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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      Game_of_Thrones_(TV), A_Song_of_Ice_and_Fire_-_George_R._R._Martin
  Relationship:
      Robb_Stark/Sansa_Stark, Implied_Jon_Snow/Arya_Stark, Jon_Snow_&_Sansa
      Stark
  Character:
      Sansa_Stark, Robb_Stark, Jon_Snow, Arya_Stark
  Additional Tags:
      Alternate_Universe_-_Modern_Setting, Plot_What_Plot/Porn_Without_Plot,
      Fireworks, Incest, Sibling_Incest, Tree_Sex, I_Can't_Believe_I_Wrote
      This, I'm_Sorry, Implied/Referenced_Cheating
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-12-12 Words: 2740
****** Their Hearts Will Beat Together ******
by The_Otter_Knight
Summary
     The faint pop of fireworks sizzled overhead, lighting up their faces
     and for a moment, they both recognize the other person and pause. But
     then the world fades back to darkness and everything is okay again,
     because in the dark they are strangers to each other.
      
     Wherein Sansa and Robb decide to sneak off during a fireworks show
     and have brother-sister bonding time against a tree.
Notes
     There was actually a whole coffee shop/college au behind this, with
     most of the plot revolving around Sansa angsting over her incestuous
     love for Robb, and I decided to work on some smut (uh, this is my
     first time writing this sort of thing, for humans anyways, so it's
     kind of bad) for it but then I lost motivation for it. That was
     roughly 4+ months ago? At least?
     I am so sorry that this is so horrible.
His hands are gentle against her palms, and even though their intent is pure as
they stumble away, laughing like they used to during their childhood, before he
found girls, booze, money and freedom and grew away from her. She follows after
him, like a duck after it's mother and doesn't protest when he sits down
suddenly, the trees blocking most of their view, but it feels intimate somehow.
He tugs her arm and she obediently falls beside him, all grins and giggles and
she swears she almost feels tipsy. You've noticed me, she wants to say, but the
words die before they even reach her throat, but the warm feeling that washes
through her is enough. You've noticed how far apart we've grown and now you're
trying to fix this.
She rests her head against his shoulder, cloaked in a thin t-shirt that she
bought for his last birthday. She draws her knees up slightly, but doesn't
bring them to her chest just yet. Her long hair slips past both their shoulders
and he humms a loose tune that she recalls briefly in a faint wisp of memory
before it's gone.
"It's nice," he murmurs against her hair, turning his head ever so slightly.
She blinks, drawing her attention away from the sparkle and glitz of the
fireworks ahead before she turns to look at him, their breaths mingling but she
doesn't mind. "Being here with you."
"Good," she murmurs, feeling a sense of thrill drill through her. "Because I've
missed this." She opens her mouth to say more, thinks more of what she's going
to say then decides on it anyways, "You've been gone so long. I've missed you."
His hand trails along her hand, sandwiched between them. He takes her hand,
turns it over so her palms are upwards and begins to map the stars on her skin.
She shivers involuntarily and presses into him more, as if cold. "I've missed
you too," he says, and settles his palm against her's so that they're clasped
together, palm to palm. Their hands fit together like puzzle pieces and she
feels like electricity ran through her. She turns her head again to look at
him, the fireworks going off above them, the trees still shielding most of the
view, but she sees enough of him.
The same features adorn both of their faces, although they have different tilts
of the eyebrows, she has higher cheekbones and he has a straighter nose rather
than her loose curve upwards. They look well enough alike, but different enough
for it to be noticeable, perhaps not at first glance, but maybe the second or
third. Perhaps it's the summer night getting to her, but she is the first to
lean her head towards his. "Hey," she murmurs, almost shyly.
He turns, and her lips catch his. His grunt of surprise is drowned out by the
gentle roll of her lips against his, her breath catching in his mouth as she
exhales. His eyes are wide, dark and blue with the pupils blown wide. "What.."
he murmurs, completely off guard as she draws away for a moment, to drink in
the air before she leans forward again. This time, he presses against her, his
hand tightening in her's, and he tilts his body to move against her's, chest
against chest and lips against lips. They fit together in a way they hadn't
before, like the world just started spinning, like they're breathing for the
first time, and even though she knows it is wrong, she doesn't relent the
violent barrage against his senses, taking his quiet, doubtful movements of his
lips against her's until she can encourage him to move smoothly against her.
The fireworks dazzle up in the sky above and they freeze, tensing like deer in
the headlights, and they pull away, her sweater suddenly feeling too warm and a
faint dampness spotting down near her nether. I'm sorry, she wants to say, but
the words don't come out. He wordlessly gets up, and begins to march over
towards their sister and cousin are, still waiting for them to return. He
reminds her vaguely of a rabbit fleeing of a wolf.
