A Bleak Future - TOS AU

[kingofthenorth]

It had been years spent in the Nysgod world. Robb still questioned what his own Gods' reasoning was for him, but his faith was becoming thinner and thinner by the day. He had become hardened here, retreating back to his training as a king and burying his emotions under layers and layers of stoicism and suppression.

There had been many changes in scenery, being pulled around like pawns of the Nsygods until there was a war no one could prevent or end. Robb had hoped bloodshed would be put behind him since leaving Westeros, leaving him bitter and angry about war, which was only made worse when he lost Talisa.... again.

Whatever had happened at the Frey wedding made her unable to ever bear children, he imagined the scars were too deep within her womb, which only became worse as time went by and little Eddard was never be held in each others arms. Robb had accepted that and made peace on his own terms for it, though it ate away at Talisa. She too became more hardened, disciplined, and dedicated to her healing abilities thanks to advancing technology and the lessons taught from others. That's why it didn't surprise him that she died doing what she knew and loved best: caring for others. That was also the day Robb Stark stopped smiling completely.

There was intermittent peace every now and then, but it didn't last long until another skirmish popped up, inflicting more conflict. Days ticked by into years to where most of the candidates were now spread apart with little communication beyond underground transmissions late at night through a radio.

There were a few allies still left, ones Robb would do anything to protect, and that included Margaery, who now stayed by his side and equally capable of defending herself when the time came. They all had to know this if they were going to continue to survive.

Sitting outside in the small makeshift home they had built together Robb was finishing sharpening his sword when he looked over to Margaery, as if having a thought suddenly strike him, "Today is my name day." Funny, how after all this time he'd still remember this. Surprisingly, the calendar was similar to that they knew back home. "It's my 30th name day..." At least he could be pleased to know there was a pause in battles at the time being.

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[thekittenqueen]

She acquiesces to his tug, her lips returning to meet his own. The same intensity, the same passion as when he broke away. Her arms wrapping around him as she let herself go, no longer afraid to show him this side of her. It had been so long, but she had missed it.

[kingofthenorth]

He hadn't realized it, but he missed it too. He almost felt like a inexperienced child when she wraps her arms around him, the kiss returning to its heated fervor quickly, but he fell back into pattern with ease.

[thekittenqueen]

She murmured his name, their lips still close and hungry for the other. She takes a shaking breath, gripping his shoulders tightly as her mind seemed to blur from his attentions. It felt so natural, so right to be this way with him again, despite what her reason had told her. Her heart overrode that decision.

[kingofthenorth]

She wasn't alone in those sentiments, though he thought he assured her that moments before. When Talisa died again, he officially shut everything out of his life, except what was needed to be done to survive. He worked hard, made sure they were safe, and set up a life for themselves in this dusty place.

He hadn't regretted it, though he was starting to see his wall thawing out and a change of thoughts towards Margaery more and more recently. Robb was capable of loving and caring again, and if spending the last 3 years with her wasn't saying anything, then he didn't know what else could be said.

Coaxing her to sit in his lap, was certainly enough to make Robb realize he had missed this.

[thekittenqueen]

He didn't need to say anything more. His loyalty and steadfastness in staying by her side had said a great deal. If it hadn't been for him with her, she wouldn't have survived on her own. Having him with her had kept her sane and opened her heart again.

It was their time together that gave her reason to hope. Otherwise, she might not have dared to risk this again.

She followed his urging, giving a small whimper as she felt him beneath her.

[kingofthenorth]

His hands ghosted down her sides to her hips, stopping there as he held her closely. Breaking away from the kiss, he stops, making sure to meet her gaze as another crack of thunder made the walls shake around them.

For a moment, he realizes there will some damage around them outside after the storm, but at least the collection buckets should be filled abundantly. But that was currently the least of his concerns.

[thekittenqueen]

She almost didn't hear the thunder or feel the shaking of the walls. Her attention entirely focused on his body and the feeling of his hands at her side. She met his eyes, giving him a real smile as she leaned closer, slowly tracing the length of his neck with her lips. Her teeth coming out and grazing over his skin.

"Robb," she whispered his name again, her fingers tangling in his hair.

[kingofthenorth]

It's too late before he realizes it, but he's humming in pleasure as she kissed his neck and threaded fingers through his hair. It had been so long since he had been this intimate, he nearly didn't know what to do.

He pulls her hips more flush against him, hints of arousal was already starting to show under the fabric of his trousers as his fingers danced patterns along her back, upwards to tangle in her own hair, bringing her back for hungry kiss.

[thekittenqueen]

She moans against his mouth, finding herself instinctively rocking against him, pressing her hips more firmly against his own. It feels so good and so warm. The position familiar to her from when the ship froze, their desire so much more hungry and frenzied than before. It was so close to their first time, but much more urgent and eager, passion driving their actions.

Her breath husky, indicating how much she wanted and needed this. Even if there was fear deep in her heart.

[kingofthenorth]

His hands abandon her only to catch hers to bring to the buttons of his shirt, encouraging her to at least release him from the thick cotton garment.

The rocking of her pelvis against him only served to drive him wild, face flushing not only from the heat of the fire, but that of their bodies' desperation and need. In truth, Robb hadn't felt this alive in a while, and he couldn't think of anything else as he shrugged free from his shirt.

[thekittenqueen]

She took the hint, pulling the buttons free with trembling fingers. Her head spinning and cloudy, focusing only on the feel of his lips and the catches of his breath. The fire was almost becoming oppressive, but the heat was welcomed. The light burning as beautifully as the desire that seemed to heat their blood.

Her mouth broke away, showering his shoulders and torso with attention, nipping at each scar she encountered. Her tongue darting out to trace over him.

