Robb didn't answer Sansa. Not with words anyway. Instead, he marched over to the bed and sat down facing her. He took her face in his hands and kissed her the way he'd longed to do all night. "God, Sansa," he murmured and pressed hot, wet kisses along her jaw and then down her neck.

"This isn't watching the movie," she whispered. "I had the purest of intentions here…"

"By waiting for me in my bed?" he chuckled as he then picked up the bowl in her lap and transported it to his nightstand.

"You have a point," she murmured as she stretched her legs out on the bed and Robb climbed over her. He braced himself over her and kissed her again. She fisted his shirt in her hands and pulled on him. Robb lay down against her and she spread her legs so that he could lay between them. He kissed her slowly, as though they had all the time in the world. He ended the kiss by biting on her bottom lip lightly.

She sighed the sigh of the contended and ran her hand through his curls. "I wanted to yank on these all night," she said.

He groaned, thinking not only of how she used to yank on his curls when they made love, but that she'd just admitted that to him. When she expressed wanting him, it heated his blood.

He brushed his fingers gently on the red mark on her cheek. It angered him all over again how Margaery had hit Sansa. "Does it hurt?" he asked softly.

"No. I just wish I had gotten to slap her too. Or yank her hair out by the roots."

Robb grinned. "My little scrapper." He glided his hand down her arm and then back up, over her shoulder and then cupped the back of her head and drew her head up. He kissed her again. "How drunk are you right now?"

"Not very…" she whispered.

"So I'm not taking advantage…?"

"No, but if it would make you feel better…" She pushed at him and forced him to roll onto his back. She straddled him and gazed down at him with narrowed eyes. "Now what to do with you…"

"Anything," he breathed and placed his hands on her hips. "You can do anything to me." Just touch me and then don't stop touching me, he thought desperately.

She played with the hem of his shirt. Robb waited patiently for her to decide what she wanted to do. He was hard and felt like he would die if she didn't touch him, but he wouldn't force her into anything. She didn't even have to touch his dick – just any part of him would suffice. Conversely, he wanted to put his hands on her so bad he thought he might explode.

She began to push his shirt up and Robb's body quaked at her touch, straining towards it, while his breathing went uneven. "What happened when you dropped Margaery off?" she asked conversationally.

He sat up and helped her take his shirt off. It went sailing across the room. He then threaded his fingers in her hair and kissed her hungrily before answering. "Nothing. I made sure she went to sleep and I left."

"Did she blow you again?"

"No," he growled. "I haven't let her touch me since that night. I don't like when she touches me and I've no desire to touch her. I don't want to talk about Margaery. He kissed her hard and quickly. "You're in my bed and in my arms; I want to focus on that and nothing else."

"But don't you want to hear how crazy it made me to see her touching you?" she asked against his lips as Robb lay back and pulled her on top of him.

"About as crazy as it drove me when Jon touched you."

"Don't talk about him," she whispered. "I'll just feel guilty."

He felt like he should touch on that, but if that meant no more of this then it could wait. He rolled them over so that she was on her back. Her legs wound around his waist. She met his gaze straight on as she spread her fingers over his chest. "I like the chest hair," she murmured.

Did that mean Jon didn't have chest hair? he wondered. Nope, don't want to know, he thought. Don't want to think about Sansa doing anything with Jon.

"Don't stop touching me," he rasped. "Don't ever stop touching me."

"How do you like to be touched, Robb? I don't remember…"

"Sansa, as long as you're the one doing the touching, I don't care. Just do it."

She smiled and ran her hands up his chest and over his nipples. He groaned and ground himself against her. He was finding it hard to breathe at this point. She framed his face with her hands and brought him down to her. "Kiss me," she commanded on a whisper.

He kissed her hungrily. This was the Sansa from before. The vixen in his bed. The one that teased him and turned him on beyond his ability to think. He was so glad to see her back.

As he kissed her, he slid his hand under her top and over that patch of skin on her belly that had driven him crazy earlier. He felt her shiver and he grinned as he broke their kiss. She had always been so responsive to his touch.

She watched him with a question in her eyes as he rolled partially to his side and lifted the hem of her tank top. He then slid down a bit on the bed and pushed her tank up further, to just up under breasts. He put his lips on her belly and peppered kisses on the expanse of flesh there. "Your top showed off your stomach every time you moved tonight," he murmured against her skin in between kisses. "I wanted to put my hand on this spot…and my lips."

