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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...

[There were times at night where she would feel beside her, reassuring herself that he was genuinely beside her. When she'd wake from a vivid dream, often that she was in Westeros still, she'd simply listen to his breathing and feel safe once more.

Having his eyes on her and the look of unrestrained lust shot through her, making her moan breathlessly as her hips began to roll forward. She enjoyed the way he looked at her, clearly admiring her form. She never felt as beautiful as did in these moments, in the height of lust and worshiped by Robb's eyes.]

Should your wolf wife bite and claw too? [She never thought herself capable of such unrestrained passion, but through Robb, she found that she enjoyed a number of things that she didn't think possible.] That would explain why we have yet to spend a full day outside of our room.

[They were voracious, as evidenced by her increasing pace. Her hips rolling more quickly as she urged him further in. If he wanted to mate like wolves, that was what he received.]

I only wish to please my lord...and myself...

[There were no words to describe the feeling of being wanted, adored, desired in every way possible. And there were no words to describe Jeyne at this point either. She was beautiful and so very naked. Her breasts moved every time she rolled her hips and oh, how great would it be to hold them in his hands, kneading them until her nipples would grow hard.

For some reason he wonders how it would be if she’d lose herself, riding his cock as if the fate of the realm itself might depend on it. A long, shuddering sigh comes from his mouth when he imagines her.]

The more the better, sweetling. [He murmurs the words while his body arches beneath her, eager to meet her halfway with impatient, sharp rolls of his hips.] A wolf should devour her prey... Take what she deems hers. [There is a smile on his face as he whispers that, trying to egg her on.]

Ah...don’t you worry...I... [He pauses to gasp and moan when she speeds up.] ...I will show you when you have claimed what is yours. It is only fair... [He licks his lips and groans again.] ...that I will get my turn as well...

[Aka: they are never going to leave this room.]

[He was her first and only love. Even in death, he was superior to anyone else she had met, which was only made clearer with him under her and his cock inside her. She didn't need much urging to give herself over to reckless passion. All she needed was to meet his dark eyes in the height of her lust.

Without prompting, she had begun to move more quickly, frantically rocking her hips as she felt that overwhelming hunger consume her. She had promised a break neck speed and she was working her way towards that.]

Then you will be marked completely. I don't want anyone to mistake that you are mine and mine alone. [She leaned forward, biting roughly into his shoulder. Desire possessed her, pushing her towards that primal urge that they were teasing each other with. The bed shifted beneath them, groaning with each rough thrust of their hips.]

I expect nothing less...than the same treatment... [She whispers the words harshly, struggling to catch her breath.] ...I want to be taken...in the northern ways...

[Was there life outside the room? She couldn't remember and honestly didn't care.]

[It was wilder than they used to. As if they were able to let go of their restraints and just be them. A husband and wife who desperately loved one another.

He can feel how she speeds up, how her hips roll and when he opens her eyes he is greeted by the pleasant sight of her breasts bouncing up and down in the same rhythm. Gods, she is so beautiful and her teats are almost as beautiful as her face. There can't be any mistake about what is going out in that room at the end of the hallway on the 11th floor because Robb is loud about everything she does, praising her, uttering her name in complete awe.

At times sex can do strange things to his body. Suddenly he is aware of every bloody nerve inside of it and every thought spirals down to pure filth. The dirtiest things a teenager can think of doing to his woman.]

Ah... you may... [He croaks the words, eyes flashing from her breasts to her face. But he had not taken into consideration that adding sharp pain of teeth to an overload of pleasure feels beyond good. There is something fascinating about feeling teeth dig into his skin while his cock is buried deep inside of her.] I will... I will... [His hand disappears into her hair and he dares to grip it tight, inviting her to keep her promise about marking him.]

[She sees where his gaze falls and knows what parts of her body had always been the focus of his lust. Grabbing his hands, she placed his palms against her breasts, encouraging him to squeeze and toy with them as he wished. With the increase of speed, further stimulation would only help to push her into near frenzy.

She never imagined herself to be filthy or to have raging desires that bordered on the obscene. She had been raised as a lady, but being young and fresh, there was no denying the way her body had changed. Falling in love and exploring this side of her, she discovered things she never thought possible.

The feeling of his tight grip coaxes a small moan from her as her teeth graze over him. Her mouth seizes hold of another patch of skin, biting him once more before sucking on the mark and turning it a deep purple. He was hers and there was no mistaking it.]

[It is almost a relief when she takes hold of his hands to press them against her breasts. They are by far his favorite part of her and he can’t help a bit of a grin as he starts to knead them firmly.]

They’re perfect... [The words are half a moan and half a whisper and briefly he wonders how long he will be able to keep this up. All he can do is groan and gasp, bucking his hips upwards in an almost frantic way. In the beginning they were far from skilled. It has been clumsy and sticky. At times he came too fast and at other times he came so fast that he could not get it up anymore. But that had changed. His body was still growing and so was hers.] ...So perfect... I swear to the old gods... the most perfect.

[Robb can feel how his body starts to tremble a little, muscles tensing and relaxing, nerves tingling, pleasure building up with an alarming speed. When Jeyne bites down again he curses and hisses underneath her, almost unable to keep control of his own movements. And really, later on he would question himself where he would get the brilliant idea to slide the hand that is not tangled up in her beautiful curls between them to press two fingers against that most sensitive spot right between her legs.]

Sweetling... [His mouth is pressed against her ear as he speaks.] ...let us...together... My love..

[She always enjoyed his response to her body. How he nearly waxed on poetic whenever he saw or touched her breasts. She had not thought much of herself, given that she was still growing into her womanly body. Yet his pleasure at the sight of her gave her a surge of strength and certainty.

He found her beautiful.]

Not to the new gods as well? [She didn't know how she managed to jest at a time like this. The way her hips moved and his thrust up in response struck a chord deep in her. Whatever their early fumblings as they learned how to please each other and what to do, she was more in possession of herself. She knew the places for him to touch and move within her.] Gods...you are perfect. The most perfect.

[She struggles to hold herself together the moment his fingers slip between them and begin to tease her. She mutters an oath under her breath, losing control of her speed and rhythm. She was becoming desperate in her movements, so close to the edge.]

Yes...now, my love. Now.

[It was all she could say before she crashed, trembling above hims and weakened by the power of her climax. Her hands held tightly to his arms, digging her nails into his skin as she lost all semblance of thought. There was nothing but what they achieved together and in their lust.]

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