Author's Note: Match-making Robb and Arya. Written for the lovely winteroses-are-beautiful, who requested some Jon x Sansa fluff because she had a crappy day! Hope you like it, sweetling!

"What are you up to?" Arya asked suspiciously.

Robb straightened from where he had been peering through the crack in the door hinge. "Nothing."

His little sister narrowed her eyes before she shoved him out the way and put her eye to the gap. She sighed, shook her head and turned back to her oldest brother, accusation written large on her face. "You're throwing them together. Why?"

Robb eyed Arya, deciding whether to tell her or not. Jon was her favourite person in the world and he knew she wished that he was her real brother. It had bugged Robb when he was younger, that she would prefer their second cousin so much more than him – her actual brother. But then Jon looked like Arya and was often as out of place as Arya herself. He knew that she hadn't picked up on Jon's feelings towards Sansa, hadn't realised he was more than usually tongue-tied in front of her older sister. Robb wasn't sure how Arya would take this knowledge, she didn't have the best relationship with Sansa. Oh, they loved each other but were chalk and cheese and Jon was Arya's special person, the one she went to with her secrets, much as Sansa had done with him until recently. Until Joffrey, he thought with a scowl.

"He likes her," he blurted out, thinking that getting Arya used to the idea would be better than it being dropped on her like a bombshell if Jon ever got the nerve up to ask Sansa out.

Arya scoffed. "Yeah, right. Jon wouldn't like an airhead like Sansa."

He tutted. "You have to stop that, you know. She's not an airhead."

"She doesn't exactly say nice things about me."

Robb sighed. Arya had a point. The comments that had come out of Sansa and Jeyne Poole's mouth had never been particularly kind but the Sansa that had come from university in the Vale wasn't the same girl of two years ago, although he thought the changes had started earlier when she had been dating Joffrey. "Maybe she didn't but if you hadn't noticed, she's grown up a bit lately.

That put a pensive expression on Arya's face and she turned once more to peer into the drawing room. She stood watching for a much longer time before she turned back around and eyed Robb. "Maybe he does and maybe she has, but that doesn't explain why you're throwing them together. You hate the idea of Sansa dating anyone."

His little sister knew him too well. If he had his way then none of his sisters would ever grow up. Sansa would be happy playing with dolls, acting out songs, and Arya would never want to do anything but run about Winterfell, getting under everyone's feet and begging Father to be allowed to join the Winter Town fencing team, too, gender rules be damned. But he had had to come to terms with the reality when Sansa had brought home Joffrey Baratheon and he had had to restrain himself from launching himself across the table and punching him in the face.

Ironically, that had also been the moment he had realised Jon had feelings for Sansa. Jon had sat through the entire dinner with his fingers grasping his fork so tightly that his knuckles had shone white. Robb hadn't been exactly thrilled with the discovery, but that was three years ago now, and in that time Sansa had broken up with Joffrey, had a drunken stalker, had to deal with the inappropriate attentions of their mum's childhood friend, and had just broken up with her university boyfriend, Harry.

So he shrugged. "Jon's the best of a bad bunch. At least he'll treat her nicely."

Arya snorted but looked at him with more respect than she usually did before she turned once more to peep through the crack. She shook her head as if wishing a distasteful thought away before glancing at him out the corner of her eye.

"I'm impressed that you're actually prepared to push Sansa together with a male - let alone our cousin, but I'm not sure what Jon gets out of this situation," she said, giving him a dismissive look and walking into room.

Robb thought it was strange that Arya had never noticed how lonely Jon was. He needed someone who would love him unconditionally and forever. Someone like Sansa.

Jon looked up as Arya came in and felt his cheeks redden as she gave him an assessing look. He knew the colour deepened as Robb followed her in and he shifted his position on the sofa so he wasn't sitting quite so close to Sansa. Somehow he'd ended up with his thigh pressed against hers and now he was left with the pleasant tingle of lingering warmth all whilst Robb sat across from them making conversation. Guilt sat heavily at the bottom of his stomach. Robb would darken both his eyes if he knew what regularly went through Jon's thoughts when his eyes rested on Sansa.

"You promised to help me with my defence. I waited for ages," Arya voice cut across his thoughts, a hint of annoyance in her voice.

He rubbed the back of his neck and threw her an apologetic glance, but before he could speak Sansa got in there first.

"Sorry, Arya, it was my fault. I kept Jon tied up here."

"I bet you did," Arya muttered, making Robb smother a laugh and Sansa twist her hands in her lap, although she shyly smiled up at him making his gut twist in response.

Jon shifted on the sofa as Arya stared knowingly at him. "Maybe I could help you now," he offered, keen to avoid uncomfortably atmosphere that had sprung up.

"Good idea. You don't mind if I borrow Jon, do you, Sansa?" she asked in a sweetly mocking tone.

