sansa lay in bed trying to conjure up what a kiss between her and Jon would have been like but the only face she could see was Robb's. She fell into a fitful sleep.