Almost Home Pt. 5 (Robb Stark x Reader)
A/N: I’m really enjoying writing this series. I’m undecided on how many parts I’m going to make, but it will probably reach 10 at the minimum. We’ll have to see. :) Announcement time: if you have any ideas for either stand-alone imagines (one part ones) or ideas for another series, please let me know, either in the comments or shoot me a message. Also, if you would like to be in the tag list, let me know as well! I’m starting it from this imagine part and forward, so just let me know. :)
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TAGLIST:
@youshouldbescared
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WARNINGS: slightly sexual content (but not really)
Y/N’s POV
The weeks passed on without incident, eventually turning into months. Catelyn Stark said nothing of her conversation with Robb, but ceased talking to me almost altogether. Although I did prefer to have a person to talk to, if this meant that she wouldn’t try to feed me the lies that I had believed so easily before, I would gladly take her silence as a blessing.
I found myself falling for Robb over the past few months, way faster than I imagined it would happen. He would make occasional visits, stopping by just as I was feeding the last mare in the stables and was alone. Eventually, we found ourselves beginning to meet later at night when everyone was asleep.
It started one evening when he had just finished drinking with some friends. After a sharp knock on the door, I opened it to see him standing there. His eyes were slightly red, but he looked like he had at least some control of his actions.
“Can I help you, Your Grace?” I asked, an amused smile on my face.
“Would you mind sharing your bed for a night?” Robb asked rather loudly, his voice echoing down the hall.
“Ssssh. You have to be quiet.” I grabbed his hand and pulled him inside, shutting the door before turning back to him. “How much did you drink?”
“Not too much.” He shrugged, before walking over to my bed and laying down with a huff. “But enough that I don’t know how to get back to my room by myself.”
“I don’t know whether to feel bad for you, or laugh at you.” I giggle before coming over to the bed and laying down next to him. “You know you could have been caught coming over here, right?”
“I know.” Robb sighed as he looked over at me. “But I thought that it’d be worth a shot. At least I get to see you somewhere other than the stables.”
“But the stables are a lot less risky than coming to my room late at night.” I smiled softly as his fingers moved gently to brush against my cheek “I do not think that your mother would be thrilled to find out that we… well, you know.”
“No, I don’t.” Robb smirked in amusement. “Tell me more.”
“Shut up.” I laughed and rolled my eyes as he pulled me closer to him by my waist. “Robb….”
“What? We’re free to do whatever we want in this room. Can I at least have a kiss?”
“I fear you may not remember it in the morning.”
“Like I said…” Robb’s hand gently cupped my face, and I leaned my cheek into his palm as I gazed into his eyes. “I didn’t drink that much. I’m pretty sure I’d have to be flat out wasted if I was to forget kissing you.”
“Whatever you say, Robb Stark.” I closed my eyes as a smirk spread across my lips. “Maybe we should get some-“
My sentence was cut off, as warm lips brushed against my own. I smiled against my partners lips, pulling away a few moments later and opening my eyes to meet his startling Tully blue eyes. “Do you think you’ll remember that one?”
“Maybe I should try once more, just in case.” Before I could respond with a witty remark, I was pulled gently back into his warm embrace, his lips connecting with mine once more. Unlike our last kiss, he was not as gentle, not as tender. It was as if this would be the last time we would ever be together, and he needed me to be as close to him as possible for as long as I could.
The slightly humorous atmosphere melted into something that I had never experienced before, and in a single movement, all without breaking our kiss, Robb moved to hover over me. My hands moved up his chest and into his hair, slightly pulling at the dark curls as we kissed. A gentle sound escaped his lips at the action, and I did it again, prompting the same response as before.
After a moment, our kiss ended, but before I could protest, his lips moved down to my neck. A delicious moan left my lips, and I bit my lip to keep quiet. “Robb?”
He didn’t respond, only moving higher up my neck to gently kiss the skin underneath my ear.
“Robb. I think we should pace ourselves.” I laughed shakily, my stomach feeling as if it was swarming with butterflies. My body was certainly betraying my mind at this moment. The King of the North let out a small sigh, before pulling away to meet my eyes. His eyes were lit with excitement, as well as slight disappoint that I had asked to stop. But there was understanding as well.
“I think you’re right.” Robb smiled, and rolled off me to lay on the bed. He turned his head to face me. “I understand.”
“I’m sorry, it’s just… I haven’t done anything like this before, and I don’t want to…” I fumbled with my words, my face burning as I tried to make excuses that didn’t make it sound like I was rejecting him. Gods, I was sure sounding stupid.
“You do not have to be sorry, or apologize for anything.” His arm wrapped around me, pulling me closer to his chest before he tilted my chin so our eyes met. “I will wait as long as you wish, even if that day never comes. Because, I’m not here for just the night. I will be here as long as you want me here. You know that, right?”
“You mean you’ll always be here in my room late at night and drunk?” I rolled my eyes playfully, and he chuckled slightly before kissing my head gently.
“That is not what I meant. “ Robb pushed a loose strand of hair behind my ear, and gazed down at me. “And I’m not drunk. I only had one or two pints.”
“I know. I just love to tease you.” I smiled before leaning up to kiss him gently. “We should probably get some sleep. Are you sure it’s not a problem that you aren’t in your chambers tonight?”
“If my mother says a word about it, I’ll come up with a good story.”
I smiled sadly as I got up to get the lit candle before bringing it to my nightstand, and sitting back down on the bed. “Do you think that she will ever know about… us?”
“One day.” The bed creaked slightly and I smiled as I felt his slight scruff rub gently against my neck as his lips brushed against my cheek. “She is still misses Father dearly. I think that it will take her time to see more change in the House of Stark.”
“I’m sure it will.” I blew out the flame, the moonlight from outside pouring into the room softly, giving a little light in the otherwise dark room. I climbed underneath the blankets I had been provided, Robb doing the same. “Whenever it happens, she won’t be terribly pleased.”
“No.” He pulled me closer to his side. “But I will be tremendously pleased. And by that time, all of the pain and loss of war will be behind us. I don’t think she’ll care at that point.” Robb paused for a moment before continuing. “Are these all the blankets you have? You must be freezing here at night. I’ll go get you some more furs.”
“Not tonight.” I grabbed his arm gently as he started to climb out of bed. “All I need is you right now.”
“Well, I suppose that could be arranged.”
I closed my eyes with a smile as I lay that night in the arms of Robb Stark, the one true King who would one day sit upon the Iron Throne. I could only pray to the Gods that it would all happen soon, and that neither of us would lose the other in the process.
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