Sansa was making herself a late night snack of chocolate ice cream with almond butter drizzled on top when Robb came in, his clothes rumpled and his hair a mess. He stopped when he saw her and raked a hand through his curls.

"Hey," he greeted her. "What are you doing up?"

"It's Saturday night and it's only eleven," she said. There was some attitude in her voice, but she didn't really care. Sansa knew exactly what he'd been doing and who he'd been doing it with. Her friends had giggled about how they'd seen Robb and some Chrissy girl making out in the halls at school. It had stung in ways she knew it shouldn't, but she couldn't stop it.

"Is everyone else in bed?" he asked as he took off his jacket. He didn't even notice her attitude. Typical.

"Yes," she said, and put the lid back on the almond butter. Robb came around the counter and attempted to dip his finger in her bowl and she slapped him with the back of her spoon.

"Ow! What the fuck, Sansa?" Robb exclaimed.

She caught the whiff of perfume on him and hated him and that girl in that moment. She pointed the spoon at him. "I don't know where those hands have been so lay off my ice cream."

His whole expression dropped and now he just looked sad. "Right then," he said and headed for the stairs.

She thought she should feel guilty for giving him crap, but she didn't. Not really anyway. What she wished is that he hadn't just fucked some girl. Some girl that was just one of many in a long line of girls lately. She wondered if he planned to make his way through every girl in his graduating class and then some.

Sansa picked up her bowl and went into the living. She plopped down on the loveseat and turned on the TV. When Harry Met Sally was on, so she settled on that and dug into her snack.

Robb came down a ten minutes later and plopped down next to her. He was freshly showered and smelled like soap. He wore a green t-shirt and gray sweatpants and he put his feet up next to hers on the coffee table.

She looked at him in annoyance. "Really?"

"What?"

"Nothing," she muttered.

"Why are you so pissy with me?"

"I'm not."

"Yes, you are."

"I'm trying to watch the movie," she said and stared straight ahead. "And go away. Go on the couch or something."

"What does it matter if I sit here?"

"I don't want you to sit here. This is my dance space." She pointed over to the couch against the wall. "That's yours."

"Sansa, I can sit next to you if I want. Christ, did you get in a fight with Arya and decided you hated everyone tonight?"

How did she tell him she was so jealous that he fucked some girl that didn't deserve him she couldn't see straight? That she wanted to rip that girl's hair from her skull? That she wanted him to herself and wanted him to want her like he obviously wanted that girl. How did she tell him all that?

Oh yeah. That's right. She didn't. Because he was her brother and she shouldn't be jealous about him being with a girl.

So, she said nothing.

Robb put his head on her shoulder and Sansa stiffened. His curls were wet and it was making her t-shirt damp on the shoulder. "No matter where I go or what I do, I'd always rather be home with you."

"Liar."

"No," he said fiercely and gripped her arm. "You're my most favorite person in the whole world, Sansa. I'm more myself when I'm with you than anyone else."

Sansa's anger dissipated in an instant. She just wished he didn't sleep around so much…it hurt her every time he came home smelling like some girl. Yet it wasn't like she could stake any claim on him. He was her brother and that was forbidden. Wrong. But when he sat with her like this, it felt like he was more than her brother. It felt like he was her boyfriend.

This time when he went to dip his finger in her ice cream, she let him.

That was a much nicer memory compared to the one about the accident, but it conjured up feelings that Sansa wished she didn't have. Like jealousy. Something she was currently grappling with.

A few days after remembering the accident, Sansa went to talk to Robb outside on the deck and found him on the phone. She stood by the screen door where she couldn't be seen and eavesdropped.

"Hi, Talisa…" she heard him say.

Who the hell was Talisa?

"No, no, I don't mind that you got my number from Jeyne."

So did this mean he wasn't seeing Jeyne? What the fuck was going on?

"Yeah, I'd like to meet you… I am free this weekend."

Sansa walked away. She'd heard enough.

She really had no one but herself to blame for this. Of course Robb was going to move on. She had pretty much told him that she didn't want to love him, so why wouldn't he move on? What was there to wait for when she'd made it plain that they were impossible?

Maybe she should call Jon…

He'd sent her a text the day before saying he'd missed her and could they talk? She hadn't replied.

She couldn't seem to do anything but wonder what Robb was doing with Jeyne, and now she had this Talisa person to wonder about. When she thought of Robb touching someone else the way he'd touched her, she wanted to throw up.

