Chapter Sixteen

Friday night.

Or, as Margaery had started calling it, Double Date Night.

Still, it was a night that both Robb and Sansa were dreading. Robb wasn't sure how he was going to watch Sansa and Jon together. It made his top lip pull back in a sneer just thinking about it. And, he was pretty sure Sansa was harboring the same problem in regards to him and Margaery.

However, despite the night they were being forced to endure, a boon had been granted: Ned had announced that afternoon to Robb and Sansa that he was surprising their mother with a trip away for the weekend to celebrate their anniversary a couple weeks early.

Robb felt as though a two ton weight had been lifted from his shoulders. Despite the fact that Catelyn had backed off considering she thought Robb was oh so devoted to Margaery and Sansa was oh so devoted to Jon and still without her memories, Robb still felt the weight of her gaze any time he and Sansa were even so much as in the same room at the same time.

It would be a lot easier to navigate some alone time between him and Sansa without their mother around. Robb just hoped Sansa would be amenable to that. They hadn't interacted much since that day in the office when she'd begged him not to leave her.

Sansa needed time. When she was ready to come to him, she would. Robb was certain of it. Even if it was just to talk. He had hope and he was going to cling to that with every fiber of his being.

So, that night while he was getting ready for the double date, he dressed with Sansa in mind. He wore black jeans, a white scooped neck t-shirt with a print on it, a black suit jacket, and black shoes.

He had just put on some cologne when Catelyn came through his open door. "Oh, Robb. You look so handsome."

Robb grinned. "Think Margaery will approve?" And by Margaery I mean Sansa.

"I do." Catelyn came over and adjusted his collar the way she used to do when he was a boy. When she was done she looked at him and said, "I'm quite happy that you're dating Margaery. You both seem very happy together."

Either I'm a damn good actor or you're seeing what you want to see, Robb thought. Either way it worked to his benefit and he was fine with that. "We are."

"I still worry."

Robb sighed. "Mother—"

"I can't help it. I know that you are with Margaery and that Sansa seems quite happy with Jon, but with your father and I go away this weekend…"

"Mother, nothing is going to happen," Robb said and placed his hands on her shoulders. "Sansa and I don't have anything between us. She barely knows me. She is consumed with Jon, and I am the furthest thing from her mind. The only reason we are going out tonight together was because Margaery thought it would be a great idea."

"You can't blame me for worrying still. After what you two were doing…"

"And she still has no idea about any of it."

Catelyn nodded. "Okay."

"Hey."

Sansa stood in the doorway. Robb tried to react to how beautiful she looked. She wore dark jeans that Robb thought might have been painted on, a silver top that hinted at cleavage, and a fitted jacket over it. She walked further in the room and Robb noticed that the silver top rode up a bit causing some of her flat belly to show. He wanted to put his hand on that patch of skin so badly his palms ached.

"Wow, big brother, don't you clean up nice?" she teased.

Her makeup was smoky and her lips red and Robb just wanted to fucking kiss her.

"I try," he said smoothly. "Jon here?"

"He is. You ready or do you need some more time to primp?"

He shot her a look. "Very funny."

She grinned and kissed their Mother on the cheek. "I'm going to go up and save Jon from Dad and Bran. See you when you come back, Mom."

Catelyn smiled and hugged her. "Have a good time tonight, honey."

"Oh sure. I get to go out with my boyfriend with my brother tagging along," Sansa said with a roll of her eyes.

"Hey, I'm in the same boat, just the other way around," he told her.

She smiled at their mother, winked, and was off.

"I'd better go," Robb told his mother once Sansa was out of earshot. "Listen, don't worry about anything. There will be no raging parties, and there will be nothing going on between Sansa and I, okay?"

Catelyn nodded, smiled, and hugged him again before they went up the stairs.

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Sansa had insisted on sitting in the backseat with Jon on their way to pick up Margaery. Robb found the trip a test of his patience. Even Jon holding Sansa's hand in the backseat was too much for Robb.

Meanwhile Jon kept trying to engage Robb in conversation. He asked if Robb liked football, what TV shows he watched, if he liked to read, and what classes he was taking. Robb had to hand it to him for trying. Under other circumstances he would probably like Jon very much.

And then there was Margaery. She was…Margaery, but more "on" than usual. She dominated the conversation from the second she got in the car, telling them all some story about what happened when she went to get her nails done after work. Everything with her was a drama. Robb found it exhausting.

