Sansa woke with a start. Where was she? What day was it? Was there a dragon in this room…?

"San? You okay?"

A light came on and Sansa realized that she was in Robb's bedroom, in his bed, and she had no idea how she got there. Her head was at the foot of the bed while his was at the top. She stared at him. "What is even happening right now?"

He sat up against his headboard. He wasn't wearing a t-shirt. Sansa tried not to stare at his chest. She had no business looking at his chest. She wanted to tell him to put on a t-shirt for cripes sake. She didn't like that she couldn't stop noticing these things lately. She also didn't like that she oftentimes couldn't help herself from ogling him when he'd walk around shirtless. He was her brother and therefore she should not be doing it.

He smiled gently at her. "You were sleepwalking," he said. "You came in my room and just grabbed a pillow and laid down at the foot of the bed the way we used to do when we were kids."

She blinked. "I did?"

"Yup. You seemed to fall back to sleep so I let you. Then you started talking. Now, I understand the sleep talking thing, but what I don't understand is the princess dragon dream and how I'm part of it."

Ah. The dream. Some of it was slipping away from her now, but she remembered a tower, being trapped in said tower and Robb coming to rescue her and some bad dragon that was trying to get to her before he did. She didn't feel she could tell him that though. It felt like maybe she would cross a few lines by telling him he'd been her knight in shining armor in her dream and that she'd been in love with him in it and him with her.

"It's already gone," she lied.

"I see." He climbed off the bed, grabbed his pillow and placed it down next to hers. Then he lay down beside her. "I had just shut out the light when I felt the bed jerk. I figured you'd just woken yourself up." He reached out and brushed some hair from her face. Sansa tried not to lean into his touch. "You okay?"

She yawned and nodded. "I'm okay. I don't know what any of that was about." She rolled onto her back. "I should probably get up and go back to my room."

"You can stay," he said softly. "If you want."

She turned her head to look at him. "Yeah?"

He nodded. "You looked a little spooked when you came in here the first time, and then just now after you woke up. Maybe this is like those times when we were kids and you'd ask me to chase the monsters in your closet away. Maybe you need to stay in here so I can chase your nightmares away."

The monsters in her head weren't of the large and scaly clawed kind anymore. No, the monsters in her head were of the 'I think I'm in love with my brother' kind. But, she couldn't seem to stop herself from wanting to be near him.

She wasn't sure if it was a good thing or a bad thing that her relationship with Robb had never been combative like hers was with Arya. If she and Robb had argued like cats and dogs would she be having all these feelings for him otherwise? But if she did argue with him like she did Arya, then she might not feel as whole as she did when she was with Robb.

"I'll stay," she said. He smiled at her, his blue eyes so gentle. Then he sighed and started to get up. Sansa's hand jutted out and she grabbed his arm. He looked down at her hand and then at her. "Can you…stay…here?" she asked.

He nodded, looking solemn and like something else she couldn't put a name to. "Yes," he said. "Let me just get the light."

"Okay."

She could barely make him out in the darkness when he lay back down next to her but she felt his hand very near hers when he did lay down. She thought maybe she should move hers…but then she didn't.

Sansa came out of her memory and tapped her forehead repeatedly as she said, "I am so sick of your shit." Then she closed her eyes and continued to tap it while singing, "Memories, like the corner of my mind…"

"What are you doing?"

Sansa's eyes popped open with her fingers pressed to her forehead, and she found Margaery and Robb standing in the doorway. Margaery was the one that had spoken. Robb looked concerned.

"Were you just hitting yourself in the forehead while singing a song from Cats?" Margaery asked.

"Yup."

"Are you okay, Sansa?" Robb asked. "Feeling all right?"

"Peachy. With a side of keen."

"You're always so clever, Sansa," Margaery said with a bit of a cackle as she poured herself a coffee. "I wish I could be as clever as you."

Robb sat down across from Sansa and looked at her quizzically. She ignored him.

"You know what we should do?" Margaery said as she put her coffee cup on the table and then sat down. "We should go on a double date. Me and Robb and you and Jon."

Sansa' eyes went wide. "That sounds like a phenomenal—"

"Right?"

"—ly bad idea," Sansa finished.

Margaery pouted. It was not cute. "Why?"

