Robb woke slowly the next morning, and it took him a few seconds to get his bearings. California. Apartment. In bed with Sansa.

He couldn't help the smile that blossomed on his face as he rolled over to see her. She was curled away from him, facing the wall. He wanted to wake her up with kisses, but he also didn't want to disrupt her sleep. They'd both had quite the day the day before. He still felt tired himself. Not enough to go back to sleep, but the kind of tired where he thought it would be a good day to not do much.

Actually, it would be a great day to just stay in bed. With Sansa of course. Sex was considered exercise, right? He couldn't think of a better way to reach target heart rate than by making love to her all day.

She shifted beside him, stretching her legs and groaning. Robb grinned and scooted closer to her; he wrapped an arm about her and splayed his hand on her belly. He nuzzled at her neck. "Good morning, love," he murmured.

She stiffened, which was a bit disconcerting, and then she relaxed. "Good morning," she said.

"How do you feel?" he asked. He fingered the strap of her tank top and then moved it away and kissed her bare shoulder.

Sansa moved away from him, and her elbow got him in the stomach. He let out a grunt and she climbed out of bed and looked down at him apologetically. "Sorry."

"Where are you going?" he asked. He held out a hand. "Come back here."

"Have to pee," she said and headed to the bathroom.

Robb sighed and ran a hand through his curls. Hopefully when she returned they could back to the business of some foreplay. Of course, his own need to relieve himself soon became apparent, but he wouldn't move if it meant Sansa would come back and join him in the bed.

But she didn't. She emerged from the bathroom looking as though she'd brushed her hair, too. She looked down at him and smiled and then said, "I want eggs" before heading to the kitchen.

Robb's jaw clenched. Okay, so she didn't want to spend their first morning together alone christening their new bed. That was fine. Disappointing, but fine. She's still processing, he told himself.

It still hurt though, even as he told himself that this was all new to her. He'd lived away from home before so this wasn't all that different, though the circumstances were a bit stressful…but Sansa hadn't felt the pain of their separation while he'd been away because she didn't remember them. She didn't know that this was preferable to that.

She needs time to adjust, he thought. And with the scene at the airport…she's not changing her mind, she's just processing it.

"How do you want your eggs?" she called from the kitchen.

"Scrambled," he called back, and then crawled out of bed and went to the bathroom.

After he came out of the bathroom and joined Sansa in the kitchen, she had two plates out on the counter and was scrambling eggs in a pan on the stove. Coffee was percolating, and toast was in the toaster.

"What can I do?" he asked. He wanted to go to her, wanted to press himself against her back and steal a kiss or two or three, but he was afraid of being rejected again.

"Orange juice?" she asked.

He nodded and got out two glasses for orange juice. They didn't much in the way of glasses and mugs and utensils, but they'd gotten enough to get them through as they hadn't wanted to spend too much money.

"Is there anything you'd like to do today?" he asked as he poured the orange juice.

Sansa shut off the stove and carried the pan over to ration out the eggs. "The beach?"

"Sure," he said. "Do you have your bathing suit?"

"Yup." She put the pan in the sink and went to the microwave and turned it on. There was a plate of bacon inside. The toast popped and she grabbed the slices and placed one on his plate and one on hers. Robb got the butter and in silence they prepared their breakfast.

He wanted to ask her how she was feeling, what she was thinking. He wanted to know if she'd checked her phone, if she'd heard from anyone in the family. Yet he didn't want to push.

This wasn't how he'd imagined things going. He supposed the romantic in him had imagined they'd be all over each other with blissful smiles on their faces that couldn't be contained. Instead, Sansa was distant and he felt on edge waiting, it felt like, for her to tell him she wanted to go back home.

He wondered if hearing from home would help. If their family had in fact decided to disown them – and he wasn't so indifferent that he didn't feel pained at the thought – would it make clear to Sansa that they could not go back? Or, Christ, would it make her want to return home all the more?

Robb stared at his phone on the counter and though part of him wanted to check, he left it alone.

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Robb was pretty sure that Sansa meant to kill him with the black bikini she wore to the beach. He couldn't take his eyes off her and from the looks of the men around them, neither could they. "Will you get my back, Robb?" she asked him after they'd set out a blanket and their tote bag with water, some snacks and towels.

Robb kneeled behind her and Sansa drew her hair over her shoulder and down her front to give him access. He wondered how he was going to do this without getting hard because all he wanted to do was kiss every inch of her body and slide his hands all over her.

He looked around them, looking to see if anyone was watching them and thinking he had couldn't give himself away. He caught himself a second later. No one knew who they were here, he reminded himself. Here, Sansa was his girlfriend and if he wanted to nuzzle her neck or steal a few kisses he could.

It was on the tip of Robb's tongue to whisper how hot she looked in the bikini, but since she'd been distant all morning and dodging any touches from him, he figured that would be a bad idea. So, he slathered her back with sunblock and then she slathered him with sunblock and then they trekked down to the water together.

"It is warm!" Sansa exclaimed and smiled at him

They went in further until their waists were submerged and Sansa just stood there, staring out at the ocean and looking lost in thought.

"Sansa?"

She looked at him. "Yeah?"

To talk about it or not to talk about it. He shook his head. "Nothing."

"Will you tell me about how you learned to surf?" she asked.

He decided to take a chance. He held out his hand, his heart in his throat. "Only if you come closer."

She took his hand without even thinking about it and allowed him to draw her in close. He bent his head and nuzzled the side of her face. She placed her hands on his chest and looked up at him with a gentle smile on her face.

He talked to her about how he learned to surf, how he'd wiped out a lot and a couple times thought he might drown.

"I don't think I want you to do that then," she said.

"I got better. I learned what to do."

