Gendry

He couldn't help but glance over at her direction. It was Margery Tyrell's 21st birthday party and true to form it was themed.

Dear Gendry Baratheon,

You are invited to celebrate Margery's 21st. This years theme is Victoria's Secret for the ladies and Calvin Klein for the fellas.
When: 6pm Saturday 22 November
Where: Highgarden Palace

At first the prospect of being surrounded by half naked, drunk socialites thrilled him but that soon changed when he realised Arya Stark, his best friends little sister would also be attending. She had grown quiet close to Margery after her departure much to the surprise of everyone, since both girls were complete opposites.

Margery was your stereotypical socialite. Young and beautiful and eager to climb the social ladder. Arya on the other hand was one of the most down to earth girls he had ever met. She didn't care about brands and unlike most of the others actually worked for her money not relying on her allowance from her parents. She excelled in both athletics and academia and everyone knew she would end up building an empire of her own one day. So it didn't surprise anyone when she had been offered a place at The House of Black and White, an exclusive school in Braavos, where even money couldn't buy you a place only sheer talent.

He remembered the first time he met Arya. She was 10 and he was 14. She was so small and boyish looking but her grey eyes always seemed to jump out at you and hook you in. She would tag along with him and Jon when they played rugby and neither of them seemed to mind. Jon and Arya always had a close relationship and since Jon was his best friend it was natural that he and Arya had taken a liking to each other as well.

But the Arya he knew back then was not the one dancing across from him. She was 17 now and was wearing a white lacey bra with matching panties. She had a white see through cardigan with a hood pulled over and white gloves that made her look like some sort of snow angel. The white knee length boots she wore hugged her lean legs tightly, accentuating her incredible figure. The white glowed under the fluorescent lights and contrasted her sun kissed skin beautifully. Her hair was long and fell just above her bottom. Her once flat chest was now filled out and was at least a c-cup thought Gendry. Her body was slim and toned and he imagined what it would feel like to run his fingers over her skin and discover all the delicate parts of her body that were covered by the flimsy material.

"Fucking hell" he moaned as he felt his cock stiffen at the thought of touching and tasting Arya.

"Little Arya Stark ain't so little anymore it seems" Theon smirked.

Gendry and Theon didn't like each other but still put up with one another since they were all friends of the Starks.

"Who would have ever thought she could've ended up looking like that" he continued.

Gendry felt his hands ball into fists at Theon's comments and had the urge to punch him straight in the mouth to shut him up.

"What the fuck is that supposed to mean Greyjoy?" He questioned instead.

"I'm just saying that the last time I saw her she was 12 and well she still hadn't exactly developed into womanhood. But those 5 years away have been good for her and well now she's fucking hot isn't she?" He replied in defence.

It wasn't as if Theon's comments were a revelation to him. Gendry could see the way every man in the room looked at the youngest Stark girl. He could also see the jealous looks her sister Sansa and the other spoiled bitches were throwing her way, but Arya didn't notice or simply chose to ignore them. This only made her look even more desirable and Gendry knew he couldn't deny the feelings she was stirring in him. It didn't help that she was moving the way she did. Shaking her hips at a rhythm that none of the other girls could match and that I don't give a shit attitude was making it harder for him to hide the massive boner that was forming in his boxers.

It was as if she could sense him looking because before he knew it she was looking right back at him with a shy smile gracing over her lips. His heart was racing in his chest and he was sure it could be heard by everyone in the room. He turned abruptly trying to act as if he hadn't just been sprung checking out his best friends little sister. As he did he collided into someone, spilling drinks on them both and sending broken glass over the dance floor.

"Bloody hell Gen! Don't tell me you're pissed already" the man replied.

"Shit Jon, sorry mate I didn't see you coming up behind me" he replied as he bent down to help pick up the broken pieces of glass that once resembled beer bottles.

"Well unless you've grown eyes on the back of your head I wouldn't expect you too" Jon mused, waving off Gendry's apology.

"You looked like you were in a hurry to get out of here though, did you spot a disgruntled acquaintance who might not be so happy to see you?" he continued completely unaware that he along with all the men in the room had been gawking at his baby sister.

Gendry couldn't help but shift his eyes guiltily in the direction Arya was dancing and as he did Jon followed. Shit he thought now I'm fucked. But someone above must have been looking out for him because to his relief she was no longer there.

"Ahh...I just needed to take a piss" he answered trying to be as casual as possible.

Just as he was about to leave to head to the toilet he saw Jon's face light up and heard a sultry voice call out Jon's name. Jon brushed past him and to his horror Arya was there in front of him hugging Jon. She was still a lot shorter than her brother only coming to just above his shoulders. The smile on her face travelled to her eyes and Gendry felt the knots in his stomach and the ache in his groin flair up again. Before she could say anything to him he scurried away and disappeared into the crowd, making his way to the bathroom. Gods he thought - this is going to be a long fucking night.