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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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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?