Warning: adult content ahead...and fluff...
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Zipporah awoke with the dull sun dancing across her face. Her mind slowly recalled the previous night's activities. Her face heated at the thought of them joined. Slowly twisting, she moved to face her husband. He was fast asleep. Her eyes assessed him and took in every detail. His well built shoulders to his abs. Force help her.
Lust consumed her again, and Zi did not feel the need to thwart it. Climbing over to straddle him, her body registered that he was already hard. Han Solo had once joked to Poe about morning wood. In that moment, she didn't understand, but now she did. Easing him into her, she leaned forward and began to trail kisses across his strong chest. His eyes opened immediately and his large hands found her hips. Rocking into a rhythm, she moaned against his chest as he grunted in pleasure. Without warning, he flipped her over---switching their roles. His hips bucked against hers.
He brought his lips to hers and then moved to a part of her neck. She felt it then, the force telling her to tell him to mark her. Whatever that meant.
"My wolf, mark me." Her voice beckoned.
Pulling away from her neck, he looked at her with confusion, "what do you mean?"
"I'm not sure. The force tells me that you need to do this." He seemed to be thinking it over as he continued to move in and out of her.
Nodding to himself, he returned to his spot on her neck. She closed her eyes in pleasure. His pace was constant and his pressure just right. Then it changed. More animalistic. He began to pound into her, at first it was strange to be thrust into so hard, but her body easily accepted and began to enjoy his movements.

A load moan emerged from her lips as she came against him. His movements did not slow. As he pushed deep into her, he bit her neck and remained there as he spilled into her.
Zipporah felt a strange sensation flood her being. The desire to go back into space completely left her. All she wanted to do was be with him. She was his. Completely.
Her mind faintly registered Robb leave her neck and nuzzle against her before wrapping his arms around her.
"I'm sorry. I don't know what came over me. I didn't hurt you, did I?" His voice was somber, and his emotions were projecting guilt.

I quite liked that side of you.
I bruised you.
I asked you too. I am yours completely.
Because of the mark?
Any ties to my former life are gone. You are my life now.

His steel blue intensely bored into hers. Before they could start again, a loud knock sounded from the door, Robb checked that his lady wife was covered, glared at the door, and yelled, "Yes?"
Theon appeared in the doorway with a smirk strewn across his face. Zipporah didn't move from her spot. Annoyance flooded her being.
"Your Lord Father sent me to check on you. Apparently, you're supposed to join everyone for breakfast."
Robb sighed and nodded at his friend who replied with a wink. Robb twisted to look back at her.
"A quicky?" She pleaded with doe eyes.
"What is that?" He cocked his head.
"A fast fuck, I mean love making session." She blushed at her crassness.
Grinning at this new term and notion, he swiftly took her.
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Stretching out the soreness, Zipporah moved to appraise herself in the mirror. She held in a gasp. Robb had not been joking about the bruises. The left side of her neck was dark and dried blood could be seen, while her hips were adorned with his fingerprints.
Robb caught her looking at herself and immediately felt shame for what he did.

Don't you start. I would not change it for the world.
I hurt you.
No, you claimed me. You're a descendant of wolves, remember?

A chuckle sounded from him as he pulled on his pants. Zipporah glanced at her trunk that had been placed there the day before. Gingerly opening it, she searched for a dress that would cover her neck marks. Those were between Robb and herself.
Meanwhile, his eyes wandered over to look at her inked back. The strange dark markings contrasted beautifully with her pale skin. Her tattoos, as she called them, only added to her beauty. He couldn't deny her. No matter what. Whatever had been done to them was the god's doing. They were mated---for life.

His eyes watched her pull out a gown that had a black top and a red lower half that had dark greys and blacks swirling through the gown. The swirls lead to the black top that he could now see had a high neck. She easily put it on and beckoned him to tie her in. He wasn't good at this stuff, that's what the servant girl, Gwen was for...

But I want you to do it.

He cleared his throat as his hands quickly tied his wife into her gown. Once he finished he dressed himself in a grey tunic with a black vest. As he pulled on his shoes, he watched as Zi's hair braided itself as she pulled on various skirts to give her dress volume.

"For the record, I like wearing pants. This shit is ridiculous."

He snorted in reply.
Zipporah enjoyed his amusement.
Robb moved behind her. His hands rested on her flat stomach. A sense of longing nagged at her. They had plenty of time to have children.
"Ready?" He questioned as his hand played with her side braid.
"I guess."
The couple left their room, and as they walked through the halls, Robb felt the need to give his male servants warning looks.
Aren't you scary?
Mine.
Zipporah smiled at him as they came to the entrance of the Great Hall. Rickon's laughter reached her ears.

Before they could speak their greetings, Rickon ran to hug them both. Robb picked him and lifted him into the air. Rickon laughed loudly again causing Zi to let out a laugh. She moved passed the two brothers and took a seat beside Arya who was strangely quiet.
"How was it Lady Stark?" Theon asked in a mocking tone. His smug expression made her blood boil.
Shut the fuck up, Theon.

Theon's eyes widened and immediately dropped his attention to his food. Zipporah felt shame for her words but refused to apologize. How dare he insinuate anything about Robb. Hunger set in, and she began to eat breakfast. Robb and Rickon soon joined them. It took only moments for the newly married couple to realize that Lord and Lady Stark had not yet arrived.

They'll be here soon. They usually have a meeting with the maester on the last day of the week.

I wasn't worried, but we could have stayed up stairs longer...
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