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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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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.

She sucked in her breath, in tiny little gasps as he covered her body with his. Her hips moved, naughty hips, as she drew her legs around his waist. She cannot think when he kisses her neck like that, she cannot think at all except for warmth and Robb and now.

She doesnt answer his question except to kiss him, drawing him closer. He must know now, he must understand that Robb means now and love and hot and so many things in one simple breathy word. She squirms against him, his name almost on the tip of her tongue until he is flush against her.

"Please Robb," Del murmured against his lips tracing her fingertips against his cheek as she looked up at him like he was her whole universe and that he was all that she wanted.

There's no reason for either of them to ask again. This part Robb can mention very well thank you without a lot of extra words, and her legs are around his back and all he has to do is move,

press
just
a little
closer--

and he's inside her and she's around him and he can't think about anything else.

Her fingertips fall away from him, her breath catching as Robb, her Robb, moves and presses inside her slowly. For a moment she was still, for once not squirming or moving at all as she closed her eyes. A soft moan escaped from her lips as she gasped, pulling him down closer to her so she could kiss him. She has wanted this, wanted him, for such a long time now since the first day they had met.

"Ah," Her voice was soft, breathy as she slid her hands down his back. Fingertips pressing into muscle as she moved her hips, breathless for a moment as he pressed deeper inside her. Her body trembled as she kissed him. "Oh Robb."

He hadn't realised she had it in her to be that still. Then again, she can, as she said, do anything she sets her mind to. (Like spending a year determinedly courting a man who hadn't seen her coming.)

His breath hitches when her hips move, and then his own do, too, rolling with each slow thrust. He's braced on one arm, looking down at her, that odd little ghost of a smile on his lips as he watches her face.

She could spend her time entirely dedicated to making Robb Stark smile at her the way he smiled at her now. She could spend every waking moment dedicated to the task but then she wouldn't get to make his breath hitch and she certainly wouldn't get to kiss him and that would be a shame because she really enjoyed that.

Smiling up at him, Del traced her fingertips across his lips before leaning up to kiss him. Moaning softly into his mouth, Del clung to Robb a little before kissing him harder as his hips moved, slowly thrusting.

It's been such a long time since Robb did this that his body is no longer especially interested in taking things slowly, and the part of his mind that remains coherent is trying to have a stern talk with it about that. While all this plays out in his head, he answers her kiss with one of his own, deeper and more heated than a moment ago as he moves against her.

Del could have a word with his mind, tell his mind how slow and stop were naughty words that definitely deserved time outs and naughty steps but he's not listening to his mind and Del certainly isn't listening to hers. Not when he is kising her, not when he is making her feel like he wants her more than any other and loves her and cares and all with one simple, heated kiss.

"Ro..bb...," Del gasps into his mouth, tracing her hand down his neck and across his back. Her fingernails pressing into his skin lightly as her hips move with him, faster, faster, faster. She was never letting him sleep again. Never. "Robb please, ohh."

He murmurs something in answer that might be a breath or might be her name. She wants more and faster, and his body is definitely in agreement, so what else can he do but give them what they both want, hips moving and lips sliding over her skin and hands pressing her down into the mattress?

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