[kingofthenorth]

There were some new scars added since his time spent here. He supposed it was difficult to prevent that from happening, but he had no choice in the matter. Luckily none were ever as deep as ones he left with in Westeros. Parting gifts to bring him into the new world and to ache and burn whenever his mind was unsettled or after a particularly bad dream.

Thankfully all that had become rare, and he sighed heavily from her attention to him, and he couldn't help resting a hand on her shoulder, massaging in encouragement as she explored his exposed skin. His mind was else where, wanting her to become equally undressed with him.

[thekittenqueen]

She untied the back of her dress, pulling the straps from her shoulders and letting it gather around her waist. There was a breathless moment as she looked down at herself, wondering what she was doing and what was possessing her. But a single look at Robb was enough to cause her desire to seize forward to full force.

"I'm not the same as I was." She whispered. There were scars of her own. Her body a bit smaller than it was before, not as healthy and beautiful as she once was.

[kingofthenorth]

Food was indeed more scarce than it ever had been before, between whatever they could grow and hunt, they were self-sustaining for the most part. Of course there were times were they barely had anything available to them, but they managed to make it work.

"No one is the same as they were." Robb commented before tracing his own fingers along her skin, across her scars, until he coaxes her up on her knees, allowing him to pepper kisses along her chest. He moves down to her breasts, lightly kneading, and teasing a nipple before replacing his hand with his mouth.

[thekittenqueen]

She wrapped her arms around him, clutching his back as he traced over her skin and body. Her eyes shutting as she concentrated on his kisses and touches.

"Somehow things have changed for the better." She whispered, gasping with each word. Her nails dragging slowly over his back, not breaking the skin, but stimulating him gently.

[kingofthenorth]

She certainly was egging him on, as he groaned softly as her nails drug over his skin. "As long as you're by my side."

He continued to lavish attention to her, as his hands caressed and ghosted down her sides before pulling her hips back to his. He's seeking out the much needed friction, as rolls into her hips, arousal certainly more pronounced in his confining trousers.

[thekittenqueen]

She gasped as his hips rocked up into hers, the hardened arousal against her was slowly driving her wild. Her hands slipped between them, moving beneath his waist band as she found his straining member. She felt like she was losing her mind, so overcome with racing desire and need. Her hand stroking him eagerly, encouraging his lust.

"I'll be with you always." Margaery whispered. "I won't leave you, I promise."

[kingofthenorth]

He raises his hips slightly, taking a moment to pull at the fabric of the trousers down his hips, and groaned loudly without any shame with her hand upon him, stroking in such a pleasing manner.

Hands tugging at the last of her dress down her thighs, he could barely hold off the temptation of bringing them together. He wanted her impossibly closer, to both be bare before each other, to make love just as they had only that one time before.

[thekittenqueen]

She helped him pull off the rest of her dress, grabbing at his trousers, urging them further down his body. Her eyes darkened, filled with lust and fire. The playing and kisses had only further stoked her need for him, practically begging for him to take her again, much like that first time.

Her lips sought his, kissing him passionately. "Robb," she whispered his name, pressing her hips down against his.

[kingofthenorth]

He's on his back, bare before her, skin already flushed from the heat of the fire and the lust and desire that ran through his veins. Fingers trace down her curves along her skin, down to her hips, having her raise up slightly only to bring themselves in union.

There's a deep, pleased moan at the sensation, having almost forgotten what it felt like as he rocked his hips up into hers, adjusting.

[thekittenqueen]

It's different than before. There is no hesitancy, no nervousness, only the thrill of having him again as she once did. He fills her completely, both literally and figuratively. Her body responding his in fervency and eagerness. Her hands gripping his arms tightly.

Margaery leaned down, capturing his lips again, succumbing to the complete passion that was in her heart.

[kingofthenorth]

He gladly returns the kiss, heated and filled with need.

Robb almost forgets the storm and everything around them, the winds howling along the walls of the house, the dripping of the leak in the kitchen, the dog next to them. His entire focus is on Margaery, keeping track of her reactions, how she moves with him, the equal desire fueling her need.

And he's lost in her.

[thekittenqueen]

They had only one night to be lovers before. There hadn't been time to enjoy the rapture or the affection that they shared. There had barely been any time for them to learn anything about each other's bodies. Now, they were allowed that opportunity. Now they could bask in everything that they adored about the other.

She traced his scars with her tongue, biting on the skin and memorizing his flesh. She ran her hands along his torso and towards his hips. He was so muscular and lean, the life they shared full of nothing but hard living.

But she found him beautiful and perfect, admiring his ability to survive and his need to share all of this with her. Wanting her. It warmed her better than the dying fire and electrified her more than the storm outside.

[kingofthenorth]

Margaery had yet to stop impressing Robb. She had weathered through three marriages, one certainly had to be considered a survival based off of what little he knew of Joffery, come here and despite the confusing new world, she managed to persevere through the worst of it. He watched her and learned from that, and soon too felt just as strong as she is.

Pleased sighs caused him to buck into her hips from her delicate touches and exploration. His own fingers traced the few scars along her body, but they seemed far more delicate that his own. And it didn't matter, she was still beautiful inside and outside.

[thekittenqueen]

She arches against him, moving more steadily as their bodies merged and melded. The rain fell fiercely against the house, pelting the shutters as the wind moaned balefully outside. Margaery's breath caught in her throat, amazement still sending her mind reeling as it was matched by pleasure.

She hadn't expected this to happen. There seemed to be little chance of them ending like this again. While there had been hope, she hadn't believed he would ever feel the same for her.

The surprise was more powerful than the storm and more blissful than the rising pressure building in her body.