"Come back," she urged and pulled on his arm.

He kissed his way back up her body, making sure to kiss between her breasts and not take liberties by sucking one into his mouth – but Christ, he wanted to.

He kissed her again and again, until his lips felt numb and her cheeks were red from his beard. "I should shave," he said as he gazed down at her and gently ran his fingers over her jaw and cheeks. "You have beard burn."

"No," she said and touched his beard with the tips of her fingers. "I like your beard."

He smiled. "Then I'll keep it." He didn't tell her that she used to especially like his beard when he went down on her. He would save that for another time.

"Will you just hold me for a while, Robb?" she asked sleepily and curled into him.

"Of course," he said and wrapped an arm around her. "I'll hold you all night."

"No," she murmured. "The boys and Arya could come home early and see."

Robb sighed. They were free, and yet there were still restrictions. He hated it. "Sleep for a while, Sansa. I'll set the alarm."

It didn't take her long to fall asleep. Sleep didn't come for a long while for Robb though. Instead, he watched her sleep while running his fingers through her hair. It had been much too long since she'd been in his arms like this and he didn't want to waste a minute.

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Sansa woke up to the scent of pancakes, bacon and coffee. Her stomach grumbled. And then the need for a long cold drink of water hit her. It took her a minute for the night before to come back to her.

A horrible double date.

Margaery being a mean and obnoxious drunk.

Sansa preferring to get drunk and deal with Margaery hanging off Robb instead of sober and having to deal with it.

Margaery hitting her.

Then coming home and telling Jon she just wanted to sleep it off. She had already started to sober up by then and by the time Robb had come home she had been almost completely sober.

Kissing Robb. Touching him. Being touched. Feeling his skin under her hands…

She was in her room now though and she remembered Robb saying he would set the alarm so she could get to her own bed just in case the boys or Arya came home. She certainly didn't remember the alarm going off or climbing up to bed.

She threw the covers off and climbed out of bed. She had only a slight headache and was thankful for just that considering she'd imbibed two Scorpion Bowls and a Pina Colada. After using the bathroom, washing her face, brushing her teeth, and running a brush through her hair, she padded down to the kitchen where she found Robb flipping pancakes and humming along to the radio.

He had on gray sweat pants that rode low on his hips and a white t-shirt. His curls were a mess and he was just so adorable and hot and she actually found herself feeling shy. Then he looked her way and smiled broadly. He smiled at her as though she was everything. As though she was the sun and the moon and the stars.

Sansa smiled back.

"Come here," he said huskily and reached out a hand.

She may as well have had an invisible cord about her waist that he pulled on, for she propelled herself to his side and allowed him to pull her into him. He enveloped her in his arms and kissed her soundly.

"Good morning," he rumbled when he had sufficiently stolen her breath and her knees.

"Good morning," she said softly. "How did I get up to bed?"

He smiled. "I carried you. I woke up before the alarm went off."

"Thank you."

"Of course." He kissed her again. "Hungry?"

"I am." She pushed out of his arms and went to grab a glass from the cabinet above the sink. "And I'm dying of thirst."

"Gee, I wonder why."

"Ha ha."

"Are you hungover?"

She shook her head as she filled her glass with water and then went to the fridge and opened the freezer to get some ice cubes. "No, just a slight headache which is just probably dehydration."

She then proceeded to down her glass, which was a pretty tall glass, too. Then she refilled it again. Robb laughed. "Wow. You weren't kidding about being thirsty."

She polished off the second glass with a satisfied sigh and then went for the orange juice. "You want some?" she asked and shook the carton.

"Sure."

She could feel his eyes on her the entire time and when she turned to hand him a glass of OJ, he was unabashedly staring.

"Stop staring at me," she told him. "You're creeping me out, McCreepy."

He laughed softly, took a sip of his OJ, and then put his glass down. He shut off the griddle and began transferring the remaining pancakes on the griddle to a plate where there was already a pile of them. "I'm sorry," he said. "I was just thinking of how nice this is. There weren't many opportunities for us to play house before. It makes me think of how it could be like this all the time if we moved away together."

"Robb, don't," Sansa said softly.

He froze. "Don't what?"

"Don't talk about running off together."

