Sansa woke from her doze to the feel of Robb peppering kisses over her back and one hand rubbing her ass. She was laying on her stomach and she shifted and let out a moan to let him know she was awake. She smiled sleepily when she felt Robb press himself against her back. She could feel his erection against her ass and she pushed back at him in silent invitation.

He bit her lightly on the shoulder and rumbled in her ear, "Ready for round two?"

She rubbed her bottom against his cock and nodded eagerly. She started to turn around, but Robb stayed her and said, "No, stay like this."

She peered over her shoulder at him as he pushed her more firmly against the mattress. "Lift your luscious ass for me, Sansa," he ordered. She did and he stuffed a pillow under her. "Keep your legs together for me, sweetheart."

Sansa bit her lip, wondering how this was going to work exactly and then she felt his thighs encase hers so that he was straddling her. She then felt his cock rub against her pussy and she moaned and gripped the pillow under her head.

"You're so wet," he murmured in appreciation and slowly slid inside her.

Sansa gasped.

"Am I hurting you?" Robb asked.

"No," she said. "You just feel bigger this way."

He pulled back until just the tip of him was inside, paused, and then surged inside her. Sansa gasped again.

"Still good?" he asked.

"Don't stop," she begged as she got up on her elbows and lifted up slightly, clutching the pillow's edge.

He drove her crazy alternating between slow strokes and then fast. He'd bring her to the brink and then back off and slow down.

"Robb, please…" she begged and pushed her ass against him when he started to go slow again.

"Tell me what you want, sweet girl," he said as he drew himself almost completely out of her.

"Make me come, Robb, please, I'm so close."

He pressed his body against hers completely and peppered kisses along her back and neck. "How do you want it, Sansa, you have to tell me."

"Harder. Faster. Please."

He did the opposite of what she asked however and pulled completely out of her, and then moved off of her, kneeling.

"Are you trying to kill me?" she demanded and looked over her shoulder at him.

He put his hands on her hips. "Get on your knees for me, sweetheart."

Sansa shivered. He was going to take her doggy style. She didn't hesitate to get up on all fours, moving the pillow that had been under her stomach out of the way. She wiggled her ass at him and he groaned and slid his hands over the cheeks of her ass.

"Spread your legs for me," he instructed. She did so and he moved in between them and placed a hand between her shoulder blades and pushed. Sansa took the hint and rested her head on the pillow there while keeping her ass up.

Robb slammed inside her and Sansa gasped and cried out, "Yes, God, yes, like that, please!"

"You're going to be the death of me," Robb groaned.

Her? she thought. She was going to be the death of him?! She was pretty sure she was going to combust into flames soon.

He slid out of her slowly and then slammed inside her again. He did this three more times, leaving Sansa pleading with him incoherently to let her come.

He started to pound inside her, fast and hard just as she'd asked. Sansa clutched at the headboard, wrapping her fingers around the wrought iron columns. Robb grunted behind her and she pushed back at him with her ass.

"Fuck me, Sansa," he commanded, his breathing heavy. "Fuck me back."

She drew herself up and curled her fingers around the top of the headboard. She met his thrusts, fucking back at him and then she came so hard she bowed her head down, just clinging to the headboard as her whole body shuddered. Her mouth opened to cry out, but no sound came out and her eyes were shut tight.

Robb continued to pump inside her and then he held himself still as he came. "Sansa, God, yes, squeeze me just like that! Fuck!"

Sansa collapsed to the bed, her arms no longer able to hold her up. Robb followed her down, his front to her back once more.

Tremors continued to pulse through Sansa's body as Robb rolled to his side and drew her with him as though he couldn't bear to let even an inch between their bodies. He wrapped an arm around her and splayed his hand on her belly possessively. He nuzzled at her shoulder and her neck and murmured how much he loved her, how hot she made him, and how she was his and he was hers.

Sansa did something then that surprised her. She started to cry. She'd heard of people experiencing some kind of release through yoga or exercise or meditation – how their energy would shift inside them and they'd experience a release of something they hadn't realized they were holding onto and they'd start to cry. She didn't know it could happen after sex, but that had also been some fucking amazing sex.

"Sansa," Robb said worriedly. "Sweetheart, what's wrong? Sansa, talk to me. Did I hurt you?"

She shook her head. "I just love you so much. I knew I loved you before now, but I just – I feel like my heart is going to burst with how much. It's like you're in my bones and my blood. I mean, I know you're in my blood because you're my brother—" She broke off in frustration, tears streaming down her face. "Can you just get what I mean?"

"I do know, I know," he murmured. "Sansa, look at me."

She turned in his arms and buried her face in his chest, wetting him with her tears. Robb grasped her face in his big hands and pulled her face up to his. He kissed her hungrily, desperately, and she swore she could feel his love course through her. Or was it hers, encompassing them both?

