A Night In

Robb's Birthday

Robb

He yawned as they lay in the lounge watching TV.

Missandei was paying apt attention to the screen whilst trying her best not to bite her lip lapping up the drivel in front of them.

'I burn for you' the Duke told Daphne.

Robb rolled his eyes in cringe but Missandei looked titillated as her head leaned into his shoulder.

His fiancé of a month who had moved in with him three months ago had a love for this kind of stuff but it wasn't his thing.

'I can't believe you're making me miss Liverpool vs. Real Madrid for this crap' he grumbled.

Missy paused with a haughty gaze that he knew to be her hiding her smile.

'Hey I like it and you promised you would watch it with me' she prompted whilst reminding him of their agreement to watch things that the other liked.

'Yeah but when I made that promise I didn't realize how stupid and boring it would be. I mean seriously, hot broody guy doesn't want to marry anyone cause of his Daddy issues until he meets the pretty girl with a personality. You're basically making me watch a show about Jon and Dany, there are easier ways to kill me with boredom' he complained.

Missandei giggled before catching herself.

'Can't I just go watch the game in our room?' he begged.

His love shook her head.

'No I watched the cricket world cup for you. Do you know what's interesting about cricket Robert Hoster Stark?' she asked, he was about to answer but she beat him to it. 'Nothing, there's nothing interesting about it. It's a war crime of a sport'

He had no argument and they continued watching the show as the Duke and Duchess finally had sex. The show going to great lengths to show the Duke's magnificent bum.

Robb was ready to complain again but he looked into Missandei's eyes and saw the look of desire.

He raised a brow at her expression and she gave him a sweet smirk.

'Rege-Jean Page' she said with a "mmm" as if she were eating chocolate. 'The things I would let him do to me, the Seven would not approve.'

Robb shook his head in amusement finding himself chuckling.

'Looks like you need a minute to yourself. Should I go?' he asked hoping she would say yes so that he could go watch the game in peace.

Missandei shook her head with a hidden smile as she tugged his hand suggestively.

'No in fact I would like you to stay my Lord and come ravage this flower' she said whilst not needing the accent from the silly little TV show because her southern posh accent actually matched the people in the series.

The look in her eyes was tempting and ninety nine times out of a hundred he would gladly bed his fiancé.

But Liverpool were playing Madrid and he needed to watch the game and then it clicked on what he should do.

'I can't believe you' he said in fake dismay.

Missandei arched her brows in confusion.

'What?' she questioned.

'You don't want to have sex with me, you want have sex with Jean Grey' he said in fake affront.

''Rege-Jean Page' she corrected.

'Aye whatever' he said in frustration as he turned around trying to school his face as if he was hurt. It was ten past nine so he had only missed ten minutes of the game so far.