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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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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.

And so they remain, for a little while longer, the intensity of kisses growing, slowly, as Robb's fingers continue the slow glide beneath her shirt. Her skin is soft; it makes the tips of his fingers feel rough just brushing against it.

His fingers are slow, making her gasp in tiny little breaths as she leans into his touch and kisses him a little desperately. She has kissed him before, again and again but never like this with the heat and flush of desire and warmth and delight of love.

Her hands slide around him, down his back as she shifted beneath him, moving her hips to bring him flush against her.

"Robb Stark, I do not think I can sleep now." Del murmured with a smile against his lips. Del turned her head pressing a kiss agaisnt his neck before whispering a soft 'love you Robb in his ear.

Robb props himself on one elbow, looking down at her with a playful smile. "I certainly hope not," he says lightly. "I know I'm out of practise, but if you can fall asleep now, I'm definitely doing something wrong."

Her mouth followed his, body leaning upwards as he smiled down at her. Falling back into the bed, Del shifted her body and drew her leg up around his waist. Tugging at him with impatient hands Del pulled him back down to her.

"No, definitely not wrong. Not wrong at all. Robb please..." Del said quietly, her voice filled with longing. Sliding her own hands around his waist to press at his stomach, fingernails pressing against his skin before sliding up his chest. "...don't stop. Help me take this off?"

"Yes," Robb says simply, sitting up to tug his shirt off over his head and toss it somewhere off to the side of the bed before turning back to her. He bends to kiss her, long fingers against her sides, easing her shirt up slowly.

"Yes?" Del asked with a teasing smile, sliding her hands up his chest and pressing the tips of her fingers against warm skin. Robb Stark was of the North, the cold and the winter but here, with her, he felt hotter than her Sol, than Rao and all the blazing heat of the stars she had ever known.

Inhaling sharply as Robb pulled her shirt up, she let out a soft oh against his lips. Smiling as he kissed her, Del stretched up to match his kisses, raising her arms to help him remove the offending article of clothing off her body.

Robb pulls back long enough to ease the shirt up over her head. It's tossed away to join his own, and he bends to kiss her again, propped on one elbow, his other hand roaming slowly over her smooth, soft skin.

Letting her hair fall down her back, Del watched Robb for one shy moment as he tossed the shirt away. Exhaling, letting the trapped litle breath go and the worry flutter away she reached out to touch his chest sliding her hand up his shoulder before leaning into his kiss. Her heart fluttering as his hand touched her.

"Oh," Del whispered softly before smiling at Robb and pulling him closer to her.

"Still all right?" Robb asks, easing closer, cupping her cheek in his hand.

A soft laugh escaped her lips as her smile spread wider across her flushed cheeks. Turning her head to kiss the palm of Robb's hand, Del stuck her tongue against his skin before she ducked her head slightly and nodded.

"Robb... yes silly Robb, my Robb, more than all right." Del murmured into his hand, slightly muffled by her lips pressed against his hand. Brushing her hand over his shoulder and through his hair, Del pressed her heels against the bed before shifting beneath him.

Ohohoh much better than 4.321... 45/1... 1.

That's...encouraging. And the laugh, the expression on her face, it all serves to reassure him this is how she wants to go on. Not that it was ever in that much doubt.

"Just checking," he says softly, kissing her again, nipping lightly at her lip. "You know, in case you'd changed your mind."

Her fingers twist in his hair, fingertips curling into her palms as she tugged gently. Shaking her head so her hair fell forward covering her shoulders as she parted her lips. Pressing her tongue to his lips Del smiled kissing him quickly, chastely once then twice before kissing him heatedly, letting him know how much she had not changed her mind.

"Hmmm... no," Del murmured sliding her hands across his shoulders, fingernails pressing into his skin lightly as she trailed her hands down his back. "Robb?"

The kiss lingers before it stops, before she asks anything. Robb smiles down at her, stretched out against her, half atop her, his hand stroking gently against her side. "Hm?"

"I-" Her voice trailed off, closing her eyes briefly before looking up at him with wide mismatched eyes. Tracing her hands around his side, she pressed her fingertips against the waistband of his remaining clothes, the mythical Robb Stark pants. Cheeks flushing as she smiled at him, leaning into his body as he stroked her side. "I want- I want to... you."

Her fingers pressed just slightly between the layer of his clothes and skin, showing him what her words were failing her with, tripping over in her mouth. "I love you Robb. I want you. Okies?"