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Who: Robb & Jeyne
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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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He keeps watching her, wondering what she'd do. Words do not come easy anymore, it is as if they are stuck inside his throat and do not want to come out anymore. And if he would say anything he would push her away, he would prove himself weak and tired.

"Thank you..." Robb hears himself murmur, smiling just a little before he can feel her lips cover his, parting slightly and inviting him for something deeper, something more. A shudder goes through his body and he is not sure if it is relief or that it stems from a certain desire for warmth and love. Or maybe both. His thoughts are a mess.

He places his hands on her cheeks and parts his lips as well, kissing her back slowly. Everything feels so familiar that it hurts. Like coming home while home is nothing but an illusion and a dream far away.

The time for words had passed. She had waited for a reunion like this for over a week, hoping that nothing would change between him and that he would desire her as he once did. It was such a blessed relief to know he wanted her kisses, just as he wanted her.

She shifted, moving so that she could sit on his lap, careful not to break the kiss. She curled herself against him, letting kiss remain languid and romantic. She was exploring him again, familiarizing herself once more with the taste and feel of him. Desire flooded her fast and hot, kindling the longing that had existed in her into an inferno.

Despite her wish not to distress him, she can feel a few lone tears spill free. Her emotions overpowering her determination to remain strong for him. She had missed him and this. Just the touch of him.

She wrapped her arms around him, holding him close and tight against her. Without words, she wanted him to know how much she loved him.

Eventually tears start to burn in his eyes as well. He needed this more than he could ever imagine and he finds himself overcome with emotions. Ones that come from dying, from wanting and not being allowed to want, from needing and never allow himself anything. From missing her fiercely.

For once her presence manages to drown out the presence Roose Bolton has left inside of him. He feels her body against him, hands moving as if she had to memorize every bit of him again and finally she pulls him into a tight embrace. And the need is suddenly overwhelming, coming over him like a wave.

His arms wrap themselves around her, fingers digging into the fabric of her dress. He is crying and kissing her at the same time and notices how their kiss slowly changes from slow and intense to something desperate and full of fire.

Once she feels his tears against her skin, she lets her emotions free. Everything that she had held back and had to carry in her loneliness and isolation is released, racing through the ferocity and desperation of her kisses. She had held herself together for so long, missing him but resigning herself to the endless sorrow of widowhood. With one touch, she felt herself crumble until she was clutching him and chasing his embrace with overwhelming fire.

The feel of his body, the heaviness of their breathing, it rushes about her like a torrent, pulling her back into memories that she had been afraid to relive. It was so similar to their first time, when he drowned his mourning in her body, releasing his anguish within her. Only now, it was a mutually shared grief. They had been apart for so long, their reunion deserved to shake the world.

She pressed his hand over her heart, letting him feel the steady rhythm and to remind himself that she was truly here. She clutched him tightly against her, becoming oppressively hot beneath his touch.

"Don't cry...don't..." Robb whispers between their kisses, his lips swollen from the intensity of them. Finally he presses his lips against her cheek in an attempt to kiss those tears away. "You should not cry..." He murmurs the words against her skin, breathing heavily. It felt like the first time they kissed. Where grief consumed him and guilt washed over him and all he could do was drown himself in her presence.

At some point he is sure that he cannot stop kissing her, claiming her lips and mouth over and over again. As if the world was going to end. And when she places his hand on her heart he smiles against her lips, murmuring her name.

She couldn't stop her tears. What began as grief had changed to joy. She nuzzled into him, showering his face with kisses in return. A small giggle poured from her as she beamed at him in amazement. "You're here," her words nothing more than a murmur against his lips. "You're really here."

For her, it felt as if the world had begun again. She felt alive in his arms, her mind and body pulling itself from the tomb that she had constructed around her heart. Wrapped in his embrace, she was safe and she was home once more.

As she caressed his hair and neck, her fingers slipped beneath his shirt color, feeling the planes of his back. The sudden exposure to his body dragged a soft moan of desire from her lips. While she was normally shy about such things, she followed the prompting of her lust and hunger. She tugged quickly at the buttons of her dress, pulling at her sleeves until her bodice had been removed for him.

Her words make him chuckle softly. "I could say the same of you..." Because she was here. She was truly here, her body moving against his and her mouth on his skin, hands sneaking underneath his shirt. It is obvious that they have lost all reservations and doubts and when he notices how fast she is getting out of half her dress he cannot help a soft groan.

