“How much stuff do you have?” Robb complained. He placed the fourth box he carried today on her bed. Jon and her both decided that just because she was moving in, doesn’t mean they have to sleep together first thing. His penthouse apartment had three bedrooms, and he gave one of them to her. Jon laughed at Robb as he was carrying two at a time.
“She has a lot of stuff.” Arya said as she opened the box Robb was complaining about. “And you happened to grab the box labeled books.” She said sarcastically, turning the box around to show Sansa’s neatly written Books on the side.
“Smart ass.” He muttered as Sansa walked over, and grabbed a box off of Jon’s pile.
“You don’t have to do this.” She said quietly to him.
“Sansa’s you're moving into my apartment, it would feel weird if I didn’t help.”
“That and I might just kill him. Since, I’m the only one other than him who is doing the heavy lifting.” Arya threw a book at him, and Sansa turned with a furious glare at her sister.
“Arya! Throw something that isn’t a collectors edition please!” When Sansa turned her back, Arya started to make fun of her, mockingly doing a face.
“Still, I know you're busy man. Taking off time-”
“Is what a Fiance does for his future bride.” Jon said, placing the box on her bed. Robb turned towards the two, as he wrapped stepped in between.
“Yeah, about that. Just because you're going to marry her, doesn’t mean you get to do anything to her just yet.” Jon’s eyebrows knitted together in confusion.
“What are you talking about?”
“I know the rumors Jon Targaryen. How girls flock to you, because you do that thing with your-” Sansa hit her brother on the arm. As he was wiggling his finger in front of Jon’s mouth.
“Don’t you fucking dare Robb Stark.” He turned to her completely with a shocked expression.
“Don’t I fucking dare what San? Tell his dirty little deeds before he marries my baby Sister?”
“Please, his own sister told me the rumors the day she heard we were getting engaged. Thought it would cheer me up a little a guess.” Sansa said, turning and walking away from the two. Rickon was standing on her bed holding one of her pillows.
“What thing does he do?” Everyone in the room stopped what they were doing and looked at the youngest stark sibling. “I want to get a pretty girl as well!” He whined looking at Jon. Whose features for the first time, Robb has ever known him to grow a tad bit pink.
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To Love A Gun
FanfictionSansa and Jon don’t know each other, like her other siblings know him.  And Jon still thinks that Sansa is just like how they were when they were kids.  Stuck up, and dreaming of her blonde haired prince. &a...
