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[Her attempt to look stern brings somewhat of a smile to his face and finally he reaches out to take the bag from her hand and pay the merchant for it.]

I know. [He relaxes visibly when she curls her arms around him.] I will try to brood less if you will it. [He looks at her with narrowed eyes, thinking of how temporarily all of this is.]

We can do that.

You are thinking dark thoughts again and I won't let you.

[Even if it was temporary, she would take pleasure in every minute. She would rather live as fully as she could before it was taken away rather than suffer wondering what might happen. She could have Robb again, sleep in his arms and make him smile.

Gods, that was enough to last several lifetimes.

She tugged his hand, pulling him along as she darted from the marketplace, stepping once more into the cold and snow. She turned towards him, kissing each of his fingers in turn.]

We are in a world of ice and snow. You can show me how to hunt and play in snow and makee love by a raging fire as snow falls. Teach me how to live like a Northerner.

I miss my brothers.

[Robb smiles briefly and hopes that her excitement becomes contagious enough to make him smile as well. To make him forget about the empty chamber inside the Blue Fish and everything else.

And a cold fear that is sneaking up to him that she will be gone as well. One day she wouldn't be inside his bed anymore. And he dreads that day. And gods, normally he had been able to handle loss quite well. Putting up a brave face and marching to battle. Focus on bringing Joffrey to justice, for avenging his father's death.]

Well, I do not know of Northerners who would bed a woman in the snow. Wildlings would, mayhaps. [Robb laughs, yet the thought of them being wrapped up in thick furs without any clothes is quite an enticing one.] We should get you a bow and some arrows. A light one, I would think. And a thick cloak made out of fur. A leather jerkin.

It is a shame I cannot bring you to Winterfell. [The look on his face becomes awfully melancholic.] Maybe I will draw it for you one day. [Robb isn't a great artist, but he is quite sure he remembers most of Winterfell's paths and towers. He can give her a map.] A map of it.

I know you do.

[She doesn't want to dismiss his sadness or the loss that was hanging over him. Both Jon and Bran disappearing was a heavy blow, one that she knew would lead him to worrying and contemplating what else could happen in the future.

She knew this fear. She had them as well when it came to losing Robb again.]

Mourn, grieve, but don't shut yourself away. [She pressed her head to his shoulder.] I would do anything, just so I could help you through this.

[Slowly, with the more time she spent with him in this world, the more hungry she had become for him. No matter how shy she was, there was no denying the desire he woke in her.] Where would a Northerner bed a woman? I had been lead to believe that men in the North are wild, brutish creatures. I hope that will live up to my expectations.

I think I saw some of those things back in the market. Let me purchase it this time. I have money of my own now.

[She nodded, feeling wistful to see his home.] I should like that. I would have loved it, I know I would have.

I am glad I have you.

[Because her presence make things more bearable. When he feels sad all he has to feel is her stirring next to him, her warm body enveloping his, and everything seems less worse. Easier to overcome. She makes him smile and he finds his heart full of hope.]

You cannot do much. Just do not leave any time soon. [He whispers the words and he realizes that he sounds like a child, wanting to hold on to its favourite object with a pout on his face. Briefly he wonders what has happened to the Robb Stark that faced everything he feared head on.]

[And before doubt and fear starts to seep in again she changes the subject to bedding one another.] Ah. [He brings his lips close to her ear.] She... [Gods, they are standing in the middle of a busy street.] ...would be wrapped in furs. [His cheeks burn fiercely but he cannot deny the fact that his libido has working overtime the moment she set foot here.] And she would be taken in every way she wishes to be taken.

[Yeah...that sounds good.]

No, sweetling. Allow me to pay for such things. I am your husband after all. [A pause.] Winterfell does not exist anymore...

[She grinned when he said that, cupping his face between her hands as she leaned in to kiss him sweetly.]

I am too. I am glad you are with me again.

