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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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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.

Del smiled, resting her head on his shoulder. She could feel his pulse, his heart beating between her chest and his. Her hand resting comfortably there as she wriggled a little more before finally going as still (or as still as Delirium would ever get.)

"No, I'm not. You are so noisy Robb, it's terrible. There are people here trying to sleep." Del teased with a smile, tracing her brother's sigil against Robb's chest to protect him when he slept. "I lost count of my sheep. I suppose I will have to start counting again. Unless you would like to distract me more?"

All that wriggling around is making it really hard to concentrate long enough to form a sentence. "And I suppose if I fall back asleep before you get through all those sheep, you're just going to wake me up again?"

For a moment, she was quiet and still and at peace. But that moment didn't last long and Del looked up at Robb with a teasing, amused smile. Her hips moving, squirming in place as she tried to make herself as comfortable as possible on Robb. He was not very comfy but he was very warm and it was nice to be pressed up against him like that.

"Of course," Del replied with a bright smile. "But then I could tell you lots of interesting secrets whilst you are asleep. So maybe not."

"Del," Robb says, lightly, his arms around her back, just to see if such a thing is even possible, "Hold still."

Sliding her hands up his chest to his shoulder, Del curled her fingers around his shoulder and traced soft circles with her thumb. Robb wrapped his arms around her back, holding her and making her feel warm and content and delighted. Looking up at Robb curiously, Del made a soft noise before tilting her head.

"Why?" Del asked looking at Robb with wide, innocent mismatched eyes.

"Because," Robb answers, kissing her on the nose, "it's very hard to get comfortable when you're moving all over. Also because I want to know if you even can."

Del sighed, her breath steady and calm as she exhaled. Del wriggled once more, stretching her toes out along the bed before settling her head on Robb's shoulder. Lips brushing against his skin, Del scrunched up her nose before lying still. Or as still as Del ever really got.

"Maybe I want to make you uncomfortable in a good way," Del murmured, trying to remain still in Robb's arms. "I can if I really, really want to. Sissy said I can do anything if I want to, if I put my mind and heart to it."

Robb has a bit of trouble, for a moment, following which part it is that she can put her mind to, the holding still or the making him uncomfortable, because she's definitely managing the latter.

"Is that what you're trying to do, then?" he asks, pretty sure he already knows the answer.

"Maybe," Del replied, her lips spreading into a wider smile against his skin. Turning her head up to him Del pressed a kiss against his lips before exhaling slowly. She tried to remain still or as still as possible as she shifted her body sliding it against his so she could kiss him again. "Do I make you uncomfortable in a good way?"

Robb is also trying to hold himself very still. He's a little better at it than she is, but it's still an effort.

"Del, you've got to know you do." Surely she should at least be able to tell.

Del knew but there was a difference between knowing a thing and having it told to you especially by someone you elohveeee. Her heart fluttered, all tight and happy and far too awake in her chest as she smiled at Robb. Sitting up a little, Del arched her back as she bent forward to kiss Robb, her lips parted as she kissed him deeper, that giddy little smile still present on her lips.

"Knowing and saying are two different things. It is nice to hear it all the same, bodies are one things but minds are another. Do you mind? Does it bother you?" Del asked her smile faltering for a second as she looked at Robb with wide eyes.

The brief second when her smile falters does something to him he can't put a name to. "No," he promises, kissing her lips softly. "I don't mind. Despair of getting any sleep, maybe," he adds with a teasing smile, "but not mind."

She let out a breath she had not realised she had been holding as he promised her the world in one simple word no. She heard the word all the time from Abby but it sounded different on Robb's lips, the context was different and it meant so much more to her. All the good things, All The Good Things In Capitals.

"Oh, okies then." Del said softly, the hesitation slipping away as she smiled and kissed Robb again and again. Enjoying the way he would let her just touch him now, kiss him and love him. "You have come up with no ideas as to how we should fall asleep."

"That," Robb teases her, "is because I don't normally need a strategy for it. I just do it. Poof! Asleep. Until," he adds, tapping her on the nose, "someone starts climbing all over me."

"The climbing came later Robb," Del replied, scrunching her nose as he tapped it. Looking up at Robb with a small mischievious smile Del took his finger and pressed a kiss to the fingertip. "You could always climb all over me, we could try that."

"Hmm." The playful glitter in his eyes is the only warning; they narrow slightly and in a heartbeat he's flipped them over, pressing her down into the bed. "I'm not entirely convinced anything will work, you know."

Del tilted her head, looking at him confused for a moment before he turned her whole world upside down. Letting out a soft noise, more gasp than squeal, Del smiled up at Robb as his body covered hers. Reaching up to brush her fingertips against his cheeks, Del smiled softly and shook her head.

"No, I don't think anything will." Del replied sliding her fingers through his hair. He was covering her and still she felt exposed, almost fragile. Del leaned up, arching her body into his so she could brush her lips against his. "I don't mind."

"I had gathered you don't," Robb teases, ducking to kiss her firmly. "You don't care if I get any rest at all, heartless creature, I can already tell."

"Robb," Del murmured, her voice full of longing as Robb kissed her like that. She could feel it from the her lips all the way to the tips of her toes. It wasn't very fair that he was allowed to kiss her like that. It wasn't very fair at all. Del shifted beneath him, squirming a little as she curled her fingers through his hair. "No, I do not care. Not if it means you kiss me like that."

"I really am starting to think," Robb murmurs, moving against her a little, pressed so very close, "that the only way I'm to get any rest at all is if you were to get very tired...."

"Oh... Robb," Her voice is little more than breath as he moves against her just a little but not enough. Her heart felt funny, fluttery and rushed, beating so quick inside her chest as he pressed close to her. Del pressed her lips together before smiling at Robb, full of delight as she shifted her hips just so. "I think that would be more than peachy keen."

This is not exactly a revelation that comes as a surprise, considering how long Del has been working her way into his life, his bed, his heart. Still--"Do you?" he says, soft and teasing, fingers slipping up underneath her shirt, skimming across her skin.

His words may be playful and teasing about sleep, but his body is now really very much awake, and very much aware of how close she is, the softness of her, the way she moves against him. He has come to the realisation this is a fight where it might just be better to surrender.

Her lips parted, words on the tip of her tongue before his hand slipped beneath her shirt, sending the words skittering, nervous, out of her head. Nodding mutely, she could feel the flush spreading across her cheeks as his fingertips pressed against her skin.

"Yes... Robb," Del said softly, brushing a kiss against his lips as she arched into his touch. No one had touched her like this, like she mattered in such a long time. No one had cared. No one but Robb.