They are both here. And it feels as if it has been forever since they last had each other like this.

Once again he presses his lips to hers, pulling her into another deep and long kiss while covering one of her exposed breasts with his hand, squeezing firmly. And once again he cannot help groaning into the kiss, desiring her more than anything in the entire universe.

"I can hardly believe it myself," she said with a breathless laugh. It had felt like a dream before, but never so much as this moment. Given all that she had been told, he had been waiting for her, just as she had been waiting for him. The gods were kinder than she believed and allowed them to find one another once more.

His groans sent shivers racing down her spine towards her nether regions. She pulled at his shirt, lifting it up so that she could run her hands over the expanse of his chest and sides, feeling once more the muscles that she had loved.

She wanted to be his wife in all ways again. To share his bed, to rest in his heart and to hear him whisper her name in the midst of desire. "I love you," she told him once more, burning as each word passed through her lips.

Edited 2016-11-09 05:17 (UTC)

It feels like ages since he has been with a woman and it is no surprise that the situation between his legs becomes quite dire in quite a fast way. There has never really been a problem with his libido after they got married. In fact, bedding her makes him forget his troubles for a while, a pleasant, warm relief from every day stress. From the weight of his crown. From his men asking him questions he could barely answer. From the angry glares he got from some.

He declaration of love makes him warm up and he looks up at her, smiling broadly, forgotten about the suffering he experienced back there inside lord Frey’s great hall. “You will have my heart forever,” he replies before pressing another kiss on her lips, both of his hands busying themselves with her breasts now. Each touch overly eager and firm, as if he has to discover them all over again.

“I forgot how perfect your teats are, Jeyne...” he half-groans, half-murmurs, pressing himself close to her again so he can try to peel the rest of her dress away from her.

They had always been voracious for each other. Their marriage was often filled with nights like this, as the stress and pains of the day were forgotten in each other's arms. Despite how shy she was with the subject of intimacy, she was no less enthusiastic to bring Robb pleasure and to chase her own.

She shifted in his lap until she was straddling him, awed by how quickly his passions were raised. She had no way of knowing whether or not he remained true to her during his time on this ship, but it moved her to know that he wanted her as much as he had in their world (if not more.)

Jeyne blushed, lowering her face shyly. "Have you had much room for comparison?" She teased him, following his guidance and pulled off the rest of her dress. She tugged at his trousers, wishing to join with her husband and to ride him towards that sweet ecstasy that she had near forgotten. A voice in the back of her whispered at her, wondering if it was safe. They were in a game, would others be watching as well.

But feeling him shift beneath her, adding friction between them sent those questions back into the ether. She wanted him, she didn't care about the rest.

Edited 2016-11-11 18:44 (UTC)

Robb is not thinking about the Atroma and their prying eyes. And if they were watching or not. His mind is completely occupied with Jeyne's presence. He knows she can be shy when it is about this, about intimacy and touches. Even though they know each other's bodies quite well, there are moments where their wants and needs cause their cheeks to redden. As if they suddenly realized they were naked and pleasuring one another as if the world might if they did not do so.

"Not much..." he answers and shakes his head. "I have not been with another." He has peeked at Kitty's cleavage and he has had a drunk jerking off session but that was it. He has not been untrue.

When she helps him with getting rid of her dress he bites his lip fiercely. She is still as beautiful. Her skin still as soft and perfect and his breeches are getting too tight at this point.

"You may go on..." Robb whispers when she tugs at his pants, his breathing loud and a little uneven. "Gods...to have your hands there..."

It was an interesting line that she crossed. Even in her more breathless moments, she often wondered what possessed her. For all of her shyness and demurring about the subject, she had explored and attempted other means of pleasing her husband. Things that she had only heard the kitchen maids whispering about, but never considered until she met Robb. He was open, he was responsive and she rather enjoyed the daring feeling she got when she touched or kissed him in places that would be considered brazen by proper ladies.

She felt a rush of joy at his admittance, her face bright and glowing. "It's because you are mine, mine alone and I am only yours." She whispered, growing bolder with her actions and movements. If he remained true to her, then she would find a way to make this night more than memorable. She wanted it to surpass all of their previous couplings.

"Hands...and kisses?" She offered, remembering how she once used her mouth.

