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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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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.

"My bed...your bed..." she beamed at him, bright and sweet. "Our bed." There were details they would need to consider later. Where they would sleep, how they would make such things work, as she was on a different ship than him. Though the prospect of breaking in both beds had its appeal, especially with how easily he played and stroked her body.

"Please," she tried to whisper, but the deeper his fingers moved within her, the more volume her voice carried. She could hear her moans echoing off the wall, likely drifting into the hall. The thought made her blush and wonder what others would think.

But those worries were pushed away as Robb's lips captured her nipple and teased at her sensitive core. Her hips arched towards him, eager for him to find that place inside her that made her entire body sing. She wrapped her arms around him, holding him close as he explored and kissed her. Just as with him, she knew that she wouldn't last long.

“It matters not... We can make every bed ours.”

Despite all that time apart Robb realizes that he has not forgotten how Jeyne’s body feels like. Where her sweet spots are, what makes her moan, what ticks her off. It feels as if they have never been apart at all. When he feels her nipple harden under his tongue he can’t help uttering a very satisfied noise, his breathing speeding up just a little.

Really it is not difficult to get aroused all over again, especially not when he hears Jeyne moan like that. Gods, as if he could forget the delightful sounds that could come from her mouth.

"Ah...let me know how good it feels, sweetling," he murmurs while he kisses her skin. "How you missed me...." He swallows thickly when he starts to slide his fingers in and out of her, remembering quite well how it felt when it weren't his fingers but his cock instead.

"And some places that aren't beds..." she whispered, feeling her face turn crimson.

Her body responds to his naturally, as though it had been waiting for his touch and caress. She arches against him, encouraging his lips to explore and kiss her everywhere. Her legs spread for him, trembling under the building pressure inside her. Her fingers tangle in his hair, tightening firmly as she felt herself rising to that magnificent height.

"Ah...Robb!" She bit her lip, trying to keep her voice low, but failing. It felt like a dream, but dreams could never make her squirm and cry out in this way. "It's as sweet as that first time...and as wonderful as our wedding night." She grinned at him fondly, her hips rocking up eagerly.

"I missed you," Jeyne whispered, her eyes shutting as his touch grew in intensity. "I begrudged every breath I took, ever beat of my heart. I dreamed of you at night and woke in the dark, thinking you were beside me. I missed your touch and knew I could never feel like this for anyone else. Only you could bring me this pleasure and push me over that precipice."

Words were becoming more difficult for her, her sentiments interrupted with gasps and moan. "Gods! I need you!"

“Hmm...how could I forget that adventurous side of you...”

That sweet combination of the movements her body makes, the sound of her voice in his ear and the wetness between her legs does wonders to his cock. Within the blink of an eye the all-consuming need to have her returns, pounding in the back of his head and he can hear his breathing speeding up further. He groans at the way her fingers have taken hold of his hair. So fierce and full of lust.

“I will make it better than that...” he promises. Their wedding night has been great but there had been a lot of tension inside of him. A stone in his stomach that never allowed him to fully relax. He had taken a liking to see her taken over by pleasure, to watch her lose herself in his touches and kisses. At times he wondered if it was a selfish thing to like it so. But it was wonderful to notice how her body trembled and her moans increased and it made him want her so much more.

While she speaks he kisses her stomach, her hips and there is a vague promise to kiss her between the legs there. But Robb was someone who liked to draw things out sometimes. Of course, there have been moments where he simply took her, his mind clouded by some sort of insatiable lust. But not now. Too much time had passed.

His fingers are slick with her juices when they slide out of her and a soft hum escapes his mouth before he replaces said fingers with his mouth.

"I have my lord husband to thank for that."

She's lost within the feel of him, forgetting everything but the way his fingers and lips make her feel as though she is ablaze. In her mind, there is nothing about them. No ship, no games, no Atroma, only each other and the lust that they inspired between them.

She could never forget the nights that he would come back to his tent, weary from the battle, but manage to rouse himself merely by the sight of her. She had never felt so beautiful as when he'd pull her in his arms and kiss her everywhere.

Especially where his lips move now.

She gasped loudly, her fingers tightening in his hair as her head was thrown back. No noise escaped her, her voice had been stolen by the overwhelming sensation of his mouth and tongue. She was barely holding on as it was. Between his fingers and kisses, she couldn't stop her body from trembling or the way that her hips raised eagerly, chasing each sensation.

"Gods, Robb." She whispered, finally able to find something to say.

Well, he has also been quite shy in bed, more busy with his duty to conceive a heir than anything else. It took a while for him to realize how enjoyable this was. How it could make him forget of all his worries and the stress of wearing a crown. She gave him the possibility to escape all that. To make him drown in passion and lust. In love and warmth.