He only half listened. His mind was already at the end of the night when Margaery was home and Jon was gone and it was just him and Sansa alone. Sure, Rickon, Bran, and Arya were around, but they wouldn't think anything of Robb and Sansa hanging out together in Robb's room.

Robb realized he was probably get a bit ahead of himself.

They finally got the Hibachi restaurant they'd all agreed on going to and Robb had to remember to stay with Margaery. She was his date, not Sansa. When he saw Jon take Sansa's hand as they headed into the restrauant, Robb felt the frustration of not being able to do those things with her.

By some stroke of luck, and not by Robb's design at all, he and Sansa ended up sitting next to each other in the middle with Jon on Sansa's other side and Margaery on Robb's other side.

Their knees touched under the table – again, not by design, but because they were a bit packed in. Maybe the night won't be so bad after all, he thought.

"What's good here?" Robb asked Sansa.

"I'll tell you," Margaery said and leaned over, making sure that her cleavage was on display for him over his arm.

Robb listened to Margaery's suggestions and when she sat back, he turned his head toward Sansa and found her engaged in conversation with Jon, her head turned his way. The cascade of red hair was right there in front of him and Robb just wanted to reach out and run his fingers through it.

The waitress came over then to take their drink orders and Sansa surprised Robb by ordering a Scorpion Bowl for one. Jon ordered a beer, and Robb a water.

"Ooh, can we get a Scorpion Bowl, baby?" Margaery asked Robb and slung her arm through Robb's at the table. "Pwetty pwease?"

"I'm driving," he reminded her. "So no."

"Fine, then I'm going to get one. If Sansa is going to get shit-faced, then I am too." She leaned across Robb and he leaned back a little to give her room. "Hey, Sansa," she said loudly.

Sansa turned and looked at her. "Yeah?"

"Why don't we match each other on drinks?"

Sansa shrugged. "Whatever."

"I am going drink you under the table, Little Miss Priss," Margaery announced.

Sansa ignored her and shrugged off her jacket. Robb's mouth went dry. Her silver top was sleeveless. So much skin right there to run his hand along…

Sansa leaned to the side and bent her head his way. Robb leaned into her so he could hear her. "You don't mind that I'm getting a Scorpion Bowl, do you?" she asked him.

He inhaled her sweet scent and held back a groan. "Not at all."

She smiled and then angled her body slightly towards Jon.

Their knees no longer touched.

More people came to share the table with them and Margaery was sure to capture the attention of everyone else in attendance while hanging onto Robb. They ordered their food and the soup came, followed in quick succession by the salad.

The food was good so far, but everything else went to shit. Robb just wanted this night to end. Margaery was proving more obnoxious than usual and he barely got a chance to talk to Sansa.

Meanwhile, Sansa had finished one Scorpion Bowl and was working her way through another – which meant that Margaery ordered another, too.

And then Margaery's hand dropped to Robb's lap and went right for his dick. He jumped and tried discreetly to dislodge her hand from his crotch while she laughed and cooed dirty things in his ear.

"Margaery, stop it," he muttered angrily. "Get your fucking hand off me."

"Oh, come on, baby. Loosen up and have some fun…"

A cherry went sailing past Robb's face and bopped Margaery in the forehead. He heard Sansa giggle beside him.

Margaery growled and took her away from Robb's crotch. "What the fuck, Sansa?"

Sansa looked at her, the picture of innocence. "What?"

Robb bit back a smile. And then Margaery fished into her Scorpion Bowl and got out a cherry. Robb grabbed it from her and popped it in his mouth.

Margaery narrowed her eyes at him and then grabbed his face and kissed him. Robb reared back and pushed her off him as delicately as he could.

Some frat boy on the other side of the table shouted jovially, "Get a room!"

Robb ignored him and tried to reason with an inebriated Margaery that there was a time and a place for everything and grabbing his crotch and starting a food fight in the middle of a restaurant was not the time nor the place.

"She started it," Margaery said and stabbed her finger in Sansa's direction.

"I'm ending it," Robb told her sternly. He looked over at Sansa. "Behave, Sansa."

Sansa glared at him. "You're not the boss of me," she slurred. She attempted to stand and both Jon and Robb reached for her before she toppled over. She batted their hands away. "I'm just going to the bathroom," she said. "Relax."