[Having him hold her during the night and waking to his face day had purged her mind of any lingering sorrows. The more time they were together, the more she could think that what happened in Westeros was nothing more than a bad dream.

This was their forever, as it was meant to be.]

I have ideas on how to prevent my leaving. [Neither of them had much control, but she knew there was a profit on entertainment. So long as she didn't bore the audience, there was a likelihood that she would stay.] I will have to play their games, but it's a very small price to pay.

[She would hold on to him with both hands. If the Atroma tried to send either of them back, she would fight them with all of strength inside her. She never had lashed out before, but she would in that instance.] I never will leave you. The others take the Atroma and all the rules of this world. I will never go.

[She buried her face in his shoulder as her face flamed at the mere idea of bedding him again.] Would a Northern lady...[her voice little more than a breathless whisper against his ear] ride her lord as fiercely as she would her mount? I would need to practice to reach such a level.

You are my husband, but I don't wish you to become destitute because of me. At least take my coin for future use. [Another kiss to his hands.] It does exist. You, Sansa, your family, you are Winterfell.

[Robb can't help it and hums softly into the kiss.]

The gods have truly smiled upon us, is it not?

[And he hopes that this will be their forever. Their chance on living a life together that has been taken from them back home in Westeros. He closes his eyes and moves to cover her hands with his, fingers curling around hers.]

You cannot prevent such things. That is the worst of it. Whatever happens, you cannot stop it. [Robb shakes his head and his face looks sad.] But I will try to keep you as close as I am able to. As long as possible.

[Oh, gods be good, they were telling one another quite filthy things right here and the adventurous side of Robb Stark absolutely loves it. It felt as if they were breaking some sort of taboo. He swallows hard before he answers that.] I do think so. And her lord would encourage her to ride it faster... [At the least, he would.] ...It would drive him wild to see her so.

[When she continues to kiss his hands he does not speak.]

I do not care for coin. I care for your wellbeing. [Robb still had enough credits inside his box. He was not someone who bought a lot.] I cannot say that... [Her words make him surprisingly sad.] ...I brought my house down. It is clear as day.

I think they have.

[It was better than believing they were cursed, which had been all she could think about after he died. She would rather bask in these feelings, not experience regret over them.

It had to be the will of the gods that they would meet and fall in love.]

That's all I ask, Robb. I don't expect you to share my hope or belief. All I want is for you to be here with me, just as you are now. Mind, body, heart, all of it.

[She wonders if those who pass can hear them whisper these dark desires. She is certain that each time someone glances at them, they can see their hunger plainly written on their faces or hear the thoughts in their heads. It was almost like being naked, exposed for the world.

Yet strangely, she was thrilled by it, rather than repulsed.] So she would be expected to ride at full gallop? Her lord would need to have quite the stamina to keep up. It must take practice.

[Her face darkens as thoughts drift over her mind.]

Be careful where you go on the ships. My well being is small compared to your own.

[She squeezes his hands.]

No Robb. You didn't bring your house down. I should have accepted the loss of my maiden head and insisted you wed the Frey girl. Because of me...it's not you that is to blame.

[They weren't kissing but their faces hovered close to one another and it might look as if they were in their own little world again. That small place where nothing really existed, only the both of them.]

I will try so.

[At this point regrets it to not have a room to go to. To see her ride him the way she would do to a horse would be the most thrilling thing a man could ever see. After she speaks he brushes his thumb over her lower lip.] It is expected of her that she can. Only that way she can satisfy her lord's desires. And he will keep up with her, time and time again.

[He closes his eyes.]

Isn't it bitter that I lost it all because I chose...to love? All of it. Gone. Just because I chose you. [And it has been a wise choice. Finally he found a reason to smile again.] The one thing that brought me happiness.

[There was little else in the world beyond Robb and their moments together. Reuniting in this world brought them opportunities that they might not otherwise have. It didn't matter what eyes watched them now, they didn't effect or intrude them. There was nothing to occupy their minds, only each other.]

I will hold you to that, my husband.

