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442... 443... 3.141592... 84... 64... how many sheeps could a sheep chuck sheep if a sheep sheep could chuck sheep...

There were times when sleep evaded Delirium of the Endless. She would wait staring at the ceiling, at her pillow, at a collection of freckles on Robb's skin... waiting until her brother would let her eyes fall shut and allow her entrance into his realm. Sometimes it would take minutes and she would sleep, curled up in a small ball beside Robb Stark and other times it would take hours and she would count sheep or ships or sometimes just the freckles on his body. Tonight, she was counting sheep.

999 fluffy little nightmares with razor sharp teeth and their baa-ing... 474... 1,000,001...

Robb was asleep, his eyes closed, beside her. He was different when he slept; younger, more relaxed, beautiful instead of handsome, hers. He felt like hers when he was asleep. Sometimes she could curl up against him, her hand on his shoulder and her head pressed against his chest. Safe. She doesn't feel scared then, she feels safe and whole lying there with him. She hasn't told him that, Helen says she should.

22... 1/8... 9... 723... where is Big Puppy in sheep clothing...

He doesn't stir when she brushes her cold toes against his legs or slides her hand up his chest. Del waits before leaning in close, Safesafesafe, and whispers four words into his ear. Pulling back, she looks at him with wide mismatched eyes before letting out a soft eeeep. Rolling over she hides behind her hair, burying herself beneath the blankets where he cannot see her.

678... 85,498... 1...

The four words, the words she had whispered, were a simple I love you Robb.

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Sneaky wolves indeed, but he actually does have his eyes closed. Not realising she was really going to tell him a secret--let alone just what the secret was--he can't exactly plan ahead for the timing, but it works out reasonably well anyway. As her lips are forming words, his own reach them, so the secret and the soft kiss happen at almost--almost--the same moment.

O...Sneaky wolf.

There were lips brushed against hers, kissing her softly. Robb's lips. Letting out a soft oh, Del smiled against his lips and darted her head forward slightly to catch his lips with hers. Sliding her hands up his chest to curl around his shoulders, Del kissed Robb smiling as she murmured a soft pleased noise. Her eyes were still closed even as she wrapped her arms around his neck.

There is something so impossibly sweet about smiling kisses. Robb would never have thought himself to be the sort of man to notice, but there it is. Her arms curl around his neck and he eases her close, brushing the pad of his thumb across her cheek.

"Robb," Del whispers against his lips, smiling as her lips part to kiss him. Robb not Robb Stark. She loves Robb. Turning her head into the thumb at her cheek, Del pressed a kiss to his thumb before she leaned the whole of her body into the warmth of his. Cold feet, cold hands forgotten about, lack of sleep and counting sheep forgotten as she focuses on kissing him and pulling him close.

There's something too, about the way she says it. Robb is different from Robb Stark, despite both being almost the same label for the same person, and even though the second word is at least, if not more, important than the first.

It still sounds different when someone's whispering it into your mouth.

He pulls back just a little, after a moment, his fingers brushing against her cheek. "No," he says lightly. "I definitely don't think I can go back to sleep now."

Opening her eyes, she looked at him before letting the small smile spread across her face and light up her eyes with joy and delight at his words. Curling her fingers through the back of his hair, Del stretched her arms around him as she pressed their bodies close together.

"No?" Del asked quietly, cheeks flushed. Biting the bottom of her lip, she slid her foot down the back of his leg before smiling up at him. "We could try counting sheep."

"Counting sheep?" Robb repeats, looking as if he's just on the verge of laughing, still holding her close. "Does that actually ever work?"

Almost. Del leaned up kissing the laughter on his lips, smiling at him before she tried to straighten her face and look at him seriously even as she slid her leg over his.

"I am up to forty two thousand and eighteen tonight," Del replied, threading her fingers through his hair. "It works sometimes, sometimes I count your freckles but then I lose count and have to start again."

Robb does laugh then, quietly, muffled in the mostly-dark, easing her back down to the blankets with him. "So no, it doesn't."

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."

Robb's hand slides down Del's side without really consulting the rest of him first. "Just wait till you're chasing Abby around tomorrow. You'll wish you'd had more sleep."

457... 22... Oh... oh...

That was new, the hand that made her heart stutter inside her chest and her cheeks flush. Twisting her fingers through a strand of his hair, Del considered Robb's word with a scrunch of her nose before she shook her head with a smile.

"Nope. Not even the combined forces of Abby and Reynald will make me close my eyes. Besides I have a secret weapon," Del replied, leaning in close to whisper into Robb's ear. "You. Robb."

Del smiled before pressing a kiss to his neck.

"Me?" Robb echoes, feigning quiet disbelief, his fingers tightening slightly against her hip. "What makes you think I'm a very good secret weapon? Especially against Abby."

