There. There was nothing quite like the way laughter sounded, felt like on Robb Stark, Robb's, lips. She arches her back, leaning into Robb's body as he eases her back with him into the blankets and the dark and the warmth with him. Running her fingers along his scalp, Del pressed a kiss to his neck and smiled against the warmth of his skin before sighing and looking up at him.

"No... it doesn't." Del finally agrees. "We will have to find something else to do then."