"The last thing I want to do is go on a date with my big brother there, just like I'm sure the last thing Robb wants to do is go on a date with his little sister." She looked at Robb and hoped he saw the 'You-better-fucking-agree-with-me' look in her eyes. "Right, big brother?"

"Robb will do what I tell him to do," Margaery said with a smirk.

Oh, no. She did not. "I'm sorry, but Robb is a grown man and you're not the boss of him. He'll do whatever he wants and you're not going to tell him what he will or will not do. Ever." Sansa snapped. Margaery's jaw dropped. "Why don't we ask Robb what he wants to do?" Sansa said and looked at him. "Robb, what would you like to do?"

His smile was wide as he looked at her, his eyes tender. "I want to go out with you . . . and Jon."

"Really?" Sansa deadpanned.

"I think I should get to know Jon better, don't you?" Robb asked.

"Yeah. It keeps me up at night thinking of how little you know him."

He laughed. "I thought it might. I mean, I know how important my opinion is to you. Just as yours is to me."

"So is it decided then?" Margaery asked. "Or did you want to bite my fucking head off for something else?"

"Margaery," Robb said and it sounded like a warning.

"What?" Margaery demanded defensively. "You were sitting right here when she snapped at me, right? And for no reason? I was just teasing."

No, you weren't, Sansa thought. "You know what, I'm done here. I'm just going to go home and take a bath with the toaster."

"Sansa, don't make jokes like that," Robb scolded her.

She shrugged and walked out of the breakroom and made her way down to her father's office to grab her things. He was in another meeting. She shut the door behind her and just sat for a minute to cool her temper. When Margaery made Robb sound like some kind of dog she could just order about it had really pissed her off. She didn't like Margaery talking about him that way. He didn't deserve that. No matter what she and Robb were now or in the past, Sansa did not want some girl ordering him about like that and treating him like he didn't matter.

She supposed it didn't help that she was jealous of Margaery. She hated that Margaery had blown him, hated that he was still dating her even if the only reason he was doing it was so he could appease their mother, and she hated that her memories were coming faster and faster now and stirring up all these feelings for him.

The door opened and in walked Robb. He shut the door behind him and Sansa just looked at him, trying to remain calm though she felt the monster inside her begin to scratch and claw at her, wanting badly to be released.

"Are you all right?" he asked. "Did you have another memory?"

Sansa got to her feet. She was going to do something stupid. Something that was the very opposite of what she'd been telling Robb they should do. Desperation made one do crazy things though, right? It made you act out, do things out of character, do things you know you shouldn't do and maybe, just maybe, if she just did it she would find that there was absofuckinglutely nothing there. That all that heat and passion in her dreams and in her memories now meant nothing. They were different people now. She knew she certainly was. So if she did the crazy thing and discovered there was much ado about nothing then they could both put it to bed. No pun intended.

Robb seemed to know what she was about seconds before she did it. His eyes darkened and he took a step toward her, reached for her, and Sansa reached for him and then their bodies collided. Their hands grasped frantically at one another and their lips met in a kiss that Sansa was pretty sure could end all kisses in the entire fucking world.

It was hot and passionate and didn't do exactly what Sansa had hoped it would. She'd hoped it would fall flat, that there would be nothing there. Instead, she felt as though she was going to burst into flames. They didn't just kiss each other, they devoured each other. The whole world fell away and it was just Robb. Robb in her arms. Robb's lips on hers. Robb's tongue touching her own.

Her feet left the ground as he lifted her and Sansa wrapped her legs around his waist without having to think about it. Their lips didn't part once as Robb pushed her against the wall behind her and continued kissing her. They nipped and sucked and licked at each other. Robb's hands dug into her ass where he held her and Sansa's hands were in his silken locks. She throbbed with need between her legs. He was hard against her.

They could have kissed for hours or seconds – Sansa just didn't know how long, all she knew was that she was nearing the point where she needed to take in some air. It was just that she couldn't bring herself to stop kissing him.

The voices outside their father's office put an end to it. Robb let her go and went to sit behind his father's desk. Sansa, in flight mode, grabbed her stuff and left the building. She felt as though she was outside her body. There was a roaring in her eyes. She couldn't think. She could only feel.

When she got to her car she didn't even remember walking to it. All she could see and feel was Robb. She stared out her windshield, hands on the wheel, and thought - I just made a huge mistake.