A/N: I always like the Arya x Gendry pairing. This is just how I wished their relationship blossomed. A fan can dream.
Arya was peeing in the woods, far from anyone just as Yoren had advised her to do. They had been walking for hours, her legs were cramping up, it was harder to steady herself while she tried to 'take a piss' as the guys in the small caravan of bastards, orphans, outlaws, and those three dangerous men in the iron cart liked to call it. Taking a piss, what a stupid saying, she never understood why boys and men, why that fat oaf Robert Baratheon would say it, her father never did. He was a proper lord, a good man, and even if Yoren shielded her from seeing her father murders, it didn't stop her from dreaming about it night after night.
As she finished up and walked over to the stream to rinse her hands and face, she didn't notice the sound of someone walking up behind her.
"I bloody knew it." Says a young boys voice.
Arya stands up, her hand on Needle's handle ready to attack, only to find Gendry looking down at her with bright blue eyes, some what hidden by his shaggy black hair. Panic began to rise from her belly, but behind that panic there was a fierce anger. Her dancing teacher would have been very displeased to know someone snook up on his bright pupil and she was not going to let her teacher die in vain. Not for this black smith's apprentice.
The giant smirk on Gendry's young face was soon wiped away. He may be strong but Arya was quicker than him and had her sword with her, which was now sheathed from its holder and placed at Gendry's neck, as she pinned him to the ground.
"You saw nothing. You say nothing." Arya hisses.
"You're a girl." Gendry says.
"Shut up, no I'm not." She snaps.
"Fine if you're not a girl then pull out your cock." Gendry says, getting equally as close to her face as she is.
Arya panics again, because she knows she can't prove what she doesn't have. She loosens her grip for a split second which gibes Gendry the chance to take hold of her Needle and pin her to the ground. "I knew it, I knew you were a girl." He says.
"I'm not a girl," She says calmly, "I'm Arya Stark, of Winterfell."
"Stark, like the King's Hand?" Gendry says, his eyes going big with realization.
"He was my father." She says.
"Seven Hells, you're a lady," Gendry says, getting up from the ground and helping Arya up as well, "oh shit, I'm sorry, all that talk about cocks, oh hell, you've seen my cock."
"So I don't care I have brothers, my brother Rick on use to run around naked as a babe." Arya says, fixing herself up and talking back Needle from Gendry's hand.
"I'm so sorry Mi'Lady." Gendry's says bowing to her.
Arya rolls her eyes, "Stop that, as far as you know, I'm still Arry the orphan boy to you and everyone in the camp."
"As you wish Mi'Lady." Gendry's says, bowing again.
"Stop that, I'm not a lady." Arya says slightly shoving the boy.
Gendry's smiles at her, "Well that wasn't very lady like." He says.
Arya shoves him again, but this time she puts her leg in between his legs and trips him, but Gendry grabs a hold of Arya by the waist and brings her down with him. Gendry pins her to the ground again and doesn't let go no matter how much Arya wiggles.
"Get off of me." Arya says, making no effort in her attempts to get free.
Gendry's smiles down at her, "Not until you stop fighting me."
knowing that Gendry is just as stubborn as she, stops fighting him. Gendry loosens his grip on her and relaxes his body. Giving Arya the perfect opportunity to knee Gendry in the groin and pin him, "Listen to me, Queen Cersi is hunting me down for my father's treason, my sister is already their captive, I need to get back to Winterfell to my brothers and my mother, that's why Yoren is having me dressed as a boy. You cannot tell anyone about my secret." She says, her eyes pleading for Gendry to know how serious this is.
As pugnacious as Gendry is, he knows how much it means to keep a secret, without knowing it, he brushes her hair away from Ayra's face, "I promise I won't tell a soul." He says.
Arya gets up from Gendry and straightens herself out yet again, "I'm begging you Gendry, no one, not Hot Pie, not anyone, can know." She says, putting her sword back into it's holder.
"Arry, I know, I won't tell a soul." Gendry says, his bright blue eyes, showing nothing but honesty to her.
She heaves a heavy sigh, "Alright, c'mon lets go back with the others." She says, and walks side by side with Gendry, keeping in step with him.
"Will I ever get to see you in a dress?" He asks her, a playful smile on his face.
Arya, laughs, gently shoving him, "Don't count on it." She says.
"What a shame," Gendry says, "I bet, you'd look lovely in a dress."
Arya suppresses a smile, "If you want to keep that tongue of yours, don't talk about dresses or ladies or Winterfell in my presence."
"As you wish." Gendry says.
The two make it back into the camp just in time to see that everyone is ready to leave.
'You're almost home little wolf,' Arya thinks to herself as continue on the journey.
Arya looks back at Gendry, whose walking only a few paces behind her, he looks up at her and winks. Arya rolls her eyes and turns back around, "Idiot."
A/N: WINTER IS COMING! Whose excited! I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter, please comment I enjoy your guys feedback. Thanks -T