Morning greeted her with the sight of a direwolf wide awake lying near the door and a sleeping Robb still uncomfortable sat on a chair.
She got out of bed to watch him sleep. Long and thick eyelashes fanning over his high cheeks, unruly hair, body tense even in sleep and his hand gripping his sword for dear life.
"Robb," she whispered softly, not to startle him. She leaned over his shoulder, closer to his ear and called his name again.
He felt warm and she smelt the faint odor of sweat clinging to his skin. It wasn't entirely unpleasant - it didn't bother her as much as it could've done and in fact it was nice.
Before she could think about it, she placed her soft hand over the one who held the sword and dragged the tip of her nose over the beard covering his cheek.
He woke up and tried to pull his sword out for a second, until he recognized her. Robb stayed still as she nuzzled his cheek. Her smell and softness were probably something he wasn't used to. He had probably bedded maidens up in the north but no ladies and much less ones that were much more experienced - much less ones that had been taught about amatory arts with Dothrakis.
She sat astride his lap and let go of his hands but he didn't move. So she took the initiative and kissed him softly. This was about testing his limits and the power she could have on him. By no means had she wanted to be attracted to him.
At first he didn't respond but soon his lips were massaging hers and she sighed against her will when his hands fell upon her hips, caressing softly but firmly over the sheer barrier of her gown. There was something different about his kisses and touch - he was gentler and with more patience, something neither Drogo nor her had had.
His fingers dug into the flesh of her waist and he deepened the kiss. Her own arms wound around his neck and she buried her fingers into the mass of reddish curls of his hair. His hands crept down and tried to look for the hem of her gown but before he could glide his roughened palms up the sides of her thighs, he pulled back.
His hands abandoned the place on her knees and he turned his face away.
"Stop," he muttered somewhat angered. "We need to leave soon." He eased her on her feet as he stood up, gently but he was rejecting her and it infuriated her. "I'll send your handmaids in," he said before making its way out of the room with his wolf in tow.
Dany clenched her jaw and wondered for the first time if maybe Eddard Stark had known exactly what he was doing when he had offered her to marry Robb and she had been fooled by the man because his son was certainly not what she had expected.
She didn't know who was going to drive the other mad.
