Robb let her go. He wasn't going to scare her by giving chase. Nor was he going to do anything to put him and Sansa in jeopardy with their mother. He licked his lips; he'd been so close he could almost taste her.

His heart thudded heard with anticipation and excitement as he began to pace. He felt as though he had an excess of energy he needed to purge. Those feelings for him had been stirred up. She'd had a very real, very physical reaction to him when he'd touched her. He looked down at himself (specifically his crotch) and chuckled. So had he.

Okay, so he couldn't get ahead of himself too much now though. She was still in the mindset that this was wrong and it couldn't happen. She would fight it, and that was to be expected. It sounded as though she had been fighting it since she'd starting having dreams/memories. He had to expect that she would. Though pre-accident Sansa had gone through her own bout of feeling as though something was wrong with her having fallen for him, she had been more willing after finding out how he felt.

Flashback

Robb wanted nothing more than to just lose himself in Sansa's kiss. He couldn't even believe that this was happening. That all this time he'd not been alone in feeling these things. Still though, he needed to know where she was at, what she was thinking. This was not the sort of thing to take lightly.

He pushed at her gently and when she realized what he was doing, she broke the kiss and buried her face in her hands. "Oh my God, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have – oh my God." She dropped her hands and stood, face red and unable to look at him. "Can we just go and forget this ever happened? I'm so mortified. I can't believe I did that. Let's just go." She started to walk away.

"Sansa, wait."

She stopped and turned. "I know. You think I'm gross."

"Not at all."

"Oh come on, Robb. I just laid a big fat kiss on you. How can you not?"

"Did you meant to do it? Did you know what you were doing?"

"Wouldn't my having done it meant that I knew what I was doing?" she asked. "Why would I have kissed you otherwise?"

"Maybe you were thinking of someone else."

She looked at him like he was crazy. "That makes no sense."

He sighed. "I just. . . I want you to have been sure…"

Her brow furrowed. "Why?"

He looked her in the eye. "Because I love you, Sansa. I was sitting here thinking how much I wanted to kiss you and then you did it."

She gaped at him. "You…love me?"

He nodded.

"Like a…brother?"

"There is that, yes,' he said and made his way over to her. He reached out and touched the side of her face and he noticed how his hand shook. Was this a dream? He felt like he'd had it so many times. "I love you as a boy loves a girl, as a man loves a woman…I'm in love with you, Sansa. I have been for a very long time now."

God, he hoped he hadn't admitted too much. His heart beat so hard he thought it might erupt right out of his chest. He wondered if she could hear it.

Then she broke into a wide smile. "I love you, too, Robb." And then she practically leapt forward to kiss him again. Robb held her face in his hands as he kissed her again and again and again. He couldn't get enough, and he couldn't get her close enough to him.

"Do you mean it?" he muttered against her lips and then kissed her before she could answer him.

"Yes," she managed to answer before their lips were fused together again.

Robb thought he might split into a million pieces due to sheer euphoria. He didn't know that such a feeling existed. He continued to hold her face in his hands as he just looked at her, studying every part of her beautiful face. "I've loved you for so long," he rasped. "I never thought I'd be here hearing you tell me you love me back."

She put her hands over his on her face. "I've felt this way for a long time, too," she said. "But I thought it was wrong and so I tried to fight it."

"I understand," he murmured, thinking of how he'd tried so hard to fight what he felt as well. "I don't want to fight it anymore, Sansa."

"I don't either," she whispered.

End Flashback

Sansa then had been more willing, but Sansa then had grappled with her feelings longer too. Plus, she'd been all of sixteen then and most sixteen-year-olds thought they were invincible. They didn't really think in terms of consequences to their actions. She'd been impetuous then; she wasn't so much anymore.

Robb figured the accident and resulting amnesia and injuries made this version of her cautious. She didn't seem as trusting, and seemed to like to stay to herself…or with Jon. He supposed now Jon was her shield. Her shield against her feelings (or so she thought) and her shield against him. She wondered though, if she thought of Margaery that way as well. The fact that she had obviously been jealous over Margaery going down on him made him think that perhaps Sansa would be perfectly fine if he were to end things with Margaery.

Well, that made both of them. Margaery's sexuality was too in-your-face and obvious whereas Robb preferred Sansa's sweet and subtle sexuality. It was always the little things with Sansa that drove him wild – a heated glance, a knowing smirk, when she'd stretch like a cat in front of him and he could do nothing about it…Sansa liked to tease. But she was never overt about it. And then there were times when she would just nestle right into him as if he was her pillar of strength. He often thought it the other way around.

Sansa was home to him. Not the kind one found with one's family, but the kind one found in the partner they wanted to spend their life with. Without Sansa, Robb felt as though he was missing a vital part of himself – like a piece of his soul. He bled like an open wound without her. He wondered if some part of her felt that. Was it wrong to hope that she did? Or would eventually if she didn't already?

