A/N: Hey guys, I'm back! Sorry for the absence, here's a new chapter for you. Beforehand though, I just thought I'd let you know about the different parts coming up since a lot of you seem curious. Parts one and two obviously set up our two pairs. Part three will involve more familial drama (enter Cersei and co.) Part four and five will then have more outside drama impacting on them. I'm not sure if I'll wrap it up in five or whether there will be a six but we'll see!

unnamed visitor: Thank you so much as always! Aww, glad you enjoyed the bath scene ;) Haha, yes you may well be right, I think Jaime would have been scarred for life had he burst up there to find her! Poor Jaime and Lana will have to adjust without her but part three will see them reunited! Steffon will indeed feature in part three, but there are a few more fluffy Robb/Amy chapters to come first. Hope you enjoy the new chapter!

ItsLiz: Don't worry, I know the feeling of not having enough hours in the day! Haha, I'm so glad you love them, yep, Robb sure found a way around the floor problem. Hehe, I think Amy is enjoying her wifely duties so far! Oh yes, Jaime and Lana will always have their spark bless them! Jaime and Lana will be back with a vengeance in part three. Two chapters of Robb/Amy goodness to come first though. Hope you enjoy!

Right-ho guys, onwards! Hope you enjoy!

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Adjusting

When Robb woke Amy's head was missing from his chest as ever it seemed to be and he smiled slightly to himself, turning his head to see her lying on her stomach with her arms wrapped around her head as always. She would always fall asleep in his arms but at some point in the night she obviously reverted back to what he assumed was the way she had always slept before. He rolled onto his side and propped himself up on his elbow before he let his free hand come and run lightly down her back. She stirred then and he leant in to press a kiss to the smooth skin towards the top of her back and she grumbled sleepily. One thing he had learned in the week they had been married so far was that she did not like getting up in the mornings. She had to though, unfortunately. Both she and Robb were now expected to take on a role in the running of Winterfell since they would one day run it themselves. Today was Amy's first day effectively trailing his mother around and learning what she would one day be expected to do day in and day out. She raised her head up from the pillow then and he had to smile at her bleary eyes and slightly confused expression as she turned her face towards him.

"Morning," he greeted.

"My hair's a mess," she stated and he snorted in amusement.

"Do you always sleep like that?" he asked her.

"Yes," she nodded before she rolled onto her back and pushed her tangled tresses out of her face; "Elsa used to despair of fixing my hair in the mornings"

"Do you miss having an attendant?" he asked her.

"No," she shook her head, "I miss Elsa but I'm perfectly capable of dressing and presenting myself. It was grandfather who insisted I have her"

"Hmm," he agreed with her, bringing his hand up to stroke tenderly down her cheek.

"I don't know how you can look at me like that, I must look a frightful mess," she said.

"I happen to think you look rather heavenly in the mornings," he told her, leaning in to press his lips to hers and delighting in the hum of pleasure that escaped from her.

"Either you are deluded or a liar," she smiled at him when he finally pulled away.

"Neither," he said, pecking at her lips again, "and I would prove it to you if we had the time"

"We have to get up," she said simply but Robb could swear he saw disappointment in her eyes.

"Unfortunately," he sighed, pushing himself up into a sitting position and stretching his muscles awake before he climbed out of bed.

As he walked towards the dresser he could feel Amy's eyes on him. He imagined he would feel slightly more embarrassed about being completely naked in her presence if she didn't make him feel so utterly comfortable in such a bare state. His fears about not being good enough for her and not being able to satisfy her had been well and truly laid to rest since the wedding night. She had made her approval of his body abundantly clear to him by the way she touched every inch of him she could reach and the way she pressed kisses lovingly to his chest and shoulders. Even the way she looked at him reassured him beyond all doubt that the want he had for her, the indescribable need he had for her, was only matched by her own for him. He pulled out his clothes then and began pulling them on as Amy finally crawled out of bed and towards her vanity. Like him, she seemed completely happy to wander their chambers naked and he sincerely hoped that that would never change. She pulled her brush through her hair as he fastened his doublet up before sitting down on the end of the bed to lace up his boots.

"I'd best go, my father's expecting me early," he told her as he rose back up.

"Make sure you get something to eat first," she replied and he smiled as he came towards her.

"I will," he promised, laying his hands down on her shoulders before pressing a kiss to her hair.

"Do I not get a proper goodbye?" she asked him with a raised brow and he leant down further to capture her lips in a slow kiss for a long moment.

"I'll see you later," he breathed when he finally pulled away.