Meanwhile, she'd been doing more research on what it would entail to move to the UK. She'd looked up Visas, Green cards, and she'd looked up flats currently for rent. She had a good chunk of change socked away- the benefits of living at home and working for your father. She imagined that Robb had some money socked away too. He had been saving for an apartment…

It turned out that it wasn't as hard as she thought for him to be a solicitor in the UK. And, it wouldn't be hard for her to teach. There was paperwork to fill out, there was always paperwork, and a few more things Robb would have to do, but they were all doable when she broke it down in steps. Which she did. Because she was a glutton for punishment, apparently.

It didn't make sense that she'd shoved Robb away in one moment and then in the next, she was researching how they could make a go of it. It's just when she looked at what her life would be without him…

Conceivably she could get married. Robb could marry, too – Jeyne or this fucking Talisa chick. She'd have to see him love her, kiss her, maybe even start a family with her. She should want him happy, right? She should wish it for him and herself, but when she thought of having to endure a life without his kisses and touches, without that same passion for another man that she felt with Robb – could she live without those things?

Yes.

But she was pretty sure she'd die a slow death inside.

Now that she'd tasted that heat, that passion, and that love –

Wait.

Love?

But she didn't…

Except that she did.

Oh, God. Sansa, you stupid girl. You've gone and done it now. You're in love with him.

And her heart whispered: You always have been.

Yes. She must have been. Even when she didn't consciously remember it, her subconscious had. And it had done everything in its power to remind her of it.

She loved Robb. She was in love with him.

She would have thought that was enough to give her wings – to fly after him and stake her claim before she lost him forever. But it didn't. She felt paralyzed by it. Pre-accident Sansa seemed pretty good at taking leaps, but post-accident Sansa wasn't.

Sansa sat on her bed and stared blankly at the wall. She was in love with her brother.

Now what?

xxxxxxx

When you want something bad enough, the universe conspires to help you get it.

Where had Sansa heard that before? She wasn't sure, but she wasn't so much feeling that it was conspiring to help her get it as it was conspiring to force her hand.

She could not sit on this indecision forever. Either she leapt or she moved in some other direction, but this limbo business had to end.

Jon had given up on her. After her non-answer when he'd sent an appeal to talk to her and she'd ignored it, he'd sent her a lengthy email telling her that she'd hurt him terribly and right now, he couldn't really be even her friend.

Jon had unknowingly become a casualty in her and Robb's…whatever it was.

As if that wasn't bad enough, now there was Robb standing before her, looking all hot in a pair of dark jeans a t-shirt with some print on it, telling her he was heading out. The whole family was out currently. Apparently, Catelyn was pretty sure that nothing was going on with Sansa and Robb and so she felt more comfortable these days leaving them unattended. Considering Robb was apparently turning into a man-whore again it made sense, Sansa thought bitterly. He couldn't be thinking about Sansa while he was balls deep in someone else, now could he?

"You don't have to tell me you're going out, Robb," she snapped. "Just fucking go."

He gaped at her. "What the fuck is your problem?"

"You. You're my fucking problem."

"What the hell did I do now?"

"Who are you going to see today? Jeyne? Or the new woman, Talisa, I heard you talking to?"

"You were listening in on my conversation."

"Yes."

He came in her room then. "Why?"

"I was coming to talk to you and I heard you on the phone. I stopped and listened because I'm nosy. So, who is this Talisa?"

"She's a woman that Jeyne has set me up with."

"So you're not seeing Jeyne?"

He shook his head. "She has a boyfriend. They have a friend that they thought I'd get on with."

"Great, that sounds great. Why don't you just go and fuck her now?"

"Sansa, I'm not really liking this whole jealousy routine," Robb said. "You have Jon, remember?"

"Well, for one thing it's not a contest and for another, no, actually, thanks to you I don't have Jon anymore."

"What do you mean thanks to—"

"I pumped the brakes on Jon and me weeks ago. Like, before graduation."

His brows furrowed. "You never said anything."

"I wanted to use the time to think."

"And?"

"And then Jeyne and Talisa!"

"Sansa—"

"And now Jon is tired of waiting for me so he just fucking dumped me. He's become a casualty already in this little song and dance you and I are putting on. He doesn't even know if he can be my friend anymore and it's all your fault!"

"How is any of this my fault?!" Robb shouted. "You don't want me, remember? Oh, no, wait. It's not that you don't want me, it's just that you don't want to want me. I backed off because I thought that's how you wanted it. I've been trying to move on to make it easier for you and now you're standing here being a bitch to me and blaming me for something you wanted! Jon dumping you is not my fault, though I'm sure it makes you feel better not to take any responsibility for anything you've done—"

"I know it's my fault Jon dumped me," Sansa snapped. "And I'm well aware that I pushed you away—"

"More like shoved."

"I'm taking responsibility here, Robb, don't push it." She went to her desk and opened the first drawer. "And guess what else I've been doing?" She pulled out all the research she'd been doing and held them up. "Research."

