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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Choose_Not_To_Use_Archive_Warnings, Underage
  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      Game_of_Thrones_(TV)
  Relationship:
      Robb_Stark/Sansa_Stark
  Additional Tags:
      Sibling_Incest, Sexual_Content, Angst, AU
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-01-08 Words: 855
****** Little Tales of Winterfell ******
by halostatic
Summary
     Robb/Sansa, seven different things. That's it. That's the thing.
Notes
See the end of the work for notes
ANGST
When she first heard of Robb's death, she cut her hair, because Robb loved her
hair. She remembered how easily his fingers flowed through it when she laid her
head on his chest at night and she didn't want to give anyone in King's Landing
the privilege of staring at it. That was for Robb and now he was gone.
AU
Being homeschooled, Sansa didn't get to go to a prom. She listened to her
friends who went to public school gush endlessly over chiffon gowns and sparkly
shoes. Sansa kept the coil of jealousy buried deep inside and smiled when
Margaery squealed with delight at finding the perfect dress. Was it wrong she
thought, that she wanted that?
Needless to say, how surprised she was when she came home and found living room
decorated with grapefruit pink and white balloons and twinkling fairy lights
draped over the bannister. It was lovely, every little detail, their mother's
crystal bowl filled with punch and Sansa's favorite lemon cream macaroons on a
china plate. She turned startled when she heard footsteps on the stairs. There
was Robb dressed in black dress pants and grey shirt, he was holding a light
pink carnation in one hand.
Sansa flushed bright red. "Robb, why, how, why?" She squeaked out. Not quite
sure what to say. Robb smiled wide at her and came down the last few steps
towards her.
"I hope you have a pretty dress, Sansa. And Margaery, she's easy to crack,"
Robb said to her. He handed her the carnation and leaned into plant a kiss on
her cheek.
"You were so mopey this week and I couldn't stand it. Now I know why. Would you
be my date tonight, little dove?" Robb asked. Sansa nodded and smiled.
She was the luckiest girl in the world to have Robb as her brother she thought
later as she was all dolled up and they danced, bodies pressed closely
together, moving in tune to Sansa's favorite song.
FLUFF
Robb always came to her room on the more frigid nights, he would sneak in, fit
himself alongside her in her feather bed and fall asleep with his face tucked
into the curve of her neck. He always made sure to slip out before Sansa's
handmaid would come by for the morning. Not a trace of him to be found. She
made it easier for him to sleep. Her smell of honey and peonies was
intoxicating but the way she always reacted when he came to her bed, sleepily
mumbling his name and curving back into him, was his favorite part.
FRIENDSHIP
Robb was the only one who ever gave Lady a bath because he was the only one who
Sansa trusted to do the job. Sansa was sitting nearby, her hands delicately
folded in her lap as she observed. "Make sure you wash behind her ears," she
said and Robb sighed. She always said that and he never forgot too but this
time he felt playful and flicked a few drops of sudsy water her way. "Robb,
stop, you'll ruin my dress," she shouted as a pout came across her face. Lady
had clearly had enough and trotted away to shake herself off.
"I'm sorry, Sansa, I didn't mean to ruin your dress," Robb said. She stared him
up and down and Robb knew he was filthy, standing there shirtless and wet. He
looked like one of the stable boys. Sansa shook her head and smoothed out her
hair. Regaining her dignity, he supposed. "It's alright, this isn't my favorite
dress to begin with," she said and her smile made it all worth it.
HURT/COMFORT
The first time she ever fell off her horse, Robb was the first at her side and
sweeping her up into his arms. "Are you okay, little dove?" He whispered to her
so only she could hear. Sansa nodded and straightened out her skirts. Her palms
were scraped and covered with dirt and her side ached. But somehow when Robb
discreetly ran his hand down her side, the pain was soothed and she was ready
to get back on the horse.
ROMANCE
Robb didn't show his love for her in grand gestures. He wasn't afforded that
luxury but he made sure she always knew. Whether it was taking her on rides
with him or just watching the sun set over Winterfell together. When they were
alone he would envelope her in his arms and surround her with his presence. So
she knew and she did that he would love her more than any other girl he would
ever be betrothed too.
SMUT
Sansa knelt down and took his cock into her mouth. Just like a whore, she
thought. Yet she was only his whore. He loved to see her come undone, so
unladylike underneath him or just like this. She licked over the head of his
cock and coaxed him into release. She flicked her eyes upwards to relish the
emotions over his face as she did so and felt a curl of satisfaction that she
was able to do that to him.
-fin-
End Notes
     This was supposed to be one of the those seven sentence things but
     I've never been very good at keeping with just a sentence or few as
     you can see.
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