Robb had learned that there was more than just putting his cock in, release his seed and roll over to fall asleep. There could be touching, stroking, kissing and licking. He learned what he liked and knew what she liked.

"I would not forget such a thing." There is a lazy and mischievous sort of grin on his face as he looks at her, his hands dropping lower and sliding over her ass. It is somewhat of a possessive thing he tends to do. As if it is truly necessary to remind her that she belongs to him.

"Your sweet mouth would make it even better." And to emphasize how good that would be he squeezes her ass firmly, his fatigue completely forgotten. "I beg of you..."

Her face turned bright red as his hands moved lower. Only in the privacy of their room could she confess to enjoying his possessiveness of her, as she enjoyed returning it to him as well. Given the speed of their marriage, it was exciting to know that it wasn't simple out of duty or honor. They wanted each other, in all the ways a woman might hope.

"See that you don't," she teased him, pressing him to lay back against the bed as she pulled off his trousers. "Or I will have to find a way to make you remember."

She bit her lower lip, wrapping her hand around the base of his cock. Her thumb and fingers brushed over him, reacquainting herself with his member and the memories that she thought would need to remain buried. Licking her lips, she traced kisses up and down his shaft, pausing to peek her tongue out to tease him with the coming feeling.

Finally, she parted her lips and urged his tip forward, enveloping him in the warmth and wetness of her mouth.

A soft grown followed by a sigh of relief escapes his mouth when she starts to rid him of his breeches. His cock has never known a greater moment of freedom than right there at that moment.

"Make me remember, Jeyne," he answers with a sincere tone in his voice. "Make me remember how it is to live. To love." And a lot of other things that involve her wet mouth around his cock. And more of such things.

And when he can feel her mouth he groans loud, realizing that he has needed this more than he could ever tell. "Oh...Jeyne..." His hips buck upwards in an eager way, wanting more and more. "Jeyne!"

She fully intended to make him remember. No one had ever been clear about how long he had been on this ship, but she suspected that it was a long while. He had been away from her, satisfied by only memories and dreams. She was much better in the flesh and she hoped that whatever reservations he had about her being here, that they would be removed by the time she was finished.

She didn't answer him, her mouth solely focused on bringing him further into her mouth. Her hands had not abandoned their place at the base of his cock. Slowly, she began to stroke him, adding extra stimulation beyond the suckling of her mouth. She hummed softly, working herself into a rhythm until her head was bobbing more steadily.

Her tongue swirled around him, tasting him and teasing him in tandem with the speed her mouth drew him in. She'd blush about this later, but for now, she was thriving on his groans and gasps.

Robb closes his eyes and lets pleasure take over. It has been such a long time ago that his body is trembling underneath her mouth, every nerve inside of it working overtime. He can feel how she takes him in further, that sweet warmth surrounding him more and more.

"Gods..." One of his hands slides through her hair and he can't help himself when that grip tightens just a little. And it tightens even more when she moves and does that thing with her tongue. That sliding and swirling. Unconsciously he starts to move underneath her, his hips rolling upwards to meet her the best he can.

And he is loud. And somewhere there is a voice in the back of his head telling him that people can hear him. And immediately after that there is a voice telling him that he should not give a bloody damn thing about that. Robb Stark is allowed to give in to his needs. Into what he wants. And he wants Jeyne. He wants her so much that it is almost too much.

She should feel bashful and embarrassed, both knowing that others can hear them, but also in that the Atroma could be watching. What she was doing was a private thing that she had learned from her many nights with Robb, meant only for the two of them. Yet, she didn't care at this moment, not when her body hummed and ached for him. Certainly not when he was making such sweet noises.

Letting her hands fall away, she brought him into her mouth fully, her nose bumping against his pelvis. Her fingers dug into his hips, letting the tips of her nails bite into his skin. Her tongue moved more quickly, tracing now his entire length as the head of his cock brushed against the back of her throat.

She can't be certain how long this might last, but she would at least give him as much of this as she could. Or at least until her body became frustrated and demanded him inside of her...as it was beginning to.

His body aches for her, it had ached for her for such a long time that he never really dared to hope to actually be able to be with her again. It feels as if he is being consumed by the sweetest sort of fire, a sort that forms goosebumps on his skin, that makes everything go away. From the mocking words out of lord Frey's mouth to the sword that finally pierces his heart. It is all gone, the only thing that is left is pure bliss.