"I said moving away not running away."

"What else would it be other than running away? You already know we wouldn't have our family's blessing."

He looked at her, his expression serious. "Are you thinking about it then? About us being together?"

"No," she admitted. "I wasn't. I don't want to right now. Can't we just…last night with you was great, and this morning until you started talking about it. I don't want to think about all that, Robb."

"It's something we'll eventually have to think about." She fell silent and he turned to look at her. "What? You don't think it's something we'll have to talk about?"

"If you want to talk about it in terms of am I ready and do I want to do that, then sure," she said slowly. "But if you want to talk about it in terms of absolute certainty that I am completely on board with running off together, then no."

He carried the plate of pancakes over to the table and placed it beside a plate of bacon. He sighed heavily. "I see."

"I know you want me to hurry up and be where you are, but I'm not. I know that my feelings for you are strong and that probably means I'm falling in love with you, but you're asking a lot by asking me to just pick up and leave. I'm not there yet. I don't know if I ever will be."

He turned to look at her, his jaw clenched tight. "You can't have it both ways, Sansa. You can't kiss me and touch me the way you did last night and then take it all back—"

"I'm not taking it back! I wanted to touch you; I wanted to kiss you. I want to just be with you. Can't we just be together without having to have a plan already in place? Without having to be already gone in our heads? This is still new to me. I know it's not for you, but it is for me."

"But you don't know what you want," Robb said. "You're with Jon and you want to be with me. Sansa, I don't want to share you."

"I haven't slept with him since that night. I know that if I went to his dorm last night when he asked if I would that it would have happened and I said no. I wanted to be here with you. I'm sorry that I don't know what I'm doing." She welled up in tears. "I don't want to hurt you and I don't want to hurt Jon. I don't want to hurt anybody—"

Robb had her in his arms in two strides. He buried his face in her hair as he held her tight. "I'm sorry."

"Jesus, don't apologize," she said. "I know it's not fair to you or to him. I'm all over the place and I know it."

"What do you want me to do?"

"I just want to spend some time with you. Mom and Dad are gone. Bran, Rickon, and Arya will no doubt be out most of the time and I want to just…to just be with you. I don't want to think about the future. I just want to be in the present with you. No one else. Just us."

Robb leaned back and kissed her. "Then that's what we'll do." He pressed his forehead to hers and they stood there, just breathing together. He wanted to tell her that he loved her so much he would do anything to build a life with her, and if leaving the family was the only way to do that then he was resigned to it. He'd practically been kicked out of it once already after their mother had found out about them. Granted he'd still hand contact with them in some way, but Bran, Rickon and Arya had been young when he'd left and they hadn't been so close that they kept in constant contact. The only ones he'd kept in contact with was his mother and father.

Christ. His father.

Ned would disown him. Sansa was his little girl and Robb knew in his gut that his father would blame Robb and turn him out before he'd do that to Sansa. His mother, the second time around, would as well.

Before when he and Sansa had planned to leave their family wouldn't have been the wiser, but now, with their mother knowing, they would be. She would fight them. She would tell Ned.

And yet...and yet Robb knew he would still risk it. Those five years without Sansa had been rough. He'd lived his life; he went through the motions of what he was supposed to do. But his heart was shredded and he felt numb. He couldn't go back to that again. He'd wished several times that he had lost his memories, too.

He remembered when he'd returned and they'd greeted each other again after all that time. How his heart was in his throat the entire time. How he hadn't been able to stop staring at her and at how beautiful she'd grown. How the sound of her voice after all that time had nearly brought him to his knees. He had felt more in those few minutes than he had in anything he'd done in California. He could feel again, taste again, and breathe again. Not everything was dull and lifeless the way it had been while he'd been away. He needed Sansa the way he needed air and food and drink.

Sansa had a very different experience though, and he couldn't disregard that. She'd spent all this time with no memory of what they'd had and so for her, life had carried on. She'd had her family, school, and Jon. Of course she now had her reservations. He couldn't pretend that she didn't, or wish that she didn't – they were different people now and much time and distance between them. He felt a bit thick-headed that he had to keep reminding himself to be patient.

"What are you thinking?" she asked softly and put her hand on the side of his face gently.

He forced himself to smile and put his worries aside and just be in the moment with Sansa like she'd asked. "I'm thinking…how do you feel about hiking?"