"Wait," she calls after him, catching his wrist, and pulling his arm against
her chest until he tenses and slows, her heartbeat pounding in her ears. He
doesn't turn until she grabs onto his shoulders and make him turn, and then
he's kissing her, a needy look in his eyes, full of devotion and acceptance and
guilt and she's swarmed by so many emotions that she can't help but kiss him,
along his jawline where faint stubble was growing, to just beneath his jaw, but
then he cups her face and kisses her. She steps back, grabbing fistfulls of his
shirt, and somehow her hands wander south and begin to tug and pull until it's
up and over his head.
His shirt is discarded somewhere, and soon enough, her sweater soon follows,
after a loose fumbling and a gentle curse from him. Even though her brain is
scattered and protesting, her body is reacting to the faint pulses of pleasure
that she feels with each stroke and touch until her pants practically dissolve
after her sneakers disappear. She stops his palms from removing her shirt, and
instead she tugs at his belt, which he loosens then she fumbles with his
button, unzipping him then he fumbles out of his pants.
She kisses him passionately as soon as he's clad in only his boxers, her hands
tangling in hair identical to her's, her heart thrumming and her blood soaring.
Their kisses and roaming hands are less gentle, and her bruises from her
boyfriend are a little sore, but the pleasure that overcomes her is enough. She
wiggles out of her undergarments and he out of his boxers and they they press
against each other, trying to find solace in the bond they lost so long ago.
He slicks his length, and after he pries her lower lips open with gentle
fingers and steadies her with rough, almost frantic thrusting of his fingers,
until she says that she's ready. He then slips into her and she cries out, her
back arching away from the rough tree. She mewls, pawing at him and scratching
at his chest with his nails. But then she stops and pants, her hands gripping
the bark tightly. He pauses, letting her adjust until her eyes glaze over, the
pain ebbing, and he beings to move.
He's clumsy, but so is she, and a couple times his grip on her slips and she
almost slides down the tree. Once his grip on her is sure, her legs wrap around
him, locking him in place. Her hair is damp against her forehead, the faint pop
of fireworks sizzled overhead, lighting up their faces and for a moment, they
both recognize the other person and pause. But then the world fades back to
darkness and everything is okay again, because in the dark they are strangers
to each other.
He whispers sweet nothings in her ear, which causes her to shiver and wrap her
arms around his neck and tells him to move. He does, thrusting slowly and
shallowly into her, muffling her moans with his lips when she attempts to cry
out. Her back is hurting from being pressed against the bark but she doesn't
mind. Instead, she grinds against him, rotating her hips to drag him deeper
inside. She gasps at the sudden fullness when he sheathes himself completely
into her. He pauses, leaning forward to kiss at her neck and she bends her
head, allowing for him to proceed. The distant sound of fireworks going off is
barely noticed by them.
"Move, Robb, please," she half-sobs into his hair, her body shivering and she
tries to move, but with the way she's pressed against the tree, it's hard to.
He quivers at the mention of his name and withdraws his head from the crook of
her neck and kisses her deeply on the lips when she opens her mouth to protest
loudly again, swallowing her groan as he pulls out and thrusts back into her.
His thrusts are slow and paced, and they enjoy the gentle sway of each other's
bodies. But as the night goes on, a sense of danger floods their senses. Sansa
twitches, the thrill of the danger rolling through her as a pleasurable wave
and she rolls her hips, causing Robb to groan despite himself and thrust
noisily into her, the slick sound of skin hitting skin echoing through the
clearing.
Sansa nearly crows in excitement as he moves into her, filling and emptying her
by simple thrusts of his hips. She quivers, her nails gouging up and down his
back as she lets the feelings roll through her. There's a tightening feeling in
her stomach, but it's too far, too distant for her to reach and catch. "S-
Sansa," he says, as if sensing her emotional turmoil. "Yo-You're so.." He slips
easily back into her, and she hiccups, her silent tears being interrupted by
the simple sound. She's slicker, with her own juices running down her thighs
and onto the ground. "Tigh-.. nh.. wet.." he tries to say, but instead he
manages out, "You're beautiful."
She nearly sobs then, her nerves twitching and tumbling over themselves as she
tries to find a suitable response to that, but her mind is going white with
pleasure as he thrusts back into her, his movements smoother and less painful
since they first started. "Robbbb," she sighs out, tightening her legs around
his waist and rolling her head back, letting her hair tumble out onto her
shoulders. She tries to steady herself, tries to calm herself, but then her
insides are tightening and coiling, the feeling pooling inside of her and
quickly filling with each thrust he makes into her.
"Nhh," he breaths out into her fair, smelling of alcohol and mint and pine
leaves. She unsteadily brings her hands up to his face and sighs again, the
feeling burning inside her. Her brother must have felt the same, because his
pace quickens, thrusting and sliding smoothly through her and she feels the
sensation pool and thicken until she's shaking.
