Sansa's less than enthusiastic response to their possibly having the night to themselves had concerned Robb. She'd looked distracted and distraught by something when he'd come to tell her the good news and he'd seen her phone in her hand. Was it Jon? Was she having doubts? Second thoughts? If it was Jon, did she care more for him than she'd let on?

After Robb had dropped Rickon off at a friend's house for the night, she called to tell him to pick up a bottle of wine. Okay. Maybe he'd been overreacting. Maybe everything was fine. Maybe he was seeing problems where there weren't any all because he was so afraid to lose her again.

When Robb got home, bottle of wine in hand, and walked through the door Sansa came running out of the dining room towards him. He caught her in his arms, which was tricky with a bottle of wine in his hand, and laughed as she peppered his face with kisses.

He'd worried for nothing.

He walked her backwards to the counter and put the bottle of wine down on it. Then he took her face in his hands and kissed her ardently. His hands slipped under her shirt, needing to feel her skin under his hands. His relief that she wasn't pulling back had increased his ardor.

But then she broke the kiss and grabbed his wrists. "Stop, stop, wait," she said with a laugh.

"What? What is it?" he asked even as he chased her lips to kiss her again.

"Close your eyes," she ordered.

"Why?"

"Robb, just do it. It's a surprise. You'll like it, I promise."

He closed his eyes. "Okay, now what?"

"Follow me," she said and took his hands.

"Sansa, I can't follow you. I have my eyes closed."

She laughed. "Just hold onto me."

"Always," he said.

She walked in front of him and had her hands behind her, clasping his. She led him slowly through the house and he thought they might be going in the direction of the dining room.

Then she stopped abruptly and he knocked into her back. She let go of his hands and said softly, "Okay. Open your eyes."

He did as she directed and his heart clenched when he saw the candlelit dinner she'd prepared. For him. For them. "Sansa," he breathed.

"Okay, so the dinner itself is questionable. I can't cook to save my life so I made tomato soup and—mmph!"

Robb didn't let her finish before he was pulling her into his arms and kissing her. "I love you so much," he whispered. He pressed fevered kisses along her jaw and down her neck. He bit at her pulse point and then licked her there. She shivered and pressed herself against him.

"Robb," she moaned.

He groaned. "How long I've waited to hear you say my name like that…"

"We should eat…"

"I am going to eat," he said and lifted her. She wound her legs around his waist. "I'm going to eat you," he said huskily and as he carried her into the living room. He placed her down on the couch vertically and she framed his face with her hands as he kissed her.

He trailed kisses down her neck, down her chest and over her belly – all through her clothes. Then he got to her jeans and undid them. He looked up at her, giving her a chance to stop him. She didn't; her eyes had darkened and her cheeks were flushed. She wanted this.

When he saw the first patch of skin bared, he placed a hot, wet kiss there. He went to his knees and pulled down her jeans and panties and when she was bare for him, he spread her legs slid each hand up each leg. He kissed one knee, then the next, and watched her watching him.

He then pressed kisses along the inside of her thighs and when he got to her pussy, he breathed in the scent of her and spread the lips of her labia. "Such a pretty pink pussy, Sansa," he murmured.

"Robb," she said on a whisper and he heard a bit of a scold in her voice.

He grinned and licked her. And then licked her again. She moaned. "You were going to say something, Sansa?"

"Don't stop," she gasped. "God, please don't stop."

"I don't plan to," he growled into her flesh. She tasted sweeter than he'd remembered and he shut his eyes and savored having the taste of his Sansa again in his mouth. "I want you to come in my mouth."

Her fingers speared through his curls and she held him against her. She began to move her hips and when he looked up at her to gauge her reactions, he found her head tilted back, eyes closed and mouth open.

"Look at me," he told her. "I want to see your eyes on me, Sansa."

She looked down at him heatedly. He licked, nibbled, and teased her nub until she was gasping and begging him to make her come. He traced his name on her clit and she cried out just as he'd finished the second 'b'.

He didn't stop tasting her until she pulled lightly on his hair and she kissed his way back up to her mouth. "Do you want to taste yourself on me?" he asked as he leaned over her.

"Yes," she gasped and drew him down for a voracious kiss.

Her hand went to the tent in his jeans and he groaned and stayed her hand. She broke the kiss and looked at him in question.

"This was about you," he told her. "I don't want you to do that because you feel like you owe me something."

Her stomach growled then and he placed his hand over her belly and laughed. "I think it's time to eat."

"I'm going to have to warm up the soup."

He smiled. "Worth it?"

She laughed as though she couldn't believe he'd just asked that. "I just came my brains out," she said. "Yes, it was worth it."

It was on the tip of Robb's tongue to ask her if Jon had made her come like that, but he didn't want to spoil the mood and quite frankly, he didn't really want to know if the other man had. Sansa was here with him, and that was all that mattered. He would have liked more certainty but, for now, this was enough. He would take what he could get.

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Later, after their dinner of reheated tomato soup and lukewarm grilled cheese, Robb and Sansa headed down to his room where they curled up on his bed together and made out like teenagers.

One of his hands was on her hip, holding her close to him while their legs were intertwined. His other arm was stretched out under head and his hand was playing with the long strands of her hair. Sansa's hands were under his shirt, pressed against his skin. "Was it always like this?" she asked breathlessly when she parted for air.