[She nips at his thumb, unable to suppress the small sigh of longing that escapes her. Gods be good, but he could unleash a roaring hunger in her with the smallest of touches.] I see. She must have the ferocity of a wolf and the speed of the wind. Then I shall become an expert horsewoman. I am a Northern wife now and I must fulfill my husband's longings with every means at my disposal. Hands, mouths and other parts.

[Her fingers entwine with his, pressed between them as she leaned into Robb.]

Was it worth it in the end? Gods, I often wonder how you can look at me and not feel anger. Yet I can't feel shame over our actions. I love you. I would have been yours, even if you wanted me as your mistress. So long as I could be with you.

[The longer they stand here, the more he feels his brains sink down to a certain spot between his legs. And they have so much to do. He needs to take her hunting and purchase more items for her so she can start practicing.

A shiver goes through his body when she nips his thumb, instantly reminded of what she has done with her mouth a couple of days earlier.]

And as her husband I have to do as well. [He looks at her, looking more like a blushing teenager than the tough man he thinks himself at times.] Answer her every desire, take her fiercely. Gods...Jeyne, I cannot wait to see you like that. Above me. [The words are a heated whisper and he dares to push his thumb a little further into her mouth, his heartbeat speeding up.]

I would never be angry. [He shakes his head.] You saved me. I have been miserable.

[She's stirring as well, her blood heating with excitement and arousal. There was more she wanted to do, as this was her first time on a planet. They had only just pulled themselves from bed, having spent a great deal of time alone together. Now she found herself wanting to return there quickly.

She brushed the tip of her tongue over his thumb, swirling in that way that she had when there was something else between her lips.]

Be like wolves and mate in the manner of the beasts. [That turned her face crimson as she ducked behind her hair.] Then tonight you will have me in that manner. We could purchase a room here and stay the night acting the part of a Northern lord and his wife.

[Her lips circle about his thumb, gently sucking on him as her eyes darkened.

She couldn't answer him, instead resting her hand against his cheek, caressing him tenderly and lovingly. He saved her as well.]

[A shuddering sigh escapes his mouth when he feels her tongue against her finger, swirling around it the way she always does when her mouth is occupied with certain parts of him.

They have so much to explore but instead of that they are getting horny in the middle of a street, surrounded by people and stalls.]

I... [He huffs and swallows once again. She is driving him crazy and he finds himself struggling between keeping his composure or to answer to what is building inside of him.] ...this desire for you is maddening, sweetling. I cannot wait to take you in every manner. [He leans in a little, her lips brushing the shell of her ear.] To hear those sweet sounds you can make when I have you.

[She would probably hear how his breathing has changed. How it has grown more heavy.

And eventually he moves to cup her face, his thumb resting on her chin. And he kisses her, claiming her mouth the moment his lips touch hers.]

[Were there still people milling around them? She couldn't remember. All she could focus on was the heat in his gaze and the way her body seemed to tense like a taut screen.

Her hands ran down his chest, wrapping around his back and gripping his shirt tightly. Her mind was focused completely on the feel of his skin and how much she wanted him beneath her.]

We have no room to return to. [Which was just as maddening as this racing desire.] My love, I want you in every way possible.

[Her heart was hammering in her chest, so loudly that she wondered if Robb could hear it.

The kiss is seering, boiling her blood and making her head spin wildly. She parted her lips for him, kissing him with the same racing desire that he managed to always awake in her.]

[The bag of berries was on the ground between them and his hands wanted to do so much more than just touch her skin. They wanted to make her moan and squirm, they wanted to make her pant and say his name while losing herself to pleasure. It has been odd how his desire always managed to triple by her mere presence.]

We can take a room. [A wave of relief comes over him when he speaks those words.] There are inns here. Enough. I can... [His face heats up.] ...I can have you every way possible. And after that we can go hunting.

[In a way it is stupid to stand here, hornier than he has ever been and every bit of his being focused on the thing that dangles between his legs. And that particular thing becomes more and more important as their kiss progresses. It burns him up from the inside, every bit of his body aching to be with her.]