She didn't bother waiting for a reply before she grabbed his hand and dragged him out with her.

Arya barely waited until they had left the drawing room before opening her mouth. "He knows," she said cryptically.

"What?" he asked.

"Robb. He knows."

Jon hoped he was imagining what Arya was getting at. He was sure if Robb even had an idea that his feelings towards Sansa were anything other than familial, he wouldn't sit there smiling but have the ancient Stark family sword out of the armory and up against his neck.

"I'm sure I don't know what you mean," he said, praying that he wasn't that transparent.

"You know what I mean. Your little crush on Sansa. That's why he's throwing you together so much."

He stopped and gaped at her.

"What?" she asked.

"Robb wouldn't throw me together with Sansa. He'd throw me to Grey Wind."

"Stupid," Arya said, punching his arm. "Robb's decided that as he can't stop Sansa from dating, he'll try and direct who she dates. Typical Robb really."

Jon spluttered incomprehensively and Arya laughed in his face.

"You know he's never going to admit his feelings, right? He probably thinks he's breaking some kind of honour code," Robb said as he moved from the chair to the seat on the sofa Jon had just vacated.

Sansa looked up at him, a confused look on her face that would've fooled him if he hadn't seen the dimple briefly quiver at the corner of her mouth. She was good at masking her feelings these days, a development that worried his parents.

"Don't play dumb, Sansa, it doesn't suit you. Jon's not exactly going to win any awards for disguise."

The slightly baffled look was dropped and a sweet smile spread across his sister's face. "I know. I think it's one of the things I appreciate most about him."

There was something behind those words but Robb wasn't sure if he wanted to probe into them. There was a reason his sister no longer dreamt about knights and princesses and happy ever afters and he was sure he probably would not be able to handle it.

"So what are you going to do about it?" he asked.

A cheeky grin broke out on Sansa's face. "Are you really asking me about my intentions with boys?"

Robb grimaced and she laughed. "I never thought I'd see the day when you'd actually encourage me. I guess that's what all those mysterious trips out of the room were about when it's just been the three of us."

He should have known that he wouldn't be able to pull the wool over her eyes. Jon yes, but Sansa - not a chance.

"You seem more open to him and the gods know, he's been into you for long enough. I thought it was time I encourage you into a seeing a decent guy, not one of those deadbeat losers you've had around you."

Robb regretted the words as soon as they are out of his mouth and Sansa's face fell. Stupid, stupid, stupid, he thought.

She untucked her hair from behind her right ear and letting it drop so it blocked his view of her face. "Yes, well, Jon's a good guy all round. I think it's better if I leave him alone," she said as she began to rise from the sofa.

He put his hand on her shoulder, pushing her back down, which made her turn to face him. "Don't do that, Sansa. Don't make out that he's too good for you because it's not true. You deserve someone like him, someone who won't make you cry or put shadows in your eyes."

The surprise on her face was genuine, not like the feigned expression she had used on him earlier. "Believe it or not, I want to see you happy and I know that Jon is the type of man who could make you happy."

"Brave and gentle and strong," she muttered so quietly that he leant forward to catch it.

"What?"

Startling, she looked up at him. "Nothing," she said quickly. "Just something dad said to me once but I was too stupid to listen."

Robb had the urge to pry once more, to find out exactly what has been going on but something gnawed at him, which made him hesitate and swallow back the question. Do you really want to know? he asked himself. What are you going to be able to do with the information?

Instead he settled for concentrating on the present. "I meant it. He's a good guy and you could do a lot worse, but always remember that he'd be lucky to have you."

He was taken aback when she launched herself into his arms, her head burrowing under his chin. She hadn't hugged him like this since she was a little girl and they would play knights and maidens in the godswood and he swing her up and carry out in a dramatic rescue.

"So I have your blessing," she whispered into his neck, a hint of mischief in her voice.

"For what it's worth," he said wryly.

She kissed his cheek and beamed at him, a smile so reminiscent of the old Sansa that his heart lightened.

Arya stopped, her hand going out to grasp Nymeria by her collar as she spotted the pair entwined by the Heart Tree.

It had been a couple of days since Robb had admitted that he was trying to match-make Sansa and Jon and she'd taken that time to observe them herself. The conclusions she had drawn were that Robb was right – for once! They were stupidly in love with each other, but so sure that the other person wasn't into them that they just pined from afar.

So she had decided to help her brother out and between them they'd laid several stratagems to get Sansa and Jon to admit their feelings for each other including locking them in the glass gardens together.

It seemed that all that time spent together had nudged them in the right direction if the determined kissing she was accidently spying on was any indication.

"Come on," she whispered to Nymeria. "Let's go and tell Robb the good news and if they haven't pried their lips off each other soon, then we'll Rickon out to throw mud at them."

Her wolf looked up at her and Arya was sure there was a grin on her face, too.