[AnOTP]: For Sugar

[eldeststark]

Robb feels guilty.

He feels guilty because he is engaged, and overjoyed to be engaged, but he can't help but remember an evening when he was drunk and happy, and a beautiful woman with red hair sat on his lap and laughed and kissed him and they made love, and he thought he'd never been so full of joy in his entire life.

But she had her way, and he

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[crimson_sugar]

Sugar generally never looks back on what might have been - it's one of those things that she just doesn't do. If she did, she might go mad. Then again, Sugar has also had more sex than is healthy for a young lady her age.

When she spots Robb in the common room, she wanders over, sits next to him, and says, quietly...

"What is it, Robb?" He looks miserable, poor thing.

[eldeststark]

Sugar!

He straightens, quickly, as she sits down, finds a smile that he affixes to his face with some difficulty. He's not very good at faking. "Sugar - I'm glad to see you. I'm all right, what are you talking about?"

I miss you. Have you been - feeling all right? "How's your - Caliban?"

[crimson_sugar]

Sugar can tell, Robb. She's good at lying, and you're horrible at it. She squeezes his hand.

"Everyone's fine," she says quickly (a bit too quickly, maybe - she doesn't like to discuss Cal with Robb). "-- and you're lying to me."

[eldeststark]

Robb blushes, and looks down at his feet quickly, though his hand tightens a little on Sugar's. "I'm - glad everyone's all right. It's not that I'm lying to - well, I mean-"

He stops, and sighs.

"I just don't want you to - worry about anything."

He pauses.

"You're happy, aren't you?"

[crimson_sugar]

"I'm fine," she replies, firmly, which isn't exactly the response he was looking for, she's aware.

The truth is - she loves Cal, very much so, but living in fear of Darkling, constantly worrying about Sophie because of that - it's taking its toll.

"--- Robb, what is it?"

[eldeststark]

He looks down at his hands. "I..." How is he supposed to tell her what's the matter? She was so desperate not to speak about it again, or so it seems, and he was so ashamed of having - but -

He tries to laugh, a little. "It's probably - nothing. Just a passing thought..."

[crimson_sugar]

"Tell me," she murmurs, and reaches to put a companionable arm around his shoulders. "You can tell me anything, Robb."

[eldeststark]

He blushes, suddenly, perhaps for the warmth of her arm around his shoulders, which reminds him of the warmth of the rest of her body, which reminds him...

"I'm thinking about you," he bursts out, and then goes the color of a tomato, more or less.

[crimson_sugar]

Sugar blushes brightly - very brightly. "-- I think of you too, Robb," in a totally sisterly fashion, she wants to say, but doesn't, because it's not.... really... true.

[eldeststark]

He ducks his head. "I mean - I'm very sorry. I shouldn't have said anything-"

[crimson_sugar]

She closes her eyes -- "Not saying anything wouldn't help you -- us," she murmurs.

[eldeststark]

He turns his face away a little. "I don't want to - disturb you, Lady - --Sugar."

[crimson_sugar]

She nuzzles his hair a little. "You couldn't if you tried, Robb."

[eldeststark]

She nuzzled his hair. Does that mean he can... "But what if I did? Somehow?"

[crimson_sugar]

She closes her eyes. "-- Robb -- you and I -- you didn't, at all, with your girl, since ---"

Because it's been a year, and she can guess the pent up frustration.

And she used to be a whore. She could be his whore for the night.

With him, she wouldn't mind.

[eldeststark]

He blushes. Hot, bright, red. "No - Sugar, I don't want you to think that - well -"

Awkward stammering, yay!