robbstarking prompted: she only lets him kiss her in the dark
When Sansa feels a warming at the base of her spine it both thrills and terrifies her and when one day she confesses to Robb what she feels and he looks at her with his clear blue eyes, exactly like hers, smiling “What is there to be terrified of? I won’t let any harm come to you.”
One day, they are kissing and he is just tangling his hands in her hair as he so likes to do when a loud noise causes them to separate with a start. Their father approaches them, a deep crease between his brows and mouth turned down in a frown as the two shift further away from each other.
“Brothers and sisters do not kiss each other” is all their father says, his eyes both troubled and hard and Robb blushes hot under his father’s gaze. It’s not as if he hadn’t known that brothers and sisters don’t kiss but with Sansa it hardly seemed just like kissing, it had seemed just another way of letting her know that he would be there for her, but he nods all the same.
Later that night when Sansa slips into his chambers and climbs in beside his bed, eyes shining, he comforts himself with the knowledge that he isn’t kissing her, he’s only caring for her.
“I don’t want father to be upset” she confesses that night even as she presses her mouth to his, darling to only lick into his mouth when he first licks into hers.
At her concerns, Robb suddenly moves off her and turns to blow out the lit candles. When he returns, he settles himself even closer than he has dared before, his weight comforting her.
“Here we don’t have to be brother and sister.” He says against her skin “Isn’t it easier to pretend otherwise with the candles out?”.
Sansa smiles, thrilled that he has found a way to ease her worries as he always does “Then, I can truly be a princess here and you knight…perhaps even a king?” she asks
“I don’t see why not.” He says, chuckling against her and Sansa smiles back at him, hopings he will see it even in the dark
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The only time that he tries to kiss her outside of her chambers, out in the open, is the day that the King arrives to Winterfell. Sansa is giggling with Jeyne about the handsome prince and the news that she will be a Queen one day when Robb approaches them, his face set in a surly scowl
He orders Jeyne away dismissively, and Sansa waits silently for him to explain whatever has him so upset but all he does is walk her to the goodswood quietly, remaining tense at her side with his anger
“Did Theon say-” She’s cut off by his mouth covering hers and before she can think, she’s returning his kiss; she can see his hair so red, parts of it catching the light around them and flashing almost orange- and oh Gods, the light!
She pushes him away quickly, even as her heart pounds and her cheeks flush “What are you doing?”
“I’m kissing you,” he says, leaning forward again as she shrinks further away from him.
She simply stares at him haughtily “Why would you do that?” she asks “Brothers and sisters do not kiss each other.”
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Sansa's hair shines and as she turns her head, light catches her sun streaked hair, making something unpleasant twist in Robb’s stomach; it is the Southern sun that has streaked her hair like so, before she went South, her hair was just as dark an auburn as Robb’s own hair. Now, it is different.
Her eyes, the same blue as his own, do not seek his gaze, focusing fixatedly ahead or the people of Winterfell who approach her. She unfailingly polite, smiling graciously, offering her hand to men, laughing with the women and leaning to kiss the children when they admire her and the hope it brings to the people of the North warms Winterfell even in the midst of winter.
But it does nothing for Robb, and all he can see are the cracks in her perfectly mask. Only he who can see the blank look in her eyes and the way she flinches away when someone gets too close.
The musicians start playing and as the singer croons of a knight who saves a fair maid from a monster, there is a moment, only a brief second, where Sansa’s gaze catches his and then she’s turning away from him.
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She requests that he comes to her chambers, and he is too full of hope at the fact that this is the first time she has talked to him without him coaxing her to worry about the whys.
It is only when she opens the door with the same blank look that she wears so often now that doubt creeps in. With only a look at him, she hurries back to her bed, climbing under the furs as he stands frozen in the door.
She still isn’t looking at him when she speaks, with all the commanding of a Queen “Bar the door, Robb.” Stunned, he does as she bids, the hope sparking again at her use of his name and not his title, something so rare now.
He waits for her next command, stomach rolling in both anticipation and something else as she keeps her back to him
“Blow out the candles,” he does as she says even as he doesn’t dare to think about what will come next, not when is stomach is sinking and his heart is beating faster both at the same time.
He stands there, in the dark of the room waiting for her to decide next when she hears her speak “I am a fair maid, and you my knight” she orders, voice taking on the same tone she used as a child when telling him of what role he was to play in their games
“There was a monster that stole me away from my castle,” she says, “and although you killed the monster, before that, he put a curse on me that left me to sleep forever and ever, and the only way to wake me is with my true love’s kiss, so you must kiss me and lift the curse.” He hears the tremble in her voice this time, how it is thick with tears and before he can think better of it, he moves forward, finding her bed blindly before reaching out with his hands to find her.
He can tell that she lays flat of her back and when he traces her face with her fingers, he finds her soft skin wet from tears. He seeks her mouth out first with his thumb and then leans down and finds it with his own mouth.
Her lips are soft under his and after a moment, she parts them, her breath warm against him. He keeps his mouth as soft as possible, pulling away before long and for a brief second there is no sound from her, only her taste on his mouth to keep him company
“You’ve saved me, my brave knight,” she says, voice shaking “Now come lay beside me and sleep”
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It becomes a routine and although she remains as detached as ever all other times, when he comes to her at night, she responds warmly and presses kisses to his mouth and lets him tangle himself with her and he learns to take what she gives him, grows glad of the warmth she allows even if it is in the dark.
He learns to love her soft, chaste, closed mouth kisses, satisfied with the intimacy.
Until one night that he wakes, sweating and to her mouth pressed to his jaw
“Sansa?”
She shushes him quietly and he realizes in shame that his cock is growing hard against her as she moves closer to him. It has been a problem before as he has woken up in the morning, pressing himself to her back but he has always ignored it, always moved away but this night she is the one who moves forward, her mouth pressing to his ear
“You are a blacksmith and I am a farmer’s daughter,” she says quietly “And we have married each other, this is the night of our wedding,” as she speaks she creeps a hand down to palm his cock and he cannot stop the choked moan that comes from him “and we will lie together as a man and wife.”
“Sansa-“ he starts to protest even as he bucks into her hand as it grasps him more firmly
“Beatrice,” she corrects “my name is Beatrice and yours is Cedric,” she grabs his hand and pulls it to her breast, giving a low moan as he almost helplessly finds her nipple with his thumb “and I am only a farmer’s daughter and you are only a blacksmith and if we wish to marry and spend our nights fucking then we will, and no one will object to it,” she reminds him
He kisses her, and rolls atop her, and then he is lost.
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The next day, in front of the council she requests that he find her a husband and watches with a careful gaze as he writes the letters.
At times she thinks to tell him she has changed her mind, and that she wishes to remain at Winterfell but thinks better of it as she watches him sign the letters.
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