"On what?" he asked in confusion.

She thrust the papers toward him. "Look for yourself."

He took them and started to shuffle through them. He looked up at her in surprise. "Sansa, what – what does this mean?"

"Obviously it means I love you, you stupid jerk. And no, I don't want to love you, but that doesn't mean I can stop it and it doesn't mean that I want to keep trying because I obviously can't, it just means that I don't want to love you and want you because it would be easier if I didn't—"

She stopped her tirade when Robb charged forward and took her face in his hands. Good thing, too. She was running out of her breath.

"Do you mean it?" he asked hoarsely. "That you love me?"

"Yes," she said. "I do—"

"Say it. Say you love me," he commanded. "Say it."

"I love you, Robb. I'm in love with you." Her eyes welled up in tears. "And I'm so tired of fighting it and being without you. Living without you would be infinitely worse than whatever we might have to do or face. I'm still afraid. I'm still afraid of what could happen to us, but I don't want to waste any more time. Can you – can you be kissing me now?"

And he did. Sansa returned his fervent kisses with her own. She put everything into the kiss – all the longing of the past few weeks, all her love – she put everything right there in it so he could have no doubt of what she wanted and what she felt.

She pulled at his shirt, pushing it up. Robb helped her discard it. And then he was pushing her shirt up and helping her rid herself of it followed by her bra He kissed her deeply as he undid the snap of her jeans. Hastily, she helped him shove them down her legs and then kicked them off along with her panties. He captured her lips again, and went to work on his jeans. Robb moaned as though he couldn't bear to stop kissing her as he broke their kiss long enough to push his jeans and then his boxers down. He kicked them both off and then lifted her. Sansa's legs wrapped around his waist and he carried her to the bed where they fell onto it as one beast.

He broke the kiss abruptly and gasped. "Condom. Fuck. I need to get a condom."

"I'm on the pill," she said. "Just don't stop."

"Sansa—"

"Robb, don't stop. I need you inside me now. Please, it'll be fine." She wasn't above begging at this point.

"There's no going back after this, Sansa. If we do this, this is it. I won't go away again."

"I'll never ask you to," she whispered. "Please, Robb, please…"

Their eyes locked as he reached between them and placed himself at her opening. Sansa resisted the urge to push herself down on him and just waited.

She didn't have long to wait.

Robb slowly slid himself inside her and Sansa felt the enormity of this moment rock through her. Robb must have felt it too. The look of awe and wonder and love of his face stole her breath away. "I'm home… I've come home."

She understood. She felt it, too. That feeling of completion. Of being exactly where they both belonged – in each other's arms, him inside her, her taking him in…the world might not understand it, but Robb and Sansa did. Their hearts, their souls, their minds and their bodies – they were made for each other.

Robb began to move. Sansa held on to him, her nails digging into his skin as if afraid if she let go this would all be a dream.

This was what had been missing with Jon. The need to memorize every thrust he made inside her. The hyper awareness of how her breasts felt rubbing against his chest. How he gripped her hip as though he felt the same fear – that she might fly off and this might not be real.

His other hand was at the back of her head, his fingers tangled in her hair. Sansa gripped his hip with one hand and had the other on his shoulder. Their eyes were locked on each other. Robb thrust hard into her and Sansa's back arched. His head fell and he licked at her neck and then kissed her there.

"I can't get close enough," he muttered.

"I know," she whispered. It was exactly as she felt. He wasn't close enough. He was buried inside her and it still wasn't enough.

His head bent to her breast and Sansa's legs wrapped around his waist. He sunk even deeper inside her. He moaned as he swirled his tongue around one breast. "I'm going to come," he gasped. "Too soon. God, no, too soon…"

"Robb, kiss me," Sansa said desperately. He lifted his head from her breast and she lifted her head to kiss him voraciously. They were going to swallow each other whole, she thought. "I'm going to come," she whispered.

"Me too," he panted. "Come for me, Sansa, please…now…"

He reached down between them and rubbed her nub. She shattered around him and grabbed her pillow to scream into it. Robb tossed it away from her face. "I want to hear you," he grunted. "I love the sounds you make. They're all gone and will be for hours yet. Scream, Sansa. I want it all. All of you."

She screamed for him, just as he'd asked. Her walls clamped down on him and he held himself inside her and came, crying out, chanting her name like a prayer. He collapsed against her, holding her close. Sansa held him just as close, just as tight.

"I love you," she whispered against his forehead and ran one hand through his curls. "I love you, Robb."

When he lifted his head to look at her, his eyes were wet. He looked so happy and so relieved and she laughed with pure joy before their lips met in another passionate, heady kiss.