@wolvencrown ✿ ━ continued from here
Where had the words come from, she wondered? When had they formed and slipped from her tongue for his and the Gods to hear? Perhaps that had taken root deep inside her from the moment her doe eyes had found his Tully hues, so much like his sister’s and yet so utterly different. Robb Stark, a name she had heard plenty in her past. A handsome man to be said by most, the young wolf. Yet no one had mentioned how warm his smile was, something she had discovered the first time she had made him do so. Perhaps the words had slowly crawled their way from the depth of her then as well. A slow journey the words had taken, from the depths of her mind to the tip of her tongue. Moments where they had begged to be heard, to be spoken, when she had found herself within his company, all too comfortable around him, lost in the ease of his presence.
Robb Stark, the only other to truly understand what it meant to come back from the dead. The horror they had faced. The loss that they both grieved. The guilt over being the ones to come when others did not. It was Robb that she found solace when she could not sleep for fear of dreams where the fire had claimed her. Until her dreams had started to fill with the image of him instead and sleep had found her much more peacefully. She was a woman with no home, no family, yet with the Starks, in their home of Winterfell, she felt at peace. She felt as if it were becoming her home as well — Sansa had helped with that with their slowly rebuilding friendship from all those years ago, but with Robb, it was something new. Something different than she had ever felt before. Feeling it more and more as the days had gone past and every moment was spent around him. Two haunted spirits drawn to one another, making her not feel alone anymore.
Margaery Tyrell was not a woman that easily let her emotions known, Olenna Tyrell had done well to guide her granddaughter to hide her wants and desires under her sleeve. Yet the feelings that transpired and grew when she was around the young wolf was something different altogether. Undeniable. Every stare, brush against each other accidental and some perhaps not so. She could not hide that, the tension between them growing that she was sure everyone knew. Whispered about them behind their backs as they had made their way out of the dining hall and into the Godswood, walking side by side. Her hand always mere inches away from his as they trekked through the snow, the cold doing little to ease her heated skin. She felt an ache within her, the silence between them deafening, the rush of blood in her ears as her heart fluttered within her chest, telling her she was alive, they were alive, and yet… She wanted to feel alive with him. Then the words came out, unlike any she had ever said before, desperation fueling her. Words that needed to be said. Relief had flooded her when she caught sight of his smirk, his question bringing a smirk of her own as well as a breathless, “Y e s,” a plain word for something so much more. It did not feel so one-sided as his body pressed her back against the tree behind her, a shakey breath escaping her. Hands reaching, clutching upon the fabric along his sides, feeling her body tremble. She tilted her chin up, hearing him utter her name — such a beautiful sound from his lips — the same lips that brushed against hers, evoking a soft gasp from her own lips. “Mmm?” she hummed, swallowing hard, body starving for his touch, his kiss. She groaned, feeling him press further against her, the feel of his hands pulling at her skirts — By the Gods — her breath panting slightly as she fought to open her eyes, to look at his handsome face, hands sliding up his body, the curves of his neck and grasping him gently. Her nose grazes against his, tongue licking her lips and she leans just short against his own lips. She smiled at his words, doe eyes looking up at him, shaking her head gently. “Longer than I should have… Though I hold no shame over it… Only that perhaps I should have said something far sooner than now.” She wanted to kiss him, her body begged for it, yet she refrained, not until she asked. “And you? What of you, Robb? How long has it been for you?”
Her words continued to remain on his mind. He repeated them as he looked upon her. As if Robb could not believe that they were true, that they came from those lips of hers, and were directed at him. He could feel the heat rising between the pair of them from the moment they had a proper meeting. To have Margaery there looking upon him as she had made the shared walk necessary, for there was nothing to be done with how they looked upon one another in the company of others. Not that he would dare to think that any look exchanged between one another was truly noticed by the others. Perhaps Sansa. Only with how frosty his relationship with his sister had been he would not expect her to repeat anything to him, even if she remained close with the woman that was managing to prove that there was another world that he was meant to be partaking in. One far from the one he was still so attached to regardless that it had brought him to his end.
It was not his sister that was upon his mind as he carried on with Margaery. She was distracting him in all the best ways. Often it felt as if she was the only one who understood him as well as the only one who did not seem to ask many questions about things he did not wish to answer. A certain bond formed as she came to Winterfell and he began to get to know her. Another that opened him up to what life after the tragedies had to offer. He was doing his best in order to not think with the parts of him that got him into trouble prior. His head needed to rule what was, not his heart or his cock. She proved to be the greatest test of such things, certainly with his words. Spending his time with a Northern lady from a known family would gain him far more favor with the lords. Only his interests seemed to be of the Southron variety. If they were to perish by what lies on the other side of the wall perhaps he should live the life he wished to. Not the one he thought others wished.
The moment that he backed her up against the bark of the tree he knew that what reservation he had was going to be no longer. The desire found him all too quickly as he wanted nothing more than to feel alive with her. She was the only one to ignite such a fire inside of him. As the moon rose he often found himself wondering just how big the fire could grow within him. For so long Robb seemed to be the king who only grew cold. No time wasted as the words ignited such a large flame he could not resist. Certainly there was no more thinking as he found himself wishing to be with her entirely. The thought of sheathing himself within her walls had been on his mind for longer than he would admit to her. A certain relief sought with nothing but his hand as he thought of things that only caused him to hold guilt once morning came. No guilt found him then as he had fist fills of her skirt, looking upon her with desire in his eyes, letting her feel the arousal that was beginning to find him. Oh, how he craved her more than his words had allowed. It was his body that spoke for itself. No longer was anything hidden between the two of them. No dance needed as they only seemed to truly desire on another. At her question he did not reply at the moment. Rather he allowed a hand to slip beneath her skirts, letting the material fall around him, the palm of his hand meeting the warm flesh of her thigh, eying her as if he was not daring to touch her at all. “Quite some time.” He admitted softly, inching himself closer to her, lips brushing against her own without giving her the kiss he knew all too well the both of them ached for. “I do not believe either of us have made it any sort of secret, have we?” Rather they had both shown how excellent their self control could be as they looked upon one another but dared not to touch. No longer did that seem anything either of them was interested in as he finally pressed his lips against her own, giving them the first kiss that was long overdue.
