"We're gonna need a Plan B," Robb said as he frowned at the papers in his lap.

He and Sansa were parked in the way back of a shopping plaza, well out of the way of cars and people. It was also getting late, so a few of the shops were closed already. Robb had left before Sansa, saying he was going to see Talisa. Sansa had left an hour later saying she was going to the book store.

The book store bit hadn't been a lie. They were technically at the bookstore. Just in Robb's car in the parking lot. They used the light of the streetlamp nearby to pore over the research Sansa had done. Included in the stack now were notes – scribbles about how much money they had when they pooled it together, plus a list of "To Do" items of what they would need to do in order to move overseas.

If they wanted to wait a few months to fill out all the paperwork plus find jobs and a place to live, sure, they could do it. But neither one wanted to wait that long.

Sansa sighed and rested her head on Robb's shoulder. "My head is swimming. Plan B – was there ever a Plan B?"

"In a manner of speaking," Robb said. "Following the sequence of events we had planned before, Plan A was California. Plan B was the UK. This just means Plan B will be in lieu of Plan A."

"So, California?"

"Is that where you want to go?"

"Don't even," Sansa groused.

He laughed. "What?"

"I need a definitive. My head hurts from all the stuff we just went over and I'm feeling a little defeated right now." She poked him in the ribs and he grunted. "You're supposed to have had this figured out!"

"I'm sorry to have let you down," he said with a sigh, "but I've been kind of busy with trying to figure out how to get you back…"

"Don't make me feel guilty!" She poked him again in the ribs.

"I'm sorry, sweetheart. Let's go to California. We can transfer to So Cal and get what we need to make the transition to the UK. It won't be forever."

Sansa sighed. "Ok."

"Don't be upset."

"It's not fair." Sansa pouted. "They make it look easy in the movies. Someone gets sick of their life and they just pick up and leave."

"And they always have someone they can stay with until they find the perfect flat or house. Or, if not that then they always meet someone on the plane that they instantly connect with and just so happens to have a spare room in a posh neighborhood."

"And they're always in the right place at the right time and land the perfect job."

"With the perfect boss."

"And then they meet someone they want to spend the rest of their lives with."

Robb sighed. "Of course this being a Rom Com, because in my head that's what it is right now, there are these easily overcome silly obstacles and misunderstandings."

"Of course. However, if it was a horror movie they would end up in a hostel where people would start dropping like flies and one night they'd wake up tied to a gurney or a wheelchair and about to be sliced and diced. Or they'd do the backpacking thing and be stalked across the countryside by some hatchet-faced killer with an axe that wants to wear their skin."

Robb laughed. "I'd prefer to think of our story as a Rom Com."

"That sound great in theory, but no. Our story is a Lifetime movie…based on a V.C. Andrews novel."

"Who?"

Sansa patted his knee. "Don't worry about it, honey."

Robb kissed the top of her head. "Feeling better?"

"Meh."

"What can I do to make you feel better?"

"You can twitch your nose and make us appear in the UK with our perfect flat and perfect jobs."

"I wish I could, sweetheart. We'll get there. We will. California is a great place—"

"I just feel like if there is an ocean between us and the family there is less chance of them doing something to us."

"I know. But listen, we can still have our names changed before we go. We can legally do it. Robb and Sansa Stark won't exist in California and therefore won't be able to be found."

Sansa lifted her head off his shoulder and looked at him. "What will you change your name to?"

"Well—"

"What about Kit?"

Robb made a face. "Kit?"

She laughed and sat back to get a good look at him. She narrowed her eyes thoughtfully. "You look like a…Thomas? No. Jack? Hmmm, maybe. Oooh, what if we made it fun like you changed your name to Clyde or Humphrey and I changed mine to Bonnie or Lauren?"

"Sansa, I don't think I'll be leaving you with the job of changing our names," he told her.

"Oh, but think of how fun it would be to tell people our names were Bonnie and Clyde! The how we got together story practically writes itself. If a Bonnie met a Clyde how could she not want to date him?"

"Maybe she'd consider how Bonnie and Clyde ended up dead. Kit is suddenly beginning to grow on me."

"Don't be a fun sucker! I was just starting to feel better. I know – Rhett and Scarlett! What about Jack and Diane – see, Jack is coming up for you again so I think that might be—oof! "

Robb managed to stop her from continuing by pulling her onto his lap. He took her face in his hands and kissed her soundly. "For now you're Sansa and I'm Robb, and I want to make love to you before we have to go back home," he said and slipped a hand under her skirt.

Sansa moaned when he managed to pull her panties to the side and find her clit. Her eyes fluttered shut and she gripped his shoulders hard.

"You're wet for me," he practically purred as he slid one long finger inside her.

"Robb," she whimpered.

"God, I love it when you say my name like that. I want inside you…let me in, Sansa…"

Sansa moved off his lap so that she could straddle him. She pulled up her skirt and helped Robb undo his jeans. He lifted his hips and shoved his jeans and boxers down over his knees.

With a mischievous smile, Sansa crouched over him, her knees on the floor of the car, and took his cock in her mouth.

"Fuck!" Robb shouted. "Sansa, God…no. Stop, sweetheart. I've been ready all day. I want to be inside you."

Sansa let him fall out of her mouth with a pop and she climbed over him, straddled him, and then sank down slowly on him.

"Kiss me," Robb gasped and Sansa kissed him hard as she started to move over him slowly. It took her a bit, but finally she found a rhythm that worked.

When he hit that sweet spot inside her, Sansa's back arched and her head went back. She gasped and started to pant as she moved faster and faster over him. Robb nuzzled her neck and slipped his hands under her shirt. He flicked her nipples with his thumbs over her bra and Sansa moaned. "Oh, God, Robb…"

"That's it, sweetheart, that's my girl…" he urged. "Ride me, Sansa. God, you feel so good. So tight and hot and wet around my cock." He gripped her hips and guided her up and down on him.

"I'm…going to…" She came, hard, and dug her nails into his shoulders.

Robb followed her, his hips lifting off the seat as he pumped his seed inside her. "Fuck, Sansa, yes, my Sansa, God yes…"

Sansa slumped against him, panting. "Car sex is hot."

"I want you in a bed," he murmured. "Spread out for me like a feast."

She hummed in agreement, liking the sound of that. She could picture it, too. "Hours and hours of just exploring each other," she murmured.

"Yes," he agreed hotly. "It will happen. It will."

Sansa wondered if it was her own worries making her hear some doubt in Robb's voice. She wanted to ask him about it, but didn't want to ruin the moment. Did he doubt her? Or were there just too many variables that could blow their plans straight to hell?

The though made Sansa shiver and she wrapped her arms around him and buried her face in his neck. When his arms came around her, she felt somewhat better. In his arms she felt safe. She felt stronger. It was them against the world.

"You okay?" he asked softly as he stroked her back with one hand.

"Just worried a little I guess."

"Don't be," he whispered and kissed her shoulder. "It's going to be fine. We're going to be fine."

Sansa wasn't sure, but it sounded like he was trying to not only convince her, but himself too.