a wolf and a stag // r.stark 1.

2.14 Love

<a bit smut>

Robb bit her lip making her pull away and gaze at him. She knew he wanted more. And she was glad to do it.

Arabella wasted no time as she started to untie his jacket that he had on. He grabbed her arm stopping her and smirked. "Do you really want this? I won't push you." he whispered and she licked her lips.

"But I do want it." she smiled and took his jacket off, leaving him bare on top. It was his turn. He slowly took her nightgown off revealing her beautiful body. She felt her heartbeat fasten.

"You're beautiful." he took her cheeks in his hands. She smiled and suddenly he grabbed her thighs and pulled her up on him. Arabella chuckled.

Robb lied her down on the bed and kissed her neck. Arabella closed her eyes and let him explore her body.

They intertwined their fingers feeling safe with each other. Arabella stared at his blue eyes and kissed him again. There were no pain, just love.

After what seemed like a lifetime, Arabella opened her eyes and saw Robb holding her. He had his chin on her head keeping her safe in his  sleep. He was looking at her. She smiled and kissed his cheek. "Thank you for an amazing night." he said calmly with a pleased smile.

"What now?" she asked him turning her body to him and lying on his chest.

Robb didn't hesitate a second. "Marry me." he said and saw how her eyes filled with tears. Arabella sat up, leaving his grip and stared ahead of her.

"I can't. We can't." she shook her head. He sat up as well kissing her neck, calming her. "You need to marry a Frey girl--"

"I don't care, Bella. I love you." he told her kissing the bridge of her ear. She turned to him and their foreheads touched. The two sat there for a minute, not needing words for their love. "Marry me, Arabella of House Baratheon. I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I want to grow old with you. Marry me, and I will be more than happy to call myself your husband." he smiled.

She laughed gleefully with her eyes bright and looked back at him. "I want this too..."

Then Catelyn walked in. Arabella covered herself. The lady Stark stopped as she saw her son lying in bed with Arabella. She stood there with an unreadable expression. "Robb, come into my tent." she said and left.

Arabella quickly shot from bed and started dressing up. "This was bad, Robb. Your mother saw us." she breathed out, panicking.

"I don't care about that. We will talk later. Think about my proposal." he got out from bed and kissed her forehead. She nodded and left his tent. Her thighs hurt but it was supposed to be that way. Her mother taught her.

She saw Alec in her tent. "There you are. Where have you been?" he asked sighing out in relief.

Arabella smiled her cheeks burning. "I have a lot to tell."

<...>

Robb sighed and walked into Catelyn's tent. "Why?" she asked instantly. "Why her?"

"I love her." he simply answered not really caring about what his mother thought. Catelyn closed her eyes, irritated by that. Part of her knew it was her fault.

"Does she love you back?" she asked knowing the answer. It was obvious even seeing them look at each other.

"I think Arabella wouldn't do that if she didn't feel the same." Robb answered with a small glare. He leaned on a table and crossed his arms over his chest.

"You want to marry her?" she asked another question that was the most important for her.

"Yes. And I want you to support us. This would mean a lot to me. To her as well." he told her with a serious look.

"If you marry her, you will betray your oath to marry a daughter of house Frey... I warned you, Robb." she raised her voice.

Robb was in such a good mood, he didn't listen to her. "So you don't agree to our marriage?" he asked looking down.

"No." Catelyn shook her head. "As much as I'd want you to follow your heart, you are risking everything you've built. Listen to me, son. When the Lannisters find out that you two are married, Cersei will kill Sansa instantly." Catelyn said angry. "Have you forgotten about your sisters?"

"I did not!" Robb yelled torn apart. Still nothing was going to change his mind. Just Arabella. He knew he would leave her alone, if she would decline his offer to marry.

Robb glanced at his mother before leaving the tent. He started heading towards Arabella's tent.

Robb stopped there for a minute, calming himself. He was nervous. She made him feel like that. He wanted to marry her, to promise her love in front of gods. And he was scared she would decline that.

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