"I can't stop touching you," Robb murmured. They were laying on their sides facing each other, propped up on their elbows. Robb ran his fingers across Sansa's exposed shoulder, down her arm, and over her hip.

"I don't want you to stop touching me," Sansa whispered back.

"Will you lay on your back for me?" he asked.

She smiled and rolled onto her back. "Now what?"

"Don't move."

She hadn't planned on it. Starting at her collarbone Robb began peppering her with kisses. He left them all over her collarbone and shoulders, down to the tops of her breasts, and then finally, when he got to her breasts, he sucked one in his mouth. Sansa moaned and tangled her fingers in his hair. Then he pressed kisses on the path to her other breast and repeated the process.

He made a slow path down to her stomach where he peppered her ribs, waist, and belly with kisses and then over her hips. When he got to her mound, he gave that a lick which caused Sansa to make a keening sound of need in the back of her throat. He continued leaving kisses on her thighs, her knees, her calves, and when he got to her feet she moved them away. She hated feet.

Robb laughed and crawled over her. He was hard again and Sansa couldn't take her eyes off his long, hard cock. "See something you like?" he asked with a grin.

"Very much," she said and drew him down for a kiss.

Robb lay down atop her and Sansa spread her legs and encased his hips with her thighs. She felt Robb's cock rub against her and she made that keening sound of need again in the back of her throat. He slid effortlessly back inside her and they shared a moan.

With both his elbows down by her shoulders, Robb braced himself up so he could look down at her. Then he pulled out of her depths and got up on his knees between her spread legs. He took one knee in each hand and pushed her legs back. He slid back inside her and she gasped.

"Am I hurting you?" he asked and pulled out.

"No, you're just…deeper."

He smiled and pushed back in. She gasped at the spot he reached within her and clutched at his hips. "Faster," she urged.

"As my lady wishes," he said and started moving harder and faster, pushing her legs back even further as he jackhammered into her.

Sansa's mouth opened as she came, but no sound came out. She swore she saw stars she came so hard around him.

"Fuck, I can you feel you tightening around me," Robb muttered. Then he cried out, "Sansa!"

Her legs gave way, dropping to the bed as Robb dropped on top of her. Sansa wrapped her arms around him, the only strength she had left in her body.

" M' I too heavy?" Robb murmured against her neck.

"Don't you dare move," she told him.

He laughed softly. "I don't plan on it."

After a while he began peppering her face with kisses. "I love you," he said against her lips. "I love you, my Sansa." And then he kissed her deeply. He pulled his head back and gazed down at her. "Say it again."

She smiled. "I love you, Robb."

"Again."

"I love you."

"Again."

She laughed and pushed at him. "You're going to get tired of hearing it!"

"No, never," he said and kissed her again. He rolled onto his side then, taking her with him. Their legs tangled together and Sansa rubbed her smooth ones against his hairy ones. She liked the contrast of his body and hers. He was man, all man. She could happily lay here entangled with him. She hadn't felt that with Jon. With Jon, she had just wanted to go home after.

"I've waited a long time to hear those words again," he told her as he ran his fingertips over her kiss-swollen lips. "I feared I never would again."

Sansa reached up and ran one hand through his hair at the sides and then down his jaw. His eyes stayed trained on her. "This reminds me of the first dream I had when you came back," she said.

"What was it about?"

"Just us, watching a movie in your room." Her hand made slow, nonsensical patters on his chest. She couldn't stop touching him either. "We were holding hands and you'd kiss my temple every so often, but it wasn't even what we were doing that stuck me with me after I woke, it was the feelings in them."

"What were they?" he asked and kissed her forehead.

"So much love. It…it was like it was beaming from inside you to me and from me to you. We didn't even say anything, but I could feel it. I had never felt love like that before."

"Do you feel it now?" he asked huskily.

She looked up at him. "Yes. Do you?"

He smiled, stopping her wandering hand and pressing it to his heart. She could feel it racing. "Yes."

Sansa smiled and then glanced at the clock behind him on her nightstand and groaned. "They're all going to be home soon."

Robb sighed and dropped his forehead to hers. "We'll get up then…though I wish I didn't have to."

"That goes without saying." Her eyes went wide and she sat up. "Oh no! You stood Talisa up!"

Robb laughed and pulled her back down to him. "Since when do you care?"

She smirked. "I can afford to care at least a little now. I got the guy."

Robb's smile fell and he placed his hand on the side of her face. "Sansa, you always had the guy. If you thought for one minute that anything else was possible for me…" He shook his head. "I said I was trying. That didn't mean I had any hope of actually succeeding. You're it for me for forever, Sansa."

"Same with me," she murmured and kissed him. He bit softly down on her lip and tugged on it, just the way he did once before and it drove her just as wild. She wanted him again. But, it would not do for them to be caught like this. She nudged him. "Get up. We can't be smelling like sex when they all come home."

Robb groaned, but got up out of the bed and began picking up his discarded clothes.

"I'm taking a shower," Sansa said as she finished picking up her own clothes and headed to the bathroom.

"Are you trying to kill me?" he called after her.

The sound of her laughter floated through the closed door and Robb smiled, truly smiled, for the first time in a long time. Sansa was his. And he was hers. They'd finally made it.