"I can't wait," she replied and he pecked her lips one more time before wrenching himself away from her and going for the door.

Amy returned to their chambers after sharing a light luncheon with Lady Stark. The morning had gone by in some kind of blur but she was hopeful that she had managed to take in everything that her good-mother had told her. She had been released for the day after luncheon and had decided she would wander out into the gardens, first though she needed to retrieve her cloak from her chambers as there was a light drizzle in the air. It wasn't enough to keep her indoors but it was just enough that she thought keeping a hood up over her head would be beneficial. She would make the most of her free afternoon as Lady Stark had told her they would be looking over supplies and accounts the next morning. Amy remembered doing that with her mother at the Rock all too well and she knew that it would likely take longer than a morning to complete the task. She pushed open the door to her chambers then and faltered slightly when she saw Robb was already inside, his eyes scanning a piece of parchment that she could see was covered in numbers, more piled up on the table in front of him. He looked up and smiled as she came in and instantly she forgot all about going for a walk out in the gardens.

"I didn't think you'd be here," she said.

"My father has no more need of me, although he wants me to look these over by tomorrow," he said.

"What are they?" she asked him curiously.

"Accounts," he said.

"Your mother and I are doing those tomorrow," she said.

"Aye," he smiled slightly, "my mother does those for the household; my father does the rest"

"That's how it is at the Rock," she commented, coming to lay her hand on his shoulder.

"Are you done for the day?" he asked her.

"Yes," she confirmed, "I was going to go for a walk, but then … I wasn't expecting you …"

"Hmm," he mused, placing the parchment down and tilting his head up to look at her; "and what do you suppose a newly married couple ought to do with a free afternoon?"

"We could go through those numbers together?" she suggested innocently and he grinned.

"We could," he agreed, rising up to his feet now; "but I think I have a much better idea …"

Before Amy could respond his lips were on hers and he was kissing her deeply as her lips parted to allow him to slip his tongue into her mouth. Her stomach was in knots in a moment, her hands finding the lacings of his doublet and swiftly pulling on them to loosen it. He pulled his arms away from her then so he could shrug out of it, his lips still working perfectly with her own. She let her own hands pull on the laces of her dress as his came to settle on her hips and roam downwards so he could squeeze her bottom firmly. Amy broke their kiss, her breathing ragged as she desperately tugged his shirt out from the waistband of his breeches and pulled it up and over his head. He helped her with it, tossing it aside as she placed her warm hands to his chest and pushed him backwards towards the bed. Robb allowed himself to drop heavily onto it, leaning back against the pillows and eyeing her hungrily as she let her dress fall away. She was only clad in her shift then as she knelt one knee on the bed next to Robb and unthread the laces of his breeches. He inhaled sharply as she hooked her fingers under the waistband of them and tugged them down his hips.

Robb lifted his hips up so she could drag his breeches all the way off him and toss them away. Her hands came to the laces of her shift in the next instant and she untied them in one motion and let the thin, silky material pool at her feet. Robb could only blink at her as she came to the foot of the bed, her hands coming to his knees as she scooted up between his legs. She let her touch travel up his thighs, feeling the perfect coarseness of the hair that covered them contrasting with the smooth skin beneath. Robb suppressed a groan as she lowered her body down towards his, her mouth coming to press wet kisses to the spot just above his navel. He let his hands fist in the bed sheets as her tongue came to trace the trail of fine hair that led from his navel down to his length. Her mouth was so close to him now that he thought he would explode and he could scarce believe what she was doing when she allowed her tongue to swirl around the length of him. He really did groan then as she pressed kiss after kiss to the end of his length, her tongue gently caressing the tip of him. This was something Theon had told him about but he had never imagined Amy doing it to him. He had always assumed it was just a whore's trick and in his mind he had never quite understood why anyone would want it done to them.

He understood now, he understood all too well as Amy slowly took him into her mouth. He groaned out again, almost ashamed of how loud he was as she began to slowly take him in and out of her mouth, her fingernails pinching just the right amount of pressure into his upper thighs. His hands clenched even harder in the bed sheets then and he knew that if he didn't stop her now he would peak and surely he shouldn't. Not like this. "Amy," he managed to form her name through the pleasurable haze, "Amy … Gods Amy … stop …" She did as he had asked her, her head snapping up to look at him, her eyes wide and uncertain. "Did you not like it?" she asked him fearfully and he shook his head, his hands coming to close gently around her wrists and encourage her further up his body. "I liked it a little too much," he told her and a light blush appeared on her cheeks as she crawled further up his body. "Why did you stop me?" she asked, her hands resting on his stomach before gliding firmly up his chest to rest on his shoulders. "I didn't want to spend myself like that," he told her, rubbing his own hands up and down her thighs as she came to straddle his lap; "I didn't think it would be very pleasurable for you."