When he broke the kiss he looked at her, tears in his eyes. "That's how it's always been for me with you," he told her. "You're everywhere inside me, imprinted on my heart and my soul." He kissed her again. "I thought I was going to lose you," he gasped.

"Never," she promised. She laughed softly. "We're a couple of saps."

"As long as those are happy tears…?"

She smiled and kissed him. "Overwhelmingly happy tears," she said. For a long while they just lay their together, limbs entangled, murmuring their love to each other.

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Later that evening, Robb and Sansa emerged from bed long enough to pop a frozen pizza in the oven. Robb wore a pair of boxer and Sansa wore his t-shirt. He lifted her onto the counter as their pizza baked in the oven and stood between her legs, his hands on either side of her on the counter, and kissed her languidly.

Sansa placed her arms down on his shoulders and looked down at him when their kiss ended. "I have a question," she said.

He smiled. "Yes?"

"When did you know? I mean, can you pinpoint the moment you knew you loved me?"

"It was your freshman year and you came home from school one day in tears because some asshole had made fun of you on the bus. I wanted to rip him apart. I knew it was love because I knew I would have done anything to make you smile. I took you out to dinner and mini-golf and anytime you smiled at me I felt ten feet tall."

"What happened to the boy who teased me?"

Robb laughed and ducked his head. "He may or may not have found his head in the toilet in the boy's locker room."

Sansa laughed. "Just how many heads rolled in your quest to defend me?"

"Not very many. I think people caught on quick that if they messed with you they messed with me."

Robb kissed her and then went to the cabinet to get a couple glasses. Sansa watched him get them both water with ice and she nibbled on her bottom lip thoughtfully. "Robb?"

"Hmm?"

"I've been thinking…"

"About?" he asked as he handed her a glass.

Sansa took the glass and tapped her nails against the side. "Well, you know how I was going to change my name and all that?"

"Yeah?"

"Well, I was thinking unless I have to for whatever reason, maybe I could keep mine?"

He frowned and finished his sip of water. "But people will know we're related."

"Not necessarily."

"What are we going to tell people? That it's a coincidence we have the same last name?"

"We could tell them we're married."

A look of wonder passed over his features and then he broke into a wide smile. "You'd be my wife?"

"Well, maybe not literally but kind of?"

He marched over to her, put his glass down on the counter, then took hers and put it down next to his and grabbed her face and kissed her. "We'll need rings. We could have our own ceremony—"

"Robb, slow down," she laughed. "We don't need rings right away. When we start working, okay? You have that interview Monday, right?"

He nodded, but it was like he didn't hear her. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close. "Wrap your legs around me," he muttered.

She did, wondering what he had in mind. Then he picked her up and carried her to the couch. She laughed as they descended upon it as one beast. "What about our dinner?" she asked when he stood to discard his boxers. He was hard. Sansa removed his shirt and reached for him.

"The buzzer will go off," he said and came to lay down on top of her.

Sansa kissed him and wrapped her arms around him. "The idea of wearing rings turns you on, huh?"

"The idea of you being mine wholly and completely turns me on." He placed his fingers at her opening and sank one finger inside her while rubbing her clit. "To the world, you'll be my wife."

Sansa moaned and arched her back. She reached between them and stroked his cock as he fingered her. He moaned and Sansa lifted her hips.

"Put me inside you," he whispered.

She placed him at her opening and Robb slowly pushed inside her. He started a steady rhythm inside her and then bent his head and took one breast into his mouth, and then the next. It was as if there was a direct line to her pussy from her breasts when he did that. She clenched her muscles around him and he groaned. "Do that again."

Thank you, Cosmo, for those articles on Kegel exercises, she thought and clenched around him again and again.

"Sansa," he gasped. "God, I love you so much."

"Kiss me," she commanded.

He obliged her, his tongue slipping inside her mouth, mimicking the action of his cock.

Sansa buried her hands in his hair at the nape of his neck. "I'm so close…"

"Come for me, sweetheart. Come on…" he urged. He started to go faster. Harder.

Sansa lifted her legs and wrapped them around his waist and he went even deeper inside her.

"Oh God, you're so deep inside me," she moaned.

Robb pressed his forehead against hers as he moved forward, digging his knees into the couch and jackhammering inside her.

Sansa dug her nails in his shoulders and came. "Robb, oh fuck, yes!"

Robb thrust hard three times and shouted as he came inside her.

And then the buzzer went off for their pizza.

Sansa laughed as she drew him down for kiss. "Perfect time, honey."

He grinned. "I'm a man of many talents."

"You'll get no argument from me on that," she murmured. "So, um, can you bring the food here? I don't think I can move."

He laughed and kissed her. "As you wish, mi'lady."

Looks like Robb got his wish for a sex-a-thon!