He dressed quickly and padded out into the hall. He heard the shower going and he couldn't resist opening the door and ducking just his head inside. "Say it one more time," he said, his voice rising to be heard over the shower.

"I love you!" she laughed. "Now go!"

He laughed and barreled down the stairs. He needed a shower too, though admittedly he was loathe to wash any part of Sansa off of him. It still didn't feel real to him, and keeping her scent on his body was a reminder that it had happened and they were together again.

However…he would not take any chances. Strangely, now that Sansa was committed, now that she loved him back and was irrevocably his, Robb felt the urgency of keeping their relationship safe. Under no circumstances was he going to lose her now.

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"Robb is seeing someone, isn't he?" Margaery asked Sansa the following Monday afternoon at work.

Sansa stopped sifting through the file she was currently going through for her father and looked up at her friend. Margaery stood in front of Ned's desk, looking sadder than Sansa had ever seen her. She felt a pang of guilt for the woman. And then her thoughts turned to Jon and how she had unintentionally hurt him just as Robb had unintentionally hurt Margaery. Granted, the two were different in a lot of way, number one being that Jon wasn't an attention-seeking obnoxious pain in the ass, but still.

"Uh, I don't think so, but I'm not sure. Robb and I don't really talk about his dating life," Sansa lied. Now her mind drifted to that morning when Sansa had gone down to the basement to get a shirt from the dryer and had made a detour to Robb's room and woken him up with kisses. Her heart fluttered at the memory of it, and how adorable and hot he'd looked sleeping without his shirt on.

She'd wanted him right then and there. However, they hadn't been able to find time to make love again and Sansa rather felt if they didn't soon, she was going to spontaneously combust. She could tell that Robb was feeling the same way just by the heated looks he'd been giving her when no one was around. It was as if he was undressing her with his eyes.

"That's funny. You seemed to have a lot of sway when it came to me," Margaery said and Sansa heard the bite in her tone.

"He makes his own decisions," Sansa told her.

It would be bad to tell her that he had been about to see someone else. Robb had called Talisa that evening after he and Sansa had made love and had gotten her voicemail. He told her a family emergency had come up and apologized. He also told her that he wasn't sure he was ready to date just yet and left it at that.

"Jeyne will be upset," Robb had told Sansa. "But I don't care. I have you now. Nothing else matters."

Sansa had fallen in love with him all over again just for that.

"I'm trying to change," Margaery said. "I am trying to be more like the kind of woman he wants."

"Margaery, you shouldn't have to change who you are to get a man."

"Robb is not just any man though. He's special."

And he's mine, Sansa thought.

"There are other men in the world just as special," Sansa said slowly. "Or at least could be just as special."

Margaery shook her head. "No. I want Robb. Help me, Sansa, please?"

Sansa inwardly sighed. What could she say? No? In Margaery's state of mind, which seemed fragile at present, she might flip the fuck out. "Sure. I'll see what I can do."

Now Margaery beamed. "Thank you. If anyone can reach him it's you. I've never seen a brother so devoted to his sister. It's sweet. Must have been hell when boys came sniffing around though!"

Sansa laughed softly, a forced fake laugh. "I really don't remember…"

"Oh, yeah, that's right. The amnesia. That's gotta suck."

"To say the least," Sansa said dryly.

Then Margaery went away and Sansa rolled her eyes. She went back to finding the correspondence her father had asked her to find when Robb came in the room and shut the door behind him.

"You have to stop right now," he commanded.

Sansa looked up at him, eyes wide and her heart racing at the sight of him. "Stop what?"

"Looking so fucking sexy," he growled and came over to her. He bent down and kissed her hard and quickly. "I want you so much I can't think straight," he muttered against her lips.

"Oh, you have no idea," she panted.

"Trust me, I do," he said with a laugh. He straightened and sat down in the chair on the other side of the desk. "How's my girl?"

"I just spoke with Margaery…"

"Yeah?"

"She wants me to convince you to give her another chance."

"You told her no, right?"

"No. I told her I'd try, but that we don't really talk about your dating life."

Robb snickered.

"Judging by the joy you seem to be exuding, I'm guessing that's why she thinks you're dating someone. Maybe you want to take the happy down a notch or two or twenty?"

"Impossible. If this was a musical I would be singing and dancing right now."

She pointed at him. "I might actually pay to see that."

Robb grinned at her.

"But seriously, please? I feel terrible enough as it is about her and Jon…"

Robb sighed. "For you, I will dial it down a notch."

"Have you had a chance to look at the stuff I printed out?"

"Of course. I figure I might have to take a couple additional classes, but I think overall I will be fine. What about you?"

"I think the same thing applies to me as well. My test is tomorrow and it looks like I'll be able to teach with that over there…"

"Of course there are other things we'll need to get. Do you have a passport?"

"Yes. You?"

"Yes."

Sansa looked at him with a mixture of hopefulness and fear. "We're gonna do this?"

"Yes," he said. "We are. I don't want to have to hide and sneak around and find ways to be with you."

"I don't either."

"We'll have to talk more about it," he said. "Make plans."

"Yes."

"But first, just focus on your test tomorrow, all right?"

She smiled. "Yes, sir."

He got up and came over to her and kissed her quickly. "I love you."

"I love you, too."