"In varying degrees," he replied, just as breathlessly.

"Tell me. Please."

"From the moment we got together—"

"Tell me about our first time."

She realized she could be a bit all over the place in what she wanted to know, but she wanted to know everything about them.

"Everyone in the house was gone," he whispered and rolled them so that she was on her back. She spread her legs and wound her legs around him, fisting his shirt in her hands and pulling him down to kiss her. "We went into my bedroom and we stripped each other bare."

"Yeah?" she ground herself against him.

"Then I laid you down and I kissed every inch of your perfect body. I made you come with my mouth on you. I sucked on your breasts…"

"Did I go down on you?"

Robb nodded and rubbed himself against her. They both gasped. "Yes. We took our time exploring each other. You were so wet for me…"

"Oh, God, Robb!" she cried out and came.

"Oh, Sweetheart, you came for me again," he moaned. "My Sansa, my sweet Sansa…"

"It was always like this?" she gasped.

"Sometimes it was slow and sometimes it was fast," he murmured as he nuzzled the side of her face.

Sansa slid her legs down to the bed and looked up at him. When they were like this together it was easy to pretend it could always be like this. But in moments when they were surrounded by their family, reality sunk in. What they were sunk in.

Robb caressed the side of her face. "Where are you?" he asked softy.

She shook her head. "Nowhere. I'm here."

"Talk to me, Sansa. I want to know what you're thinking. We can't work through any of this without talking."

She sighed. "It's just – let's say Mom found out and told Dad."

"I'm following."

"Do you think Dad – or maybe even Mom – would have either you or I or both of us arrested?"

Robb sighed and moved off of her. He lay on his side and Sansa moved so that she was facing him. "I don't think he'd have us both arrested. If he were to do it, it would most likely just be me," he said.

"Does that scare you at all?"

"I don't know that he would actually do it. I'm just saying if he was going to, it would probably be me he'd do it to."

"And let's say we did run away together," she began and rolled onto her back to look up at the ceiling.

"Yeah?"

Sansa didn't miss the hopeful tone in his voice. "What do you think they'd do then? And how would we even do it? Would we tell them? Or just go?"

"What would you prefer? Things have changed now that Mom knows. Before we just planned to go and let them know we were going without giving anything away. But now…well, things have changed. If we were to go, would you want to tell them first?"

She arched a brow. "You mean you don't already have a plan all ready to go?"

"Very funny. No, I don't. Up until a couple weeks ago I didn't think you'd ever remember us. Plus, I think this is something we'd have to plan together, don't you?"

"Don't get your hopes on a plane and fly them out of here just yet."

"Yesterday you didn't even want to talk about it. What changed?"

She sighed. "…stuff."

"What 'stuff'?"

"Just coming home after our hike and having everyone here…how we can't even say we went on a hike together because of what could be said to Mom. All the lies and stories and having to make sure all our bases are covered. It's just a lot of work."

"Is that why you didn't seem as thrilled earlier when I told you we might just have the house to ourselves?"

She kept her eyes on the ceiling. "Partly."

"What was the other part?"

"Jon."

Robb was afraid of that. He waited to see if she'd embellish on that.

"He texted me earlier and asked if I was busy tonight. I told I was, and he asked if I was okay. He said I'd been acting funny lately and wanted to make sure he didn't do anything to upset me." She pinched the bridge of her nose and squeezed her eyes shut. "Jon has been my best friend for a long time now, Robb." She dropped her hand and stared back up at the ceiling. "I hate lying to him, but I don't have a choice and I know that. It's also not fair of me to string him along. Nor is it fair to you. It was then that I started to think about all it would entail if we went away. I'd have to give Jon up entirely; I couldn't even keep him as my friend because he probably wouldn't understand. No one would. I don't even understand it still." She looked at him. "Do you? Do you understand why this happened? Why we feel this way about each other?"

He slid closer to her and put his hand on the side of her face. "No, I don't."

She laughed and moved his hand away. "Here I thought you were going to say something profound and deep and make it all make sense."

"Sansa, I've been over it a million different ways in my head. I've researched soul mates and twin flames—"

"Twin flame?"

"It's your other half. Like a soul mate, but stronger. Some believe that we were all happy little clams once upon a time and physically attached to each other." He placed his hand on her belly. "Right at our belly buttons. Then the Gods split us apart for one reason or another and scattered us around the world. Until we find our other half we are incomplete. Some spend lifetime after lifetime looking for their twin flame. Some don't realize they are even missing theirs until they meet them."

"So you think that we're twin flames and the cruel joke is that we're related?"

"I don't know that I necessarily buy into it completely, but it is a nice story isn't it?"

She smiled. "It certainly goes along with your romantic side."

"It could even be as simple as we've always had a special bond and this is how its manifested. I don't know, Sansa, and I don't care about the reasons why. I only care about what happens to us from here."

"I wish I—"

A familiar voice drifted down to them. "Robb? Are you down there?"

Sansa's eyes went wide. "Margaery."

She scrambled off the bed and righted her clothes.

Robb climbed out of the bed and did the same, but with less haste.

And then they heard Margaery coming down the stairs. She stood in the doorway and put her hands on her hips. "Well, well, well," she said and zeroed in on Robb. "There you are."