"Will you shut up about it, thank god!" Gendry groaned, throwing rocks continuously against the tree. Arya was babbling about how sorry she was about earlier, but to be honest he didn't care, she was giving him a headache with all her frantic apologies. She was mumbling to herself right now.
"Arya do you ever actually shut the fuck up! You're giving me a headache you're that annoying!" Arya flinched and winced at his words, and without warning, started to cry. It was her time of the month, when the red flower blooms, and her emotions were a chaotic whirlpool of lust and irritation, she could help it that she was balling her eyes out. Gendry turned around shocked and came towards her, his expression worried.
"Arya, I'm sorry. I really am, stop crying. Please?" She tried to nods but the tears kept running down her face, starting to make a hazy film along her bristled black lashes. Gendry bit his lip shamefully and reached out to draw her in a hug, he wanted to tell her how he felt, but he couldn't, the words just wouldn't come out. So he did the only logical thing that came to his mind.
Kiss her.
And that's what he did. His lips grazed against hers, his hands roamed her body and their innocent hug turned to a passionate, lust filled embrace. While her small, slender hangs knitted around his neck, his hands roved along her skin, grazing along her soft curves and contours. He ran his tongue across his lip and practically begged her for entrance, she complied. He smiled, he wanted to show her how much she meant to him, despite being younger than him. She was a woman though, he knew ever since she found that familiar red stain on her breeches, until she turned her back and dunked it in the water, trying to eliminate anything that tied her to being a girl. Arya i