Please...let me have you...

[She shifted in his his arms, accidentally stepping on the bag of berries. Juices ran over her shoes, staining them as red as her cheeks. Her body was humming, feeling his every touch magnified while all else died away.]

We will have to get one at the hotel. [That was the name of it, wasn't it? That's what others said, but she couldn't remember. Her mind was occupied was entirely by him.] We will have to hurry.

[Which would require them to break apart, but that would mean slipping from his arms and pulling away from this kiss. Despite knowing that they needed to go find privacy, her body instinctively pressed against his.]

Yes, Robb. Have me, let me be yours again.

[Robb doesn't give a shit about those berries, all he wants is to be close to the woman he chose to love.]

Hmn...yeah... [He nods and slowly pulls away, regretting it immediately.] Sweetling, we need to go. Otherwise I'd have to rid you from your clothes right here and now.

[He licks his lips as he takes her hand, guiding her to where he thinks that hotel is located. Gods, walking is quite the ordeal with an erection inside his breeches.]

I will. [He smiles as walks.] I cannot wait.

[It seemed horribly wicked to be running off to purchase a room at the hotel in an effort to sate their hunger. There was little discretion in their actions earlier. How could anyone mistake what they were about?

She couldn't remember the actual purchasing of a room or much debate at what sort they wanted. Apparently it was 'standard', but that meant little to her. All she wanted as a bed.

After what seemed like an eternal crawl, they were finally bolting the door shut behind them and shut away from the rest of the world. Her eyes trailed over the room, suddenly locking on the swirling nebula from their windows. She felt breathless, staring at the beautiful colors and lights in space.]

Gods.

[Everything happens in a blur. He remembers asking for a room and when they ask him about a bunch of things he just nods and gives them the amount of coin they need. And suddenly there is a door and a private space behind said door.

And despite the urges that occupy his mind now his attention is drawn by the nebula as well. He moves to stand besides her and gazes out of the window, watching how the colors change and shift.]

I believed we picked a good room.

[And while he speaks he moves to kneel so he can take off his boots. After that he drapes his cloak over a chair. Because nebula or not, there were more urgent matters at hand.

One part of his mind wants to tear the clothes from her body, eager to reveal that perfect, soft skin he loves so much. But he cannot let Jeyne go outside without proper clothes. Without any announcement he moves to stand behind her, his arms circling around her so he can work at the laces in front of her dress, loosening them quickly.]

We will watch later, sweetling.

Jealous of a nebula.

[She feels that spark of mischief return to her, stirred by his focus and eager fingers. Without much prompting, she follows his example and tugs free the buttons and laces of her gown, finally peeling her gown from her body. It would be a little while before she would want to put it on again. The hem had trailed in the snows of the planet and were damp, chilling her overheated skin. There were enough ways for her to risk catching a chill, wearing that gown wasn't one that she wanted to consider.

She kicks off her shoes, still sticky and smelling sweetly of berries. Free and naked, she tugged Robb's hand, drawing him to the bed. She crawled across the bed, glancing back to see if he was watching her. Despite the sharp blush on her features, she found herself grinning boldly, wanting him to admire her.]

Disrobe and lie on the bed, my love. We need to see whether or not I am as skilled a rider as a Northern lady should be.

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[Robb laughs at her remark.]

Very jealous. [Thank the gods she makes quick work of her clothes, revealing more and more skin with every bit of clothing that disappears. Every time Jeyne undresses it is something fascinating to him. The way clothes make place for perfect skin, the eagerness in the way she moves, the way she wants to get rid of all that holds her back. It is great to be wanted and desired in such a way.

There is definitely something twitching inside his breeches as she undresses herself and a soft sound makes it past his lips. And yes, he is watching her, eyes dark with lust while his heart hammers inside his chest.]

