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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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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?"

She's done a perfectly good job of saying it, in Robb's mind, at least. He kisses her again, softly, fingers sliding over her skin. "It's okay," he assures her quietly. "I know."

She ducks her head, turning when his lips brush hers and kiss her so softly. Her breath catches, sending little shivery tremors through her as his hands slide over her skin. A slow, gentle and calm torture of good things, warm hands and body pressed against hers but not enough. Letting out a soft muffled moan against his lips as she squirmed beneath his hands.

"Robb," Del half moaned as his hands teased her, warm and there and not there. Hand slipping beneath his clothes, she ran her fingertips down his thigh pressing her palm against his skin.

He kisses from the corner of her mouth slowly toward her ear, one hand sliding down her side, a thumb brushing across her breast, over her belly.

"Patience," he whispers, playful, against her ear. After all, he knows she has it in her.

Her back arches, lifting from the bed as she presses into the thumb moving across and down her skin. Her stomach flutters, tensing and sucking in as his fingers touch her stomach. Laughing, Del squirmed beneath the fingers and the ticklish sensation.

"That tickles!" Del whispered sharply though she was smiling even he whispered in her ear. Patience, she had patience. She just needed to remember where she had put it, probably stuffed behind a cushion in a sofa.

Her fingers curled into the side of his leg, pressing tighter as she tried to be patient and let Robb love her.

"Does it?" Robb asks, all innocence as his lips trail across her chin, lower over her throat, and steadily, steadily down in a thin line of featherlight lips and ghosting warm breath.

"Sneaky wolf," Delirium murmured breathlessly, inhaling as her hands curled into fists as his lips brushed over her throat. Letting out a soft little moan at the lips against her throat, she pressed her heels down into the bed as she squirmed, wriggling and moving her hips as he moved further down her body. "Oh... Robb."

Robb thinks he's been called that before, but not with such affection. There's something very real, too, about the way she says his name, and the sound of it lingers in his ears after she's finished saying it. He explores her body slowly but with purpose, alert to the changes in her breath, posture, voice, face that suggest he's doing something a little more right than the last thing.

Exhaling with a soft shudder, she closed her eyes sighing with pleasure as his hands and lips seemed to explore her body. Reaching she traced the back of her hand down his neck gently before threading her fingers through his hair. Her other hand uncurled, pressing against his hip before sliding down fingertips pressed against bare skin beneath his mythical pants.

Her lips let out a quiet moan as as his lips brushed lower. "Robb please..."

They're really not mythical. They exist. Also, they're just pants. Robb glances up at her, eyes sparkling merrily, his lips against her belly. "What?"

Smiling as she tilted her head forward, looking down at Robb as her hair fell in front of face. Pressing her lips together as he paused, lips against her belly and squirmed beneath, stomach trembling slightly. Her patience felt worn by his lips, even more by the way his eyes sparkled as he looked at her like she really, truly meant something.

"Please?" Del asked, pressing her fingertips against the back of his head massaging gently as she looked at him with a warm smile. "I want you Robb now. And Definitely no more oh... pants."

For the first time throughout the night, Robb looks troubled, his fingers stroking absently against her thigh. "I'm not exactly...prepared," he admits. "Unless you have something? Because I'm not quite ready for Reynald to have any brothers."

Del stroked a hand through Robb's hair before bringing her hands forward to touch his cheek and smooth the troubled look from his face with her thumb. Del smiled, squirming beneath his hand at her thigh before she nodded her head.

"Oh, oh hmmm yes. Pass me my bag," Del mumured pointing to where her bag should be. She could have gotten it herself but that meant moving and she quite liked where she was right now. "Do not worry Robb Stark I will take care of you and then you can take care of me. Okies?"

And Robb doesn't mind fetching it for her, though he's making a mental note that if this kind of thing is going to become a habit, he'd probably best look into being more prepared himself.

"It's a deal," he says, kissing her chin lightly before rolling off her to rummage around for the bag. "Here."