Robb wanted her back so badly that his thoughts were muddled on how to make that happen. He knew he had to give her space, but how much did he give her? Could he crowd her a little? Did he act like nothing was between them or did he attempt to draw her out? Did he attempt a subtle and slow seduction or did he leave her be and let her come to him?

She would come to him…right?

He needed sleep. He had a class before work and he needed to be on top of his game. Yet he knew he wouldn't be able to get his body and his mind to shut down for a long while. Not with the thoughts that spun around his mind, not with Sansa upstairs probably just as restless as him. Maybe he'll burn in hell for not taking the out she was giving him. They could put their past to rest and move on with their lives in the company of others like Jon and Margaery (he made a face at that).

Maybe he will.

He just didn't care.

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Sansa didn't have dreams/memories that night. No, when she was finally able to fall into sleep – fitful as it was – she dreamt instead of having allowed Robb to kiss her. In her dream the kiss had erupted into something passionate and desperate, as if they couldn't get close enough. They'd gripped each other so tightly Sansa swore she could feel his hands on her, biting into her skin, when she awoke.

She dragged herself out of bed, going through the motions of preparing herself for the day while her body protested every single move she made. She braced herself for the possibility of seeing Robb on her way out the door and found she was almost disappointed when she didn't.

She scolded herself for such feelings on her way to school and when Jon met her before one of their classes and kissed her, she was even more disappointed not to feel the same heat in that kiss as she'd felt in her dream kiss with Robb.

She wanted to not go into the office that day. She wasn't ready to see Robb so soon – she needed time to think, to decompress, to sort it all out and put everything in their place. Robb was her family, not her lover, so he belonged in the box marked family. Jon was her boyfriend. He belonged in the box marked boyfriend. There could not be and would not be any blurred lines. There would be no leaping out of boxes to take the place of someone in another box.

She didn't just waltz into the office as she usually did. No, she Natasha Romanoved it and slipped in quietly, ears perked up, eyes scanning the perimeter. She didn't see Robb anywhere. Or Margaery. She passed by a couple paralegals with a smile and made her way to her father's office down the hall. His door was half-open. She peered inside and her eyes darted around. The coast was clear.

"If you're looking for Dad, he had a meeting."

Sansa jumped a mile at the sound of Robb's voice behind her. She turned around and glared at him.

"What?" he asked innocently.

"Nothing," she muttered.

"Hmmm…" he took a step toward her and she had no choice but to step back into her father's office. Once they were inside fully, Robb shut the door and folded his arms across his chest. "You look tired. Did you sleep well?"

"Did you?" she countered.

"Not at all."

"So, I've been thinking…"

"I'm sure you have." He sounded almost amused.

"We should just, you know, put a pin in all of it."

"All of what precisely?

"Our past."

"I see."

The way he looked at her with such intensity caused her to fidget under his gaze – she felt it like a caress. She averted her eyes, hating the way she reacted to him so easily. From her dreams/memories, it had always been like that.

"Maybe the accident was kind of like a second chance? A do-over if you will," she said.

"We had five years one month and one week worth of a do-over, Sansa. And yet here we are again."

"We're not really anywhere, Robb. I just happen to now be in possession of a few memories, that's all. That's really—" she jumped when he placed his hand on her shoulder. Her skin felt tight. She felt the gooseflesh rise. "What are you doing?"

"Proving a point. You were saying?" he asked. "That's really…?"

Oh, so he wanted to play, did he? Well, fine. Sansa clenched her jaw and steeled herself against his touch. "That's really—" He now slid his hand down her arm slowly. "All that's there and all we—" Now he took her hand and placed it on his chest. His heart was racing under her palm. She stared at her hand on his chest. "…that's there…"

" 'All we that's there'? Exactly what does that mean?" he asked. He then reached out and placed his hand over her heart. His eyes darkened. She ached for him to cover her breast with his hand. "Your heart races, too."

"I had a lot of coffee this morning."

"Did you dream of me last night?"

"Yes." Fuck. She hadn't meant to admit that.

"A memory?"

She swallowed hard and lifted her chin. "No."

His smile was slow, predatory. "Oh? What was it about? What were we doing?"

She was about to retort with something smart when they heard the door opening. They leaped apart and Sansa's felt like she was going to have a heart attack. Robb easily schooled his features into one of nonchalance and Sansa figured he'd had enough practice with that in the past. Like riding a bike for him, she supposed, to pretend that nothing was going on.

Sansa didn't remember much of that – certainly hadn't practiced subterfuge on that scale for a long time. When she saw her father walk in, eyes crinkling into a smile as he saw his two eldest in his office, Sansa was once again reminded why this path Robb seemed intent on putting them back on had to be put to an end.