#robb stark one shot

Pairing: Robb Stark x Reader

Characters: Robb Stark

Warnings: N/A

Request: Wattpad- Imagine You and Robb having a sword fight that ends in sexual tension

Word Count: 424

Author: Charlotte

You let the point of your sword press against the man’s chin, forcing his head up to both reveal his neck and force him to look at you. Your feet were either side of his hips, his sword still in his hand laying up above his head as he lay on the pavement.

“Told you so,” you smirked.

“Not so quick.”

Before you could question it or say anymore, the sword from your hand was sent flying from a strike from his own, leaving you unarmed. He kicked his boot into your shin, forcing you to stumble backwards. As you looked around to see if you could get to your sword quick enough, you quickly realised you wouldn’t be able to get to it, and the man who you had knocked down now had you cornered.

Robb smirked at you this time. He took a step towards you, forcing you to press your back against the wall. He continued to close the gap until he could block you against the wall with his hands either side of your shoulders.

“I think you’ll find, I told you so.”

You had been friends with Robb for many years and got a long a lot even if outwardly you bickered like an old married couple. Friendship never seemed enough though, not that you were comfortable admitting that to his face. The two of you shamelessly flirted and pretended that it was just part of the friendship, neither of you prepared for rejected. Both of you teased each other to no end, but the newest target was fighting ability. He had been trained far more than you had to wield a sword, but he had been your main teacher, so your skills weren’t completely sparse. You believed that in a duel, you could win, he however didn’t agree and the only way you could come up with an answer was putting your dignity on the line and fighting him.

“You cheated,” you frowned. “You were down.”

“But still armed,” he said. “Just because you knock someone down doesn’t mean they aren’t a threat.”

You could feel a lump growing in your throat as his chest pressed against your own, the gap between you practically non-existent.

“How do you know I am not a threat?” You croaked, your nerves getting the better of you.

“I don’t, but I’ll take the risk.”

Before his last word escaped his lips, he had already started leaning in, taking the final leap to press his lips to yours in a heated, sweaty kiss.