Prompt: Jealousy

Rating: T

Universe: Modern

Author's note: My first entry for aryaxgendry week! I'm going to try to stay around 1000 words for each prompt, but I'm really bad with limits, so the lengths will vary a little. Enjoy!

Jealousy

He looked at the blond git with suspicion in his blue eyes. The idiot was talking with Arya, which he didn't have a problem with. He wasn't the possessive type who didn't let his girlfriends speak with other guys.

No. What Gendry had a problem with was that Aegon Targaryen stood way to close, eyeing his girlfriend with a hungry look. Arya didn't seem phased by Aegon as he leaned in and spoke softly, like he was trying to seduce her, which Gendry was relieved for. He had seen Arya shake what the gods gave her to Beyoncé's Partition during several of the parties they had attended together and not once had he been worried that Arya couldn't handle her own. Gendry didn't feel threatened by drunk fools at college parties.

It was these kind of parties that made him uncomfortable and wary of every guy walking past. The kind of cocktail parties Arya's family were responsible for. The ones where you had to dress up, drink fancy champagne and mingle. Usually Gendry just sat in a corner with a glass of whiskey that he never finished and watched as Arya was whisked away by her mom to greet one rich family after the other.

And regardless of the fact that Arya's family had accepted him long ago and that her mom always babied him almost as much as she did with Bran and Rickon, all Gendry could see think of in these situations were what Arya would have if she dumped him and moved on to one of these rich dickheads. He didn't want riches, but he was jealous of everything that these men could give her, all their prospects…

It looked as if Arya had managed to shake Aegon off her and came to sit down on the stool beside his. She looked incredibly hot, even if she would never admit it. She wore a black, tight dress with spaghetti straps and the earrings with the silver wolves he had gifted her last Christmas. Her hair fell in stylish waves around her shoulders, Sansa's work no doubt.

She took the whiskey from his hands and downed it in one swig. "Is it just me or is it very hot in here?" she asked felt her forehead for emphasize. But Gendry merely shrugged. He didn't want to show her that he was in a bad mood, but he was a terrible actor. "What's your problem?"

"Nothing" Gendry immediately answered. They had already argued about his jealousy of rich boys multiple times and he didn't need another. "I'm just tired…"

"Oh…" Arya leaned in and placed her chin on his shoulder, gazing up through her eyelashes. "Well, we could always escape somewhere… If you want?" He knew that tone. And no matter how tempting it would be to speak of to a closet or unoccupied bathroom somewhere and rip that dress clean off her body, he couldn't. Not right now.

He gave her a quick kiss on the forehead to throw her off and stood up. "I need the toilet."

XXX

Gendry was acting weird.

That much Arya understood. What she didn't understand was why. She couldn't understand what he had to be grumpy about. He always kept to himself at her mother's cocktail parties but that was because he didn't go well with large crowds, especially posh ones.

It had never been a problem before. She would give him the space he needed and after the party they would either have sex or just make out depending on how tired they were, either at his place or in her room. Usually she could get him to leave his stool for one round or two around the room so he could at least say hi to Jon and Robb and muss up Rickon's hair like he always did otherwise, but not tonight. And he seemed to scowl more than usual too.

After the party and Arya had managed to persuade her parents to let her spend the night at Gendry's apartment, they left. His hand rested on her thigh like it always did when he was driving with her in the passenger seat. But it was a vice grip, almost desperate. When she tried to entwine their fingers, his grip remained vice, so hard his knuckles almost turned white.

Arya watched him undo the buttons of his dress shirt, slowly one at the time. She leaned against the door frame with her arms crossed. Why was he acting this way? He slowly let the shirt fall from his shoulders and Arya got a good look at his rippling back muscles. A pure artwork of rises and dips that entranced her every time. But she couldn't let it this time, she needed to find out what the problem was.

She pulled down the zipper of the dress and let it fall as Gendry changed from his slacks into a pair of worn pajama pants. He barely even noticed as she stood not so subtly in just her black underwear, the stupid bull merely lay down on the bed and checked his phone quickly before turning on his side. Arya sighed and changed into one of his t-shirts before climbing into bed next to him.

Her hand reached out to touch his shoulder and her fingers carefully trailed up and down his arm as she scooted closer and pressed her lips against his shoulder blade. Nothing indicated that Gendry had even noticed her.

"Gendry?" Arya whispered, leaning her chin against his shoulder again. "What's wrong?"

If Gendry had been able to shrug, Arya was sure he would have done it. "Nothing…"

Arya huffed and propped herself up on her elbow. "That's bullshit. You've been acting weird all night." Gendry sighed but refused to meet her eyes, which already counted as half a confession coming from him. "Just tell me" she whispered.

Finally, he turned to meet her eyes, putting his arm around her as he did. "It's stupid…"

"You're always stupid."

Gendry snorted. "It's just… When we're at those kind of parties your parents throw…" Arya nodded for him to continue. "And you're surrounded by all those rich people, like Aegon Targaryen. Well he- He wants you!" He spat that last part out.

Arya rolled her eyes. "Come on, Gendry!" She sat up and swung her leg across his lap to straddle him. "We've talked about this! You've got to stop being jealous of them!" She swatted him on the chest for good measure.

"I'm not jealous of them. I'm jealous of the fact that he could give you so much more than I can! I will never be rich like them, and I don't want to be. But they can give you everything. You deserve so much more than I can give you…"

Now Arya wasn't a mushy person, but whenever Gendry confided in her about how small he felt in comparison to her family's rich associates it felt like someone was wringing out her heart like a wash cloth. "Gendry" she whispered and leaned down to kiss him. His hands went to her hips like they always did as their lips molded together.

She broke the kiss and sat up to straddle him again. "Listen to me, Gendry. I don't want some rich guy. If I did, do you really think I would be in your bed right now? I want you, Gendry Waters. You have an amazing heart and an amazing ass and I wouldn't trade either for every gold dragon in the world. Alright?"

Gendry chuckled and let his hand ghost over her breast before trailing down her side. "Alright."

"Good. So, can we have our obligatory post cocktail party-sex now?"

Suddenly Gendry's eyes darkened and he cocked an eyebrow. He swiftly changed their positions so that he was on top, pressing his body flush against hers. "As M'lady commands."

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