Over the next couple of weeks after the kiss, you had struggled to act normally around Robb, and you noticed him acting peculiarly too. You had both become blithering idiots in the presence of the other and did everything in your power to tell anyone who questioned it to go away in far from kind words.

The feelings that you had felt for Robb all of your life had bubbled up within you and were destroying you at the thought of others knowing, especially him. Every time you saw him, you struggled to focus or do anything but think about that brief moment of intimacy and how you longed for more. You normally called him every terrible name under the sun, pushed him around where you could and cause him any discomfort there was but at the moment you struggled to form words without stuttering or allowing your cheeks to flush.

You had started to try to avoid him but seen as you spent all of your time with the same people, it was hard to find any excuse to be apart. You knew that Theon and Jon had noticed your weird behaviour, mainly because they mentioned it, but you had hoped Robb didn't know- you couldn't be so lucky.

As you tried your best to avoid speaking to Robb, you mindlessly bumped into him. The two of you froze, shocked by the other one being there.

"I'm... I'm sorry," you croaked, your cheeks instantly becoming hot and bothered. "I... I need to go."

You tried to shuffle past the man that caused you so much strife, but he grabbed hold of your arm and stopped you from scurrying away as you wished. You paused, scared of what could become of it but his soft expression settled those concerns instantly.

"You don't," he said softly. "We need to talk Y/N."

"What about?" You whispered.

"You know what about."

You took a deep breath. "But what about it?"

Robb smirked at you, letting his thumb rub against your skin. He looked you up and down, taking in everything about you.

"I liked it. I liked it far more than I should have," he shrugged. "I know you hated me, and you might still but I can't stop thinking about you and that kiss."

"I've never hated you Robb, I actually quite liked you," you admitted. "And that kiss only made me realise how much I like you."

His hand wandered up to cup your cheek as it had when you kissed the first time. He raised an eyebrow to question what he was about to do, and your small smile only confirmed it. With that he leaned in and kissed you; this time without the jeering or staring; this time without the mistletoe, this time on your own terms.

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Written by Charlotte.