His hands settle on her hips, fingers squeezing slightly. And he can't help a slight shudder when he slides his tongue further inside of her, tasting her fully. When she finally speaks he wants to smile but it is rather difficult when every bit of his mouth is occupied with bringing her pleasure.

Slowly his hands slide to the insides of her thighs, gently parting her legs a little further, eager to have full access to every bit of her and even more eager to hear more sounds coming from her mouth.

She loved him more than words could say and the nights like this allowed her the chance to truly show him that affection, letting it translate into the physical. Every touch, every kiss burned her to the core and she found herself feeling his kisses, even hours after coming from his bed. Whatever it was that began their marriage and love, lust or grief, it had shaped itself into something deeper. He was everything to her and for the first time since he left for the Twins, she felt alive again.

She bit the palm of her hand, trying to keep from crying out loudly. Despite the overwhelming sensation, there was still a part of her that understood there were others on the ship. But as his tongue plunged deeper and his hands spread her legs further, she gave up her attempts and surrendered herself to instinct.

It wasn't hard to remember how it felt when it was his cock inside her. The memory further stimulating her and adding further sensitivity to his tongue. She shouldn't be so far along, she wanted it all to continue, but after his fingers before and how long it has been, she feels suddenly overwhelmeled by it all. His tongue swirling inside her, the heat of his breath. With a sudden shiver and a loud cry, she crashes around him, plunging into climax.

At a point like this the presence of other people is not very important to him. He has forgotten about them and what they might think of him pleasing his wife so. Isn't that what any man would do? And it has been so long as well. Many moons, even years. And it was beyond arousing that he was able to feel her like that. To notice every tremble of her body, every twitch of her muscles, every roll of her hips. Some sort of selfish part of him had craved to be wanted like this.

If he would care he would've made note of how her cry would be audible to everyone inside the Blue Fish. But he did not, he merely smiled against her, eyes closed. While she comes down from her climax he kisses the insides of her thighs, breathing hard and heavy.

"Oh sweet Jeyne..." he whispers against her skin. "There are no words left to describe my desire for you..."

There is no way he can ignore the fact that he has grown hard again and at times he finds himself grinding into the sheets, eager for some friction.

"I need to have you...over and over again..." He looks at her when saying that, a lustful smile playing around his lips. Really, stamina has never been a problem for him.

It seemed like a dream, one both beautifully and thrillingly erotic. It seemed strange to think that only hours earlier, she had been waiting for him to wake, uncertain of how he might receive her. To go from that to having his mouth between her legs seemed like a whirlwind. Her excitement couldn't be lost on him (or the rest of the ship.) If this was a dream, she hoped to remain in perpetual sleep, only to be woken by the gods as she passed from life to death.

She grinned at him, flushed from his attentions and coated with a light sheen of sweat. Her breath was still ragged, her chest rising and falling rapidly. Her fingers ran through his hair as he kissed her thighs. She felt tender towards him, affectionate. The depths of her feelings for him were as endless as space itself. "You don't need words," she ducked her face bashfully behind her hair. "You know how to show me."

She can see his arousal, always amazed at how quickly she can coax him back to life. His hunger matching her own. "I'm glad then we will be alone for the rest of the day. You can have me over and over again." She tugged at his shoulders, urging him upwards so that his hips could rest between her legs. She rocked her hips up, grinding temptingly against him. A breathless moan escaped her lips. "Tell me again how much you love me?"

Robb takes his time to look at her as he gets on his knees, a soft smile playing around his lips while he tries to ignore the way his cock twitches between his legs. It is odd to wake from a nightmare to slip right into a beautiful dream again. A part of him expects her to disappear any second. The gods haven’t been kind to him and he does not expect that to change. His luck ran out.

“I have not forgotten how to...” he says before he moves to lay on top of her, hands sliding from her hips to her breasts. He can feel how she raises her hips to meet him, eager and ready. In response he mutters softly, the words between moans and whispers. But they all praise her. From her beauty to her hair, her sweet voice, her firm tits.

“I do not believe I have to tell you such a thing,” Robb whispers in her ear, grinding into her in slowly, making sure that she can feel every bit of him. “I think it is quite obvious what you do to me...” After those words he covers her mouth with his, kissing her slow and passionately. The only moment when he pauses that kiss is to let out a loud groan as he slowly enters her, taken aback by the delightful friction and how warm she feels around his cock.

He never looked more like a wolf than when he was in the height of lust and slowly stalking over her, claiming his wife and mate in ways that both thrilled and amazed her. She didn't know if she was the first and only woman in his bed, but he had the power to make her feel as though she were the only one in the world...now expanded to the universe as her awareness of space had grown.