Somewhere along the way he spreads his legs a little, needing more of this sweet, sweet escape.

"Just..." he manages to croak, his throat slightly sore from all the noises he has made. He is close. All it would take is a little bit more of that tongue, that little bump against the tip when it slides to the back of her throat. "Oh...seven hells...Jeyne!" And after those words everything comes together in some sort of perfect peak of pleasure, spilling his seed deep inside her mouth, hips bucking upwards.

There was the familiar warning that he was close. His hips always moved more raggedly and his muscles tensed beneath her. It's only when he cries out that she pauses, letting him spend and collapse beneath her. Only then does she release him and draw back so that she might wipe her mouth and bury her burning cheeks beneath her hair.

She would have time to perfect all of this with him now. No war to distract him, no burdens or worries to weigh him down. Their days and nights could be filled with this. It was almost as sweet as the taste of him.

She stretched out beside him, still humming with need and excitement. She wanted him within her again, to rise over the tide of lust until she was swept away by the crest of pleasure. "How dare you leave a lady so unsatisfied," she teased him, nudging him with her shoulder.

Robb is out of breath after he has come, one arm draped over his face as he takes his time to come from a very high height. He is sweating a little but a small smile is playing around his lips. For once he feels happy, fulfilled and not like a complete failure of a king. For once he sees a future and a place for him.

And all of that just because his wife bothered to suck his cock. Jeyne could be brilliant at such times, knowing exactly what to do.

When she moves to lie besides him he rolls over to his side to face her, the look on his face completely relaxed and with a loving smile around his lips. "I would not dare," he whispers while his hand slides over her hip to her stomach. "We have all the time we need... And I am sure you are moist between your legs."

For some reason he liked that the best. That beautiful sign that a woman was excited and ready.

"Show me."

If only she had considered this when he was still in the midst of despair. It had worked before when he was tired and anxious about the battles he had just waged. It hadn't occurred to her that it would work now. Not until she saw the lazy smile on his face. There was some wisdom in letting desire dictate her actions. It saw her wed and it brightened Robb's mood now.

She nuzzled her face into his shoulder, letting him feel the heat from her cheeks. "Do you think we will be forgiven if we lock ourselves away for the night?" She whispered, hoping to spend hours and hours in his bed.

She grinned shyly, guiding his hands between her legs. He would find she was damp and burning for him, the subtle sign that he had aroused her as well. "Like this?"

Her skin feels warm against his as she nuzzles her shoulder. And he would not mind locking himself away for the rest of the day so he can enjoy her presence properly. There is a lot of time they have to catch up to. A soft laugh bubbles up from his throat.

"The lords of Atroma do not decide what we do and I can continue my duties tomorrow."

Really, he would not mind having her all to himself for the upcoming hours.

"Like that..." he whispers when his fingertip brush over her. It is obvious that she is turned on, more than ready for his cock. Or his fingers. Or his tongue. "How long have you waited, Jeyne." It is only after those words when he slides two fingers inside of her, the smile on his face broadening slightly when he notices that he has been right.

"It must have been longer than me..."

"Your only duty is to please your wife and let her do the same for you." She whispered hotly against his ear, letting him hear the arousal in her voice and all the salacious thoughts he raised in her. There were no barriers between them, not when they were naked and bare emotionally.

She nipped at his shoulder, licking over the bite seductively. "Otherwise I will have to go back to my room alone." Which was worse than any other kind of torture. "My cold bed."

She moaned softly as he pressed his fingers inside of her, her hips rocking encouragingly, allowing his palm to brush against her clit. She felt herself dampen more, shivering with desire. "That night we spent before we parted..." she whispered. "Since then, I have not...I haven't even with myself..." she buried her face again, embarrassed and shy.

Robb answers those words with an obvious groan. Even though he had just experienced a rather fierce climax he can feel his arousal build again. In answer he presses closer against her and groans a little louder when she bites him.

"Your bed will never be cold again."

The tone of his voice is surprisingly serious, considering the situation they're in. While his fingers slide in deeper he licks his lips a little. "I can feel that," Robb whispers in return before he nuzzles her hair. "You've never felt so...wet... Let me give you sweet release Jeyne."

He flashes her a smile before he dips lower, his lips brushing her neck, her collarbone until they finally find the nipple of one of her breasts. The tip of his tongue presses against it as his fingers explore further between her legs.

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