She rested her head on his chest and Robb held her close. He wanted to tell her loved her, that he would do anything for her, anything to make this better if she'd only tell him how, but he was afraid to speak. She was that wild animal again. Any sudden moves and he might drive her away.

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Sansa stared at her phone that had remained shut off since she and Robb had boarded the plane for California. She had thought about looking at it yesterday and after they'd arrived – had thought about it all day actually, but she had been afraid to.

She kept thinking about home, about how they were taking the news and they felt about her and Robb now. Part of her had the insane hope that they'd all say that they loved her and Robb anyway and it didn't matter to them what they did. In her head, it was her father that was first hit hard and then declared that he loved his kids and if they were in love then who was he to judge?

Sansa knew that wasn't logical, but she couldn't help but wish it all the same.

And now, while Robb was in the shower and Sansa was freshly showered and sitting on their couch in the living room she held her phone in her hands and tried to work herself up to turning it on.

"Just do it," she muttered to herself. "The not knowing is going to drive you crazier. Just do it."

So she did. As usual it took a few seconds for messaged and missed calls to come in. There were a few missed calls from her mother, only one from her Dad, and then a text from Arya.

You and Robb are gross. I can't believe you've done this. I've always know there was something wrong with you, Sansa.

Arya might as well have reached through the phone and slapped her. When Robb came out to join her in a t-shirt and boxers he found her with tears streaming down her face. She showed him the text and his jaw clenched. He deleted the message pulled Sansa onto his lap. He held her there while she cried into his shoulder. He rubbed her back and stroked her hair until she calmed down long enough to talk.

It all came tumbling out. The fear that their family hated them and thought just as Arya did. The fear that they really would be disowned. Was this something they could explain, she wondered? Was it something they might be able to one day understand? Would it just take time? What if one of them were sick and needed help or in a bad accident?

Robb just held her and let her get it out of her system. This was what she needed. When she'd calmed and quieted, he asked softly, "Do you think like Arya?"

"Sometimes I think there is something wrong with us," she said honestly.

Robb couldn't blame her for that. He'd thought that in the beginning too.

"What do you want to do, sweetheart?" he asked.

She pulled back and looked at him, and wiped at her eyes. "I want to call Mom."

"When?"

"Tomorrow."

"What do you want to say to her?"

"I just want to know what she told them, what she said. I want to know what Dad thinks, how he's doing…I want to know if we've been disowned."

Robb tucked some hair behind her ear. "What if we have been? Can you live with that?"

"I wish I had an answer to that," she said. "But I don't. I thought I knew how hard this part was going to be…the leaving part. I had no idea until it happened."

"Sansa—"

"I'm not going to leave you," she said. "I'm not going to go back."

"I wish I could say I was sure about that," he said, and his voice shook. "You won't even let me touch you, Sansa. I don't want you to resent me."

"I don't resent you," she said earnestly. "I'm sorry, I – I just can't shut off my brain. I was afraid to know what they were thinking and feeling and now I need to know so that I can deal with it."

Robb took her hands and pressed them to his chest and looked up at her imploringly. "Stop shutting me out. I can't take it when you do that. The only way we're going to work through this is if we do it together. Please, Sansa."

"I'm sorry," she whispered and leaned down to kiss him. "I'm sorry. I love you, Robb, I do."

He moaned and took her face in his hands and kissed her hungrily, desperately. Sansa met his fervent kisses with her own. She straddled him and Robb took a chance and stood, his hands under her bottom.

He carried her into their bedroom – God, yes, theirs – and laid her down on it. He pulled her shorts down and her panties and bent over her and put his mouth on her pussy. He licked, laved, and teased until Sansa was writing under him, her fingers tangled in his hair, begging him to let her cum. He sucked her clit in his mouth and she cried out, tightening her hands in curls. She whimpered and pulled lightly on his hair. "Inside me," she muttered. "Robb, please."

Robb pulled himself way long enough to discard his shirt and boxers and then he climbed over her and pushed her tank top up from her belly and kissed her there. He trailed kisses up to her breasts and she sat up long enough to discard her top. He licked and sucked at one breast before treating the other one with the same attention.

"Robb," she moaned and drew his face up to hers. She kissed him ardently and spread her legs, encasing his hips were her thighs.

Robb kissed her as he reached down and placed himself at her opening. He pushed inside and she let out a long moan and her eyes fluttered shut.

"Look at me," he commanded and her eyes flew open and locked on his.

She was so wet and hot and tight, and Robb was determined to make her come again before he did. He dropped one elbow by her shoulder and dug his hand under her head and drew her up to kiss her soundly as he steadily pumped in and out of her. Her soft skin, her sweet scent, her clutching pussy on his dick, and the whimpers in the back of her throat – he was in heaven. "Tell me you love me," he demanded.

"I love you," she panted.

He grabbed the hand that was on his shoulder and pressed it into the bed over her head as he entwined their fingers. "My Sansa," he muttered and moved faster, harder. "Mine."

"Robb," she whimpered. "I'm going to come."

"Come for me," he growled. "Come on my cock."

That did it. Her eyes rolled up in the back of her head and she cried out as her walls clamped and pulsed around his hard shaft. He thrust hard once, twice, three times, and then came with a gush inside her. He held himself over her as he came and then he collapsed against her and buried his face in her neck.

He felt their clasped hands disengage and she drew her now free hand down his sweat-slickened back. She kissed the side of his face and he lifted his head and looked down at her. He couldn't find his voice to ask if that was okay that he took them to bed.

She smiled a siren's smile and pushed at him. He rolled onto his back and fell out of her and they both shared a moan. She then draped herself over him and started to kiss her way down his body. Robb shut his eyes, tangled his fingers in her silky strands, and braced himself for the pleasure that was about to come. Pun intended.

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