She circled her arms around his shoulders, peppering kisses over his skin. Each word he murmured to her made her heart skip a beat and her breath catch in her throat. She rocked her hips up towards him, pressing him firmly against her, granting herself the friction her body was screaming for.

"What I do to your body, I can see." She giggled, dragging her fingers over his back. "I want to hear what I do to your heart as well." It's a small indulgence for someone who has been separated from her mate, afraid to never again hear these sweet words.

She gasps against his lips as he presses into her, the connection taking away all thoughts from her mind. She was surrounded by him in all ways, heart, scent, and body. She circled her legs around his hips, holding him tightly against her. The feeling of him deep inside her sends her heart into a frenzy, eager pants escaping her lungs. She presses her head into the crook of his neck as she rocks her hips up once more, encouraging him to move as deeply as possible until he is entirely sheathed by her warmth.

For once he does not find himself thinking about an heir, hoping that she would be with child shortly after. Back then the pressure had been enormous. He had to have an heir. The North depended on it. And Jeyne never got pregnant and eventually he feared that she was barren. But he could not save the North anymore and he had no heir. He had no crown either. All that was left was a young man called Robb Stark and, despite the fact that his death has cast a large cloud over everything, he likes to be just that.

“What you do to my heart?” he murmurs with a lazy smile around his lips. “You stole it...and I do not want you to give it back...”

The feel of her fingers raking over his back makes him shudder and a soft noise escapes his mouth. The anticipation is almost too much, every nerve inside his body focused on the need to have her, that longing for that perfect friction, to be inside of her again.

“So long...I wanted this so long...” he breathes while he feels himself slide in deeper. “Sweetling...I almost forgot...” There are more words on the tip of his tongue but when Jeyne’s hips move underneath him they are gone in an instant. There is no time for such things and could he truly be coherent at a moment like this? Robb doesn’t think so. He circles one arm around her, hand resting against the back of her head as his fingers curl a little into her hair, the other hand rests on her hip, holding on firmly.

The memories about lord Bolton’s sword and Walder Frey’s mocking words disappear completely as he starts to move his hips. Slow, sensual and as if he has all the patience in the world.

"Jeyne..." he whispers softly, gasping softly after he has spoken her name.

She had wanted a child as much as Robb for a number of reasons. The pressure that had been on her, as well as the increasing looks of distaste and frustration among Robb's men had taken away what was something so beautiful and enjoyable. She loved being in Robb's bed and losing herself to the pleasure he offered her. Yet she still bore the disgrace of being childless, accepting the blame completely.

The truth of the matter was far worse than she dared to contemplate, if her suspicions were correct. Considering what her mother was capable of, it wouldn't be a surprise to know that she had somehow kept her daughter from bearing Robb an heir.

She didn't want to think of that now. All she wanted to consider was the man in her arms, moving inside her fluidly and filling her to completion. She met his eyes, warm and adoring. "I don't intend to give it back or give it up. You are mine and I am yours." She murmured to him, trailing kisses over his shoulder and neck.

A soft moan crawled from her throat. The roll of his hips, the power behind his thrusts, she was trembling in his grasp. She could feel her heart in her chest, thrumming steadily as she rocked her hips up to meet him each time, slowly enveloping him to the hilt. "Gods, I have ached for you." She whispered, holding him tighter. "I prayed that you would want me like this again." In his bed and in his heart.

She tightened her legs around him, locking her ankles to hold him into place. There were no words that could describe what she felt. That building heat inside her was dominating, pushing out all thoughts but him and the way it felt when his cock moved inside her. "My love," she murmured back to him. "My Robb."

Despite the fact she tells him that and that his cock is buried deep inside of her the words cause some sort of sadness in his heart. For a moment he thinks about how it would be for her if she would return. The widow of a rebel king. Gods, do not take her away from me again. His hold on her tightens unconsciously and he closes his eyes to enjoy the way she is kissing his shoulder and neck.

Apparently the same sort of desperation has taken a hold on her as well, feeling how she continues to meet him by rolling her hips, wanting him to slide in further and take her deeper. "Why wouldn't I...oh...gods why wouldn't I?" Robb struggles a little with those words, it is hard to stay coherent while taking the woman he loves.

The pleasure is building inside of him in a rather quick way and with every thrust he is getting louder and louder, unable to keep his pleasure for himself. Because apparently it has been the one thing he has missed. He has missed to be loved to be wanted. To have a warm bed and something even warmer around his cock.

"Oh...Jeyne...oh sweet Jeyne..."

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.

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