She inhaled sharply at the fingers tightening against her hip, the warmth. Pressing her tongue to her lips, she brushed Robb's neck with her tongue before exhaling a soft mmm. Sliding her leg over Robb's, Del pressed closer to Robb squirming ever so slightly.

"Because," Del replied. "Because you make me feel alive and happy so even if I get no sleep, I will be able to look after Abby and Reynald and Daniel because you will be there with me. And we will do it Together."

Robb is beginning to think that counting things in his head is not a bad idea, though it's not sleep he's looking for. Well, eventually, it probably is.

"I'm glad to make you happy," he says lightly, "but I still think human bodies need sleep." Amongst other things his particular human body thinks it needs, which he is fiercely ignoring. "Even ones that weren't human before. Maybe especially those."

Sliding her hands through Robb's hair, Del traced her hands down his neck before spreading her fingers out against his back. Pressing her fingertips against his spine, Del slid her hands down his back and up again. Sighing a little at the contact, Del mmm'd against his neck before listening to him.

"Brother will let me in eventually but for now he must be in a mood with me because I'm not sleepy. I'm not tired at all," Del said, she felt the exact opposite. Like every part of her was entirely aware of Robb and the warmth of his body and how her hands felt on his skin, on his body, on him. "What do you do when you cannot sleep?"

Robb is certain there are things he does when he can't sleep, it's just that he can't think of them at the moment. Only part of that is because it doesn't happen very often.

"Can't sleep?" he teases in mock surprise, brushing a finger across her cheek. "I'm the father of a three-year-old. I can't remember when last that happened."

Arching her back as she stretched against Robb, Del exhaled as she rolled her shoulders back and dragged her hands down his back. Tracing gentle swirls with her fingertips against his skin in the hollow of his back, Del looked at Robb before scrunching her face up at the tease.

"You are teasing me Robb," Del replied, turning her head to press a kiss to his finger then to the palm of his hand. Brushing her lips against his wrist, Del leaned her head against his chest and smiled. "Clearly I should come and keep you up all night more often then."

"Me? Teasing?" For someone often accused of being too serious, Robb is really very good at the Very Innocent Face. But then, he's been practising it since long before he was serious. "Surely not."

Del let out a soft laugh at Robb Stark's entirely innocent face and stretched up to kiss the innocence off his face. Sliding her hand around his side, Del walked her fingers up his chest before pressing his shoulders back onto the bed so that Robb was lying on his back. Sliding her legs over his, Del straddled Robb's waist sitting up for a moment before she lay down on top of him and stretched out against him.

Oh, that was 392 times more peachier keen.

"Surely yes." Del replied, wriggling as she tried to make herself comfortable on Robb. "I should not forgive you for such things but I will..." Del paused before adding with a cheeky grin. "... if you kiss me. Okies?"

All this wriggling is going to drive Robb completely round the bend in short order, and there's a part of his brain that's wondering why he's still resisting so hard anyway.

"Del." His answering laugh is soft, breathless, his body very still. "What are you trying to do to me?"

"Oh, is it not obvious?" Del asked, looking down at Robb with a slightly mischievious smile on her lips. Hair spilling down over her shoulders and in front of her face as she leaned down over Robb. "I am trying to sleep. You do not make a very good mattress Robb but that is okay, I will love you anyway."

Del grinned, brushing her lips against Robb's. Her intent clearly anything but sleeping. Del finally murmured soft words against his lips. "I am trying to love you Robb."

When it comes down to it, Robb has never actually been courted before in his life, and certainly not with the slow persistence of a stream wearing down a canyon. The pressures of war and intense teenage love don't really allow for such, and beyond that, it's just not something that's done in Westeros. Or for that matter that often on the island, either.

And Robb, already hurt and so attached to duty, has been so guarded for so long that it's become a habit. So it's a strange thought indeed, when he looks at the entrancing mismatched eyes of the woman above him and realises that even if it all ends up going completely to hell in some way he trusts her.

Which is a big deal, by Robb Stark standards.

"I'm sorry," he says, still smiling a little, reaching up to brush a hand down the back of her hair. "That's not an easy challenge for anyone to take on."

Inhaling as she shifted, Del pressed her body tightly against Robb's as she stretched and made herself comfortable. Smiling as Robb ran his hand down her hair, Del brushed a kiss against the corner of his lips and then the side of his face.

"Silly Robb Stark, I'm not just anyone." Delirium murmured, her voice soft in his ear. Her hands pressed against his shoulders and slid down his arms. "And loving you is a very easy thing to do, telling you is the harder part and showing you. But loving you is very easy? And I can be patient, endlessly patient, for you."

He feels like he's had some kind of revelation; he just isn't sure what to make of it. "You're definitely not just anyone," he agrees, still holding her, though not so close as she's already pressed herself against him.