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Who: Robb & Jeyne
Broadcast: n/a
Action: Robb wakes up and there is Jeyne
When: Right after the Halloween party

When darkness surrounds him it almost feels as a relief. The pain ebbs away and the screams around him subside. The vivid thoughts about Grey Wind become blurry. Yet, Roose Bolton's words remain. They echo inside his head in an obnoxious persistent way.

'Jaime Lannister sends his regards'

He murmurs the words in his sleep, stirring underneath the blankets. Now he knows what others have known for a long time. And he realizes that he had always told himself that he would undo it, that he would throw himself out of a window. That he would fight. But when returning to the Twins he knew nothing anymore. The song that started it wasn't one familiar to his ears, yet his lady mother turned pale when hearing it. It was then when the arrows started to fly.

But when everything turns dark he starts to remember different things. Ships and space. And the faces of the people he calls his friends. His siblings are there as well. It feels as if one world bleeds into another. One memory changes into something else. They become more bright, more full of hope.

'Jaime Lannister sends his regards'

And that is when Robb's eyes open and he suddenly moves to sit up straight, breathing heavily, a hand dropping to his chest. He is alive and he is inside his room at space ship called the Blue Fish...

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She feels his tightened grip and understands what frightens him. It crosses her mind as well, the fate waiting for her back home. Her mother had arranged it all quite neatly, including the Lannister marriage she had wanted for Jeyne since she was young. No, I'm never going back to that. The force of that thought burns as harshly inside her as the lust that Robb managed to kindle to life. Her vows did not end with his death. She was his wife and always would be.

"I'm here," she whispered to him, reassuring him of that fact. She was here and she loved him. It was one thing to speak it aloud, it was another to truly feel it. The fact was reinforced with every move of his hips, every twitch inside her, heightened until her voice was echoing through the room. Her grip on his back tightening, leaving crescent mark shaped patterns made by her nails. "I'm here."

Her body was still sensitive from before, further fueled by the emotions of this moment and truly having him back. He wasn't asleep any longer, he wasn't a memory, he was with her and within her. She seized his lips in a kiss, letting his mouth muffle her growing moans.

She wanted to taste him, to feel him, to be surrounded by him completely.

Robb has never really been aware that he has been this desperate for sexual contact. And the fact that he is having it with his beloved wife only doubles what he feels. The desperation and need almost brings him to tears as his thrusts grow faster with every second. He wants to be with her, he has to. Even though she tells him that she is here he believes they could take her away from him any time they’d please.

The kiss is wild and lots of tongue and (sometimes) teeth, both caught up in their emotions, in the moment of being with each other again. Robb is sure he starts to cry at some point, overwhelmed by being close to a climax and being able to share that with his wife again.

“Jeyne...” he murmurs against her lips, shuddering on top of her. Somewhere in the back of his head he reminds himself that he wants to tell her that he is about to come, just because he thinks it is important to let her know such things. But his climax manages to catch him off guard and he swears to the gods above that he has never come so hard as he does at that moment.

If he’d care, the entire Blue Fish could hear his shout, followed by a couple of curse words and finally just Jeyne’s name. Over and over, until his voice grows rough.

She can feel his tears fall on to her skin, mixing with her own and strengthening the emotion she felt. They had been apart for too long. Her heart couldn't exist on its own without him, he gave her strength and joy. Without him, the world was a dark existence filled with only beasts and the coming storms. She knew he needed her as well, to bring him comfort and quiet. Apart, they seemed to be lost and broken, together they were stronger.

She gives in to the kiss, returning teeth and tongue with equal fervor as she feels herself driven to near madness by her emotions. She held fiercely to him, forgetting everything but the room and the feeling of him inside her.

After so long in his bed, Jeyne recognizes the signs of him nearing his climax. His movements become more desperate and the rhythm of his thrusts becomes unchecked. She did nothing to delay him, rocking up her hips wildly in return, nearing her own as well.

She shivers beneath him, coming with a long gasp and whispered words of prayers. His name escaped her lips over and over again, as though he were among the Seven. She buried her head into his shoulder, afraid to release him or let any of this moment pass. It seemed so rare and fragile, just as it felt so powerful. She was overwhelmed.

The first thing he notices is how tired his body feels, how sore his muscles are and how out of breath he is. At times soft sobs escape his mouth just because he simply doesn't have the power to stop them. It has been intense. From witnessing your own death to the reunion with his wife. From pure despair to something close to bliss.

He smiles against her skin when he she comes right after him, gasping and uttering his name in some sort of prayer. And after that it is just silence and the sound of their heavy breathing. Robb finds himself thinking of how much he needs this. How much he needed to have sex and how he had missed the entire concept of being loved in ways like this.

"Are you well?" he finally whispers, still lying still.

The sobs were equally shared, her tears still pouring gently down her cheeks. Happiness and euphoria flooded over her, lightening her heart until she felt weightless and free. The pains of the past no longer bound her to the ground. She could simply float freely in Robb's embrace.

Her fingers run through his hair, showering him with the tenderness that the afterglow seemed to bring her. She wanted to caress him, to give him all of the affection something this beautiful created. It seemed so long since they could be like this, and even then, it was never this tranquil or safe. There was nothing interrupting their peace.

She nodded, "Is it possible to simply 'be well?' All is perfect." Jeyne whispered to him, unable to suppress her grin. "You are here."

“I had hoped for this...” he whispers softly, nuzzling against her neck. His body feels sticky and sweaty and the long sleep hasn’t done him much good because once again he feels tired and completely worn out. Slowly he lifts his hips a little so he can slide himself out of her but after that he burrows himself right back into her embrace again.

“I love you.” The words are soft as he speaks and he allows himself to close his eyes again, enjoying the way her fingers thread through his hair.

She sighed happily, holding tightly to him as her mind felt clouded and dazed from the power of them coupling. After sitting by his bedside for so long, sleep was clamoring to overtake her. Perhaps for the first time in a long while, she would actually wake up fully rested.

"I love you," she whispered in return, pressing her brow into his shoulder. She would remain like this for the whole of the night. It was only when he was beside her that she felt whole again. Before too long, she had descended into her dreams, happier and filled with Robb.

There was no more death, only Robb and the life they could have here.

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