"Robb, Robb, Robb," she says, trying to touch every part of him, trying to get
a grip on every part of him before she releases. He stills for a moment when he
hears her proclaim his name and his pace quickens. Her chest feels like it's
constricting when she sees stars, her mind going blank as she twitched and
grabs onto him, riding out her orgasm as he moved inside her, having stilled
inside her a few moments before her, hearing him cry out her name. Warmth
spreads through her and she sways, trying to grab a hold of himself or the
tree, whichever seemed more stable. She feels him leak out of her when he pulls
out and she gasps, a sudden chill running through her before she plants her
feet back onto the ground, taking a steadying step or too before she is
confident that she can stand.
Sansa blinks away the surprise in her eyes and takes calming breaths, her heart
thundering painfully in her chest as she tries to calm herself, but her senses
are still hot wired, then surprise floods through her when she the fireworks go
off again and she remembers who they are to each other, who they are to the
world, and she feels sick to her stomach. He leans forward, as if to swoop a
kiss onto her face, but she gasps and turns away. Sansa sees the look in his
eyes and hurriedly goes on to say, "W-We -- they -- they can catch us." Her
voice is shaky, unsteady and horrified. His expression is unreadable but she
can see the outline of him, so she sees when he nods.
Robb turns away from her, his breathing loud and sending shivers down her back
as she searches the ground quickly for her pants. Just before she asks him, he
tosses fabric at her and she quickly wriggles into her underwear and pants,
buttoning herself up, ignoring the ugly and wet feeling that irritates her,
dampening her underwear. She straightens her shirt and tidies up her hair,
smoothing the tangles out of where he'd gripped it, pointedly not looking at
him. She feels along the ground but she can't find either her shoes nor her
phone so she waits Robb to finish getting ready.
He zips his pants up and pulls his phone out of his pocket, if the slight
rustle of fabric was anything to go off by. A light flickers onto the ground
and suddenly they can see. They pointedly ignore their tree and move noisily
and clusmily through the forest, accidentally bumping into each other once in a
while, sending eletric shocks up and down Sansa's arms and speeding up her
heart. She tries not to look at him, not directly at least, but she's sure that
he's looking at her.
Unexpectedly, a light flashes in their eyes, and Arya's voice calls out, "What
are you too doing? Romping around in the willows? You missed half the show!"
Sansa wants to cry in disbelief because her younger sister couldn't have been
more right unless she actually asked if they banged each other behind the tree.
"You two look like Gendry ran you over," Jon's voice says from right beside
Arya, startling Sansa to having her heart leap up into her throat and she finds
herself blinking against the light harshly when Arya swings it and nearly
blinds her. "Arya." Arya lowers the flashlight and Sansa blinks, clearing her
vision and noticing Jon look skeptically at them.
Robb steps in then and says, "We were trying to find a better place to sit;
y'know, to give you guys some alone time." Something flashes across Jon's eyes
before it smooths over and he only shakes his head slowly at his cousin.
Arya has a pinched expression and keeps glancing between Robb, then Jon, and
finally Sansa, staring at her the longest before saying, "Your hair's a mess."
Then, she barks out a laugh and adds, "It looks better like that." She passes
the flashlight to Jon, who lowers it enough so that it doesn't blind them but
instead falls towards their feet. If Jon noticed Sansa missing her shoes, he
doesn't comment on it. "C'mon, mum called me ten minutes ago. She wants us over
for supper sometime." Sansa laughs then, a tinny noise that sounds foreign even
to her, and she stops abruptly when she notices Jon give her a look. She
doesn't know if she could act the same way around Robb ever again, especially
not after they... she swallows and takes a deep breath and instead smiles
warmly.
"Well, let's not keep her waiting." Arya scowls at her but nods in agreement.
"Jon." She sees her cousin lift his eyebrows and before she could loose her
courage she plows forward, "I, um. Could I ride with you?" She sees Arya's look
of confusion and a glare of possessiveness as she glances at Jon but she says
nothing. Jon opens his mouth in a slightly parted 'o' but his thoughtful look
clears and he nods.
"Sure, might as well. Tell me when you're ready to go." She hastily nods and
takes his warm palm in her hand, ignoring her brother's pointed look, and
begins to drag him away.
"Please, I need to get away. Now."
The whole ride home, she tries to ignore Jon's knowing look, because it hurts.
It is not the look of scorn nor fury as she expected, but a gentle soothing
look that calmed her, and she wonders why she pushed the soft-spoken, gentle,
boy away during their childhood. It is the look of understanding that unnerves
her, rocks her off kilter and feel as though she's disappointed him, because
nobody should accept what she's -- they've -- done.
She knows that Jon would accept this, because he's been the outcast ever since
they've been young, so he knows what it's like to do something odd or peculiar,
but she's done him so much wrong that she won't accept his acceptance. It feels
wrong, settles along her chest and collarbones like a weight that won't go away
and she wants to cry.
She isn't ready for this.
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