"I'm your wife," she whispered, bending her head down to press kisses across his chest now; "isn't one of my duties to pleasure you?" He couldn't help but groan in response as she rocked her hips slightly against his, her lips still trailing hot, wet kisses along his chest and up towards his neck. "I suppose," he agreed as she rocked her hips again; "but I don't want you to do anything you won't like … I want you to have pleasure as well," he told her as she continued to attack his neck, his hands clenching around her upper thighs. "I do," she breathed against his skin then, one of her hands travelling from his shoulder and down the length of his arm to take his hand and guide it between her legs. "You see?" she breathed as she encouraged him to cup her intimately, his fingers moving against her and feeling her arousal. He could only hum out a response as her lips suddenly came to his again to kiss him deeply. If anything she became ever wetter for him as he allowed his fingers to continue to glide against her for another long moment before he could sense that neither of them could hold on any longer.

Amy moaned out in relief into Robb's mouth as his hands wandered to grip her hips and encourage them to rise up so he could encourage her down onto his length. She didn't need much encouragement, she was always more than happy to be as one with him. Regretfully she broke their kiss and straightened up so she could slowly circle her hips around him, her motion allowing her to take him into her almost agonisingly slowly. When every inch of him was buried inside her she let out a long sigh of satisfaction before she began to rock slowly back and forth, her hands coming to brace against his chest as she continued her movement. Robb's hands travelled down from her hips and came to cup around her bottom, his fingers digging into the supple flesh and encouraging her to take all of him in on each roll of her hips, the feel of her tightly enclosed around him feeling so incredible. She let her nails pinch into the hard muscles of his chest as she quickened her pace ever so slightly, feeling Robb's hips buck up beneath her in time, his action somehow managing to ensure he buried even more deeply inside her on each thrust.

She tilted her head back, her golden curls tumbling down her back as she closed her eyes and moaned out. Robb couldn't take his eyes from her and the way her perfect body moved above him, his own breathing coming sharply as he watched her bringing him and herself so much pleasure. His eyes were drawn from her face which was set in a perfect picture of sweet agony and down the smooth line of her throat towards her collarbone and chest. Her breasts were bouncing irresistibly as she rocked against him, tiny beads of sweat forming on her skin and rolling between the valley of the two perfect mounds. She was sheer perfection. The very definition of it and Gods he loved her. He loved what she did to him and how she made him feel. It wasn't just touching her or making love to her, it was just being in her mere presence. Feeling the weight of her hand pressed into the crook of his elbow. The way she knew exactly what he was going to say before he said it and the way he felt he could understand what she was thinking just from the way she cocked her head to one side or the way her lips quirked up. She was everything, everything, to him and he just knew he could never lose her. Lose this feeling. It was too good, probably too good to be allowed but he would savour it for as long as there was breath in his body.

Her sharp cries drew his attention then and his fingertips sank ever further into the flesh of her bottom as she began to tighten even further around him. He couldn't help the groan that left his own mouth as she let her fingernails rake down his chest. The sting felt good; the perfect contrast to the sheer pleasure that was surrounding his length. His own end was building up in him and he knew she would trigger it as soon as she peaked. In the next second his thought became reality as she cried out loudly, her golden head tilted back as she mumbled his name over and over again as the peak of her pleasure came for her. His own end came then and he groaned out in sheer relief as he spilled himself into her tight warmth, feeling her nails dig into his chest again lightly as he did so. In the next moment he managed to haul himself up to face her, letting his tongue wander up between her breasts and taste the slight salty tang of her skin on his lips. Her arms came around him, her hands settling flat on his back as his own wandered up to her own. She dropped her head down to his shoulder as they both tried to regain their breath and he clutched her closer, his own head coming to lay down against her own shoulder in response.