Hmn...you will do well, sweetling. [It comes out of his mouth in a bit of a rumble.] Seeing you like that is enough for me to be sure of that.

[He flashes her a wolf-like grin before he starts to undress himself, making quick work of his jacket, woolen shirt and undershirt. And it is no surprise to anyone that when his breeches come off he is sporting quite the erection.]

Well then... [After those words he crawls onto the bed as well, heart beating faster with anticipation.] ...I think it is time for you to prove yourself. [The smile on his face is somewhere right between mischievous and downright wicked.] I have grown quite impatient.

[Because, gods he wants her badly.]

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[There was always something sensual about this moment, when Robb would watch her as she peeled away her gown and let it pool at her feet. Where once she had been shy about her form, there was no fear in being naked before him. She felt accepted, adored and wanted. She was never remarkable in the eyes of the world, but somehow, Robb managed to make her feel more than beautiful.

She loved him desperately for that and more.

Despite the color on her cheeks, she watched her husband as well, allowing her dark eyes to travel down his form and see the result of their teasing. She gnawed at her lower lip, feeling her heart flutter within her chest.]

I shall try continually until I master it. I make you that promise.

[Once won't be enough. It never is with them.

When he was stretched out on the bed, Jeyne crawled over him, settling astride on his form. Her hair fell over her face, concealing the crimson color of her skin. Gently, she rolls her hips, grinding into him as an unspoken promise.

Gods be good, they were insatiable sometimes.]

Like this?

[In a way their marriage turned out from a sudden turn of events out to something perfect. They were more compatible than they thought at first. And they started to dare more and explore their feelings more. And eventually they clicked and fell for one another. It was the marriage he always wanted.

He keeps on grinning as he rolls over to his back, stretching out on the soft mattress.]

My sweet, little Jeyne, you have so much to learn. If you do not master it the first time, we have to try again. And again.

[The tone of his voice is a teasing one.

His eyes are dark with lust when she appears above him, her curls falling over her face. But, gods, her teats were perfect. And when he notices that she is blushing his grin broadens even more.]

Don't be shy, sweetling.

[He reaches out to tuck some hairs behind her ear.]

I like to see you. And... [That grinding is nice but nowhere near satisfying.] ...hmm... What about... [He licks his lips and takes a deep breath.] ...closer contact. [To emphasize what he means with closer contact he rolls his hips.]

[No one among his men or her family could understand the marriage beyond his rescue of her virtue. They were in opposite camps, her family sworn to Robb's enemy and their home captured by siege. By all accounts, they were foolish to wed and think that their union could ever succeed.

It might not to the rest of the world, but for them, it had. She loved him desperately and would continue to do so, even after her death.]

Thank goodness I have a kind husband who will tell me honestly whether or not I need improvement. [She rolled her hips again, gasping at the friction and heat of him.] Otherwise, how shall I know if I succeed?

You're right, my lord. I'm the wife of Robb Stark. I should be voracious like a wolf. [There was a hint of pride in her voice.] I did promise to behave as a northern wife should.

[She pushed more of her hair back, letting him see her face fully and the wide grin she bore. Carefully, she shifted, guiding him until his tip was pressed to her entrance. With a small sigh, she urged him in, rolling her hips once more.] Like this?

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[The memories of Lord Frey's hall kept crawling to the surface at times. At times scents triggered them, or certain words. At times he thought this was all a joke. That he was still dreaming and Jeyne would be nothing but some sort of figment of his imagination, an idle hope he clung to now Jon and Bran had left.

Still, the shivers that go through his body with every move of her hips were still quite real and her voice sounded firm. And her teats still looked perfect. Round and the same shape as apples.]

Ah... I will let you know...

[The more she teases him, the more incoherent he becomes.]

Wolves bite and claw. [He licks his lips, thinking of how that would feel. To claim one another the way wolves do.] They take what they want.

[But the moment she takes him in everything seems to be forgotten. Apparently she has been just as ready as he was. Warm and moist and so very his.]

That is a good start...

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