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AN: This is a weird rambling story that switches perspectives a lot and I just needed to get out of my system so I could focus on the other stories I'm trying to write. Hope you enjoy!

Our Secret

If Arya had it her way they would have kept it a secret forever. But Gendry, The Seven bless his sweet cinnamon roll of a heart couldn't take the lying and subterfuge. Nevermind that in her opinion it made it all the hotter.

"I'm not ashamed of this." He would insist when she pinned him to the wall in her Father's study during a family dinner, "I love you."

"Jon is my best friend," He burst out, while her hand was creeping past the fly of his jeans, while they all hid waiting for her brother to show up to his surprise birthday party, "I don't think we need to hide it."

It had been a slow burn. She had crept behind the quartet of boys for as long as she could remember, hating Gendry when he had come into their lives because he had usurped her place in the hierarchy. He had become Jon's number one, when for so long she had held that place. So she had followed behind their pack waiting for a moment of weakness to steal back her rightful place. The fact that this bastard boy, so like her beloved favorite brother had welcomed her as readily as the original, had delighted at her contrary presence from the start interfered with her narrative, but slowly she had warmed to him as well. When Jon had gone away to work as a guide at The Wall, a national park, Gendry had still appeared.

Nevermind that Robb and Theon showed up less and less as their outside lives grew. He showed up to help Catelyn around the house, to practice soccer with Rickon and to intimidate Sansa's flavor of the week. But with a stunning regularity he had shown up to movie night with Arya every single Saturday night.

This had been her and Jon's thing. Without fail she and Jon would be on the couch in the den every Saturday night to watch a double feature and eat far to much junk food. High School, girls, life had never interfered until he left for the season. There had even been a week when she had been sent to her Aunt Lysa's to distract her cousin while Lysa had prepared to deliver a new baby that she and Jon had facetimed keeping the tradition alive.

But The Wall had shoddy wifi and even shoddier cell service so when she had sat on the couch alone that first weekend of his absence she had felt as if a limb had been amputated. She had been glaring at the tv, repeatedly pressing the skip button on the remote as trailer after trailer popped up when there was a knock on the sliding glass door, and when she had looked up Gendry was standing there with a paper sack of food and a grin on his face.

She kissed him for the first time the last weekend before Jon came home. They were watching a scary movie, when something had made her jump she had yelped and grabbed his arm (she was already half hidden under a blanket, she was a very visceral movie watcher) A few seconds later she jumped again and shifted her grip on him to his hand which she yanked underneath the blanket with her, holding it to her chest, and then later in front of her face as she watched from behind it, peeking one eye around the knot of their hands. Finally she had used it to hide fully behind, turning her head away from the screen and found him watching her a laugh in his blue eyes that she had done it without thinking on it. Dropping his hand and grabbing his head she had pulled him to her, pressing her lips to his. They missed the end of the movie.

There was a welcome home party for Jon the next weekend, the house full of family and friends, and Arya had cornered him as he came out of the bathroom, herding him back into the space.

"You've been avoiding me." She had said, reaching behind her to lock the door, at the sound of the lock clicking she had seen real fear in his eyes, which made her laugh. Taking another step forward she had him pinned between the counter and her much smaller body.

"Yes." He said with a quick nod, "I definitely have been." He was looking at the wall behind her and his hands were tightly gripping the counter behind him.

He looked panicked.

It was adorable.

Reaching down, she had lifted one hand from the countertop, settling it on her hip, she could feel his heart pounding against her chest.

"What are you afraid of?" She asked, wrapping her arms around his neck, erasing the small amount of space that had remained between them. At her question he finally looked down at her, his other hand leaving the counter to land on her other hip, squeezing tightly, pulling their hips together,

"You." He answered honestly, and she laughed pulling him down for a kiss.

It had gone on like that for weeks, Arya finding him alone and dragging him into a room. Arya silently groping him as they passed in a hallway. They narrowly avoided being caught on too many occasions to count. It wasn't until a movie night, when Gendry had fallen asleep halfway through the first film and had woken up in the middle of