He's had his fun. He gets the clothes for her.

"Fine," Bran conceded, enjoying the look of relief on her face. Even though he had enjoyed being mischievous, he did like making her happy (even though he was the one who had stolen her clothes in the first place).

She let out a sigh of relief. "Thank you sooooo much Bran. I won't forget this. Could you get the one with the flowers in the top drawer of my dresser?" Bran nodded again and ran off. He easily navigated Winterfell and, adrenaline coursing through his veins, climbed the walls to get to Sansa's room. Peeking his head in through her window, he saw something that shocked him.

On Sansa's bed was Jeyne Poole, naked as the day she was born. Her dark hair rested on the Sansa's pillow and her eyes were closed tight. One hand was rubbing her pussy furiously, while the other held a pair of smallclothes to her face. Bran admired her breasts, which rose and fell as she fingered herself. She wasn't as pretty as Sansa, but her slender frame made her sexy in her own right. She was muttering something, and the young Stark strained to hear it.

"Sansa... Sansa faster... Sansa I'm... mmmmmmm Sansa..." she whispered, her breath quickening. She groaned as she came, thrusting her hips into her fingers. Bran stayed silent, not wanting to alarm her. After she calmed down, she stood up and turned her back to Bran, giving him a good shot of her ass. It was a bit flat, but when she bent over Bran had the urge to just run over and bury his face in it. She pulled her smallclothes and dress back on, the grabbed the smallclothes she had been holding to her face and placed them delicately in Sansa's drawer. Were those Sansa's? Bran asked himself. Is Jeyne in love with Sansa? Quietly, the little lady exited Sansa's room, her naughty act known only to Bran.

After waiting a few moments, Bran slipped in and got his sister's dress. He thought about "forgetting" her smallclothes, but decided against it. Hurrying back to the godswood, he found his sister in the water, washing off the dirt from the bushes. She had her back to him, and Bran took a moment to admire her beautiful backside. It's definitely prettier than Jeyne's, Bran thought to himself.

"Uhhh..." Bran stammered, not sure what to say. Sansa spun around and covered herself, blushing again.

"Oh sorry, I was just cleaning up a bit. Can you just leave my dress on the grass over there?"

"Sure," Bran said, gently placing her clothes on the ground. "I'll see you at dinner."

"Thanks again Bran. I owe you one," she said, her eyes locking with Bran's. Bran was so in love with her, and temporarily lost himself in her gaze. However, he snapped out of it, nodded, and left Sansa to her business. On the way out he grabbed the clothes he'd hid and, sneakily, planted them in Arya's room. Feeling proud of himself, he went about the rest of his daily duties.