Del opened her eyes, pouting a little as Robb rolled off her and reached, rummaging about, for her bag. Leaning up onto her elbows, Del shifted sitting up and placing her feet against Robb's legs as she slid closer to to him. For someone so chaotic, her bag was remarkably and a little unnervingly organised finding what she wanted she plucked them from the bag before placing them beside her.

Biting her lip, Del reached for Robb's hands and threaded her fingers through his, smiling warmly at him before pulling his hands towards the waistband of her shorts.

Now that little interruption is over, Robb bends to kiss her again, quick and soft and sweet. He doesn't try to interrupt her moving his hands where she wants them, just slides his fingers beneath her shorts, easing them downward, sliding over her skin.

No, he does not get away that easy. Letting go of his hands, Del reached for his face and pressed her hands against his cheeks drawing him back for a lingering kiss. Lifting her hips Del sucked in a breath as his fingers brushed against her skin, teasing the shorts down her legs. Exhaling against his lips, she sighed and traced her hands down his neck and over his back. She felt fluttery and nervous now that she was the one naked and not him.

Pulling Robb back down into his bed with her, distracting herself from the fluttery feeling, Del let her hands slide lower pressing beneath his waistband before curling her hand around his- oh, Robb.

Whatever Robb meant to do or say before that second is abruptly cut short, and his breath along with it. She's beautiful, he'd been going to tell her, or pull back and look at her, but then she does that and nobody's done that in longer than Robb cares to say.

"Oh," he breathes, and holds still for a moment, not thinking about anything, just to get everything back under control.

There are moments that she can see even now in her human body. She does not think she would need to be Delirium or Delight to know that Robb's mind has gone somewhere else right now. Somewhere entirely blank. A good place. Del tilted her head up at him, the smile that spread across her face was entirely wicked even though the kiss she left against his lips was sweet.

"Oh, Robb Stark?" Del murmured teasingly against his lips as she grasped him more firmly, sliding her hand slowly upwards. Del had told him she was going to take care of him, she had meant it. She was going to take care of him- mind, body, soul, all of him. She was going to love him with all of her. "I do not think I heard you right, you should say it again. Okies?"

It is, in fact, a thing women have never needed to be goddesses or personifications or Endless to do to men, and surely she can feel his body react when she adjusts her grasp.

"Oh," he repeats, either because she's asked him to or because it just seems like the most natural thing in the world to say, and kisses her hard.

Del smiled, stroking slowly with her hand and watching the way Robb reacted to her touch, the way he oh'd again. Parting her lips with a soft moan as he kissed her, Del leaned into the kiss wrapping one arm around him and pulling him down into bed with her.

"Robb..." Del murmured quiet against his lips, letting her free hand wander across his body before pushing at his waistband, tugging his pants down a little impatiently. Leaning up to press a hard, desperate kiss against his lips, Del rolled her thumb over the tip of his arousal teasing him just a little.

His breath hitches again, and he squirms free of of the pants till he can kick them off to the side of the bed with the rest of their clothes. And if that means moving a little against Del, twitching and pushing agaist her hand, it's hardly his fault. She did, after all, want him naked.

Sliding her thumb against his cheek, she breathed out his names as she parted her lips gently and brushed an almost kiss against his lips. Looking down over Robb, her cheeks flushed a little as she smiled kissing him almost again before pressing her lips against his with a little moan.

Robb Stark, her Robb.

"Oh Robb," Del moaned against his lips, stroking him slow as he pushed against her hand. Leaning back reaching for the protection, Del remembered her sister's lessons as she murmured a soft 'wait' to Robb. It was hard to concentrate but she managed, biting her lip before she finally got it right after a moment. Smiling at Robb, warm and happy and filled with desire for him, she drew him close to her shifting her body beneath his. "Robb?"

Robb can already tell that he's going to have to learn all the different ways she says his name, otherwise he's going to be asking 'What?' a lot. This is something he will look into later, though; he's somewhat distracted at the moment. By the time she's finished, her fingers sliding all over him, he's pushing the boundaries of coherence by a good margin.

"Hm?" he asks, stretching out atop her again, kissing the side of her neck as he presses her into the bed.