Jon went with her to make sure she didn't get lost or fall on her face, despite Sansa's protestations that she was fine.

"Why don't you love me?" Margaery demanded.

Robb blinked at her. "What?"

"You won't even fuck me," she now whined. "Why won't you fuck me?"

"Margaery, not now," Robb said through clenched teeth. People were looking and there were even a few kids around.

Thankfully, the chef coming out to prepare the food diverted her attention. Robb ordered a beer. He could have at least a beer. He deserved a beer.

Sansa and Jon came back and thankfully the rest of the meal went quietly. Peacefully.

But then Margaery ordered a Pina Colada and Sansa ordered a water.

"Hey," Margaery practically shouted to Sansa. "You were supposed to order a Pina Coloda like me."

"I don't want one," Sansa said with a shrug.

"Whatsa matter? Can't handle your liquor?" Margaery slurred.

Sansa turned her back on both Robb and Margaery and Margaery did not like that. She flung a piece of zucchini at Sansa before Robb could stop her. When Sansa turned around, glaring, Robb said it was him and it an accident.

"Don't cover for me!" Margaery growled.

"All right, I think we're done here," he muttered and motioned for the waitress to bring the check.

"Jon wants to help pay," Sansa told him.

"I got it," Robb muttered.

"Robb—"

"I got it, Sansa," Robb snapped.

"Yikes," she muttered and turned her back on him.

Robb sighed and rubbed his forehead. He had a headache.

This had gone about as well as he'd expected. No, that wasn't true. It was worse. Much worse. Sansa ignored him, Margaery was acting like an angry and inappropriate drunken ass – he just wanted to get the fuck out of there.

Once they'd paid and gotten outside, Robb thought this would be the end of it. Sansa was leaning on Jon for support and saying she wanted to go home.

"We are going home," Robb said aloud.

"I don't wanna go home!" Margaery exclaimed. "Why do we have to do what Sansa wants to do? If she wants to go home, fine, let her. She's been a bitch all night anyway."

"Margaery," Robb said warningly.

Sansa pushed away form Jon and turned to face Margaery. "I've been a bitch? You've been a fucking cow the whole goddamn night. You haven't shut the fuck up since we got you. You've hung off my brother like a cheap whore, you fucking groped him in public, and you've been incredibly inappropriate. Don't tell me that I've been the bitch all night. That was all you, honey."

Margarey lunged after her and Robb went to grab her to stop her while Jon moved to grab Sansa. They were both too late. Margaery smacked Sansa across the face. Jon grabbed Sansa and pulled her away before she could retaliate and by the fire in her eyes, she wanted to do just that. Robb grabbed Margaery's arm and pulled her to the car. He opened the passenger side door and ordered her to get inside. Margaery whimpered at looked at him as though she wanted his sympathy – as though she just hadn't hit Sansa across the face.

"Jon, take me home," Sansa said.

"Sansa, honey," Jon began calmly, "Why don't we get in the car—"

Sansa cut Jon off. "I don't want to get in the car. Call a cab. No, wait. I'll call cab." She started to dig in her purse for her phone.

"Sansa, get in the car," Robb said furiously. "Just get in the goddamn car."

By some stroke of luck, she listened.

The ride to the Stark's was quiet. Robb dropped Jon and Sansa off and then made the long trek to Margaery's. He was going to walk her inside, get her tucked into bed, and then he was going home and hoping that by some small miracle, Sansa was still there and Jon was not.

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An hour and a half later, Robb let himself in the house. There was a note from Arya, Bran, and Rickon on the table. They were all gone for the night.

Perfect. He just hoped Sansa was home.

He kicked off his shoes in the kitchen, pulled off his jacket and threw it over a chair. He went into the living room – she wasn't there. Then he ran up to her bedroom. His heart dropped. She wasn't there either.

Disappointed and pissed off at how horrible the night went, at how long it took him to get Margaery to fucking go to sleep instead of trying to initiate sex, and at Jon for taking Sansa to his dorm, Robb pounded down the stairs and shoved his door open.

And there she was. His sweet girl was sitting on his bed in light blue pajama bottoms and a white tank top with a bowl of chips in her lap and his remote control for the TV in her hand.

Her hair was pulled back into a ponytail and her face was scrubbed clean. She looked over at him. "Hey, The Avengers is on. Watch it with me?"