Robb brushed her hair gently away from her neck after a time so he could press kisses to the smooth flesh of it. She sighed out happily in response and he smiled against her skin as one of her hands travelled up to entwine in the curls at the nape of his neck. "You're incredible," he breathed out then and she smiled widely against his shoulder before pressing a kiss to his soft skin. "I think I could stay here forever," she said in response and he kissed her neck firmly again. "If only," he commented after a moment and she hummed her agreement as she continued stroking her fingers through his hair. He wanted to tell her he loved her then but he refrained. Saying the words in his head was daunting enough but the thought of saying them out loud terrified him. He had heard Amy tell her parents she loved them and he had longed for her to say the same words to him. So far she hadn't and he wondered if it was because she didn't love him or whether she was just as terrified of admitting her feelings as he was. He would tell her, he promised himself that as he pulled her even more tightly against him, he would tell her soon.

"Does it make sense?" Amy asked nervously as Lady Stark looked over her workings of the accounts.

"Perfect sense," her good-mother smiled after a moment and Amy ceased chewing on her bottom lip.

"Good," she said in a relieved voice and Lady Stark's smile only widened.

"There's no need to be so nervous Amella, believe me you are doing a wonderful job so far. I would expect you to make some mistakes, it is how you learn but you have done everything perfectly. Your mother must have taught you well," Lady Stark said kindly.

"I did sometimes help her at the Rock, but I've never done it myself before," Amy replied.

"Casterly Rock is far bigger than Winterfell so it should be no trouble for you," she said.

"I don't know about that," Amy said, a slight blush on her cheeks.

"There is no need to be modest," her good-mother assured her, "you are clearly more than capable of running a household of this size by yourself"

"Thank you Lady Stark, I only hope I will not have to for many years yet," Amy smiled.

"As do I my dear," she laughed lightly.

"I am happy to help you though," Amy added quickly.

"And I am grateful," Lady Stark said, "but enough of this now … how are you settling into everything else?"

"What do you mean?" Amy frowned slightly.

"Adjusting to married life can be quite a change," she smiled.

"I suppose it has been," Amy conceded, "but I have no complaints whatsoever"

"Robb was worried about you missing home," Lady Stark said sympathetically.

"Sometimes I think Robb worries a little too much," Amy sighed; "but then I suppose that is one of the reasons I love him so much"

"You love him?" her good-mother raised her brows in surprise and Amy flushed at once.

"I spoke without thinking," she said quickly, "oh … please don't tell him I said that Lady Stark!"

"Don't fret," Lady Stark soothed her at once, "surely it is a good thing?"

"It is," Amy nodded, "but I … I'm not sure I should confess it so soon, we have only been married a short while and my mother urged caution"

"I see," she smiled, "I will say nothing Amella, but I know Robb feels very strongly about you. I wouldn't be surprised if he was harbouring such feelings of his own"

"Do you think he would tell me?" Amy asked her then, her eyes wide.

"I'm sure in time you will find the courage to tell one another," she assured her and Amy smiled.

"Thank you Lady Stark," Amy said brightly.

"It was nothing," her good-mother said dismissively.

"For everything," Amy continued, "you and your family have made me feel so welcome since I arrived. It is no wonder I already feel so at home here."

Catelyn didn't know what to say to that so she merely reached out and clasped her hand around one of Amy's for a moment. The two women shared a smile then before Catelyn pulled her hand back and smiled warmly at her good-daughter for a moment. "You can go now if you like," she said, "there is nothing else to be done today." Amy thanked her and rose gracefully to her feet. They exchanged farewells then before Amy made her way towards the door, Catelyn's eyes following her progress. If she was honest, she had been uncertain of Amy when she had first arrived at Winterfell. She had worried that an only child from a house as wealthy as the Lannister's would be a spoilt and indulged little thing but she had been pleasantly surprised to find Amy polite and courteous. She was forever grateful and never treated anyone as though they were beneath her. Catelyn imagined that she would make a wonderful Lady of Winterfell when the time came.

She smiled slightly to herself then. Initially she had been surprised by Amy's accidental confession of love for Robb but now she had had time to think on it she realised that it was so glaringly obvious. The pair had been nigh inseparable since she had arrived at Winterfell and even before then they had built up a close bond through their years of letter writing. Robb had always been that little bit happier on the days that a letter bearing a lion seal had been delivered to him. It struck Catelyn that the both of them had likely lost their hearts to one another along the way without even realising it. For both of their sakes she hoped that one of them would pluck up the courage to voice their feelings. That final barrier to a truly happy marriage would be removed then and Catelyn was certain that the both of them would feel a weight lifted from them if they did confess their love. She sighed then. Truly it wasn't any of her business and she wouldn't meddle in it, so long as her son and good-daughter kept one another smiling then that was all that mattered to her.

A/N: One more chapter of Robb/Amy loveliness to come before we move on to part three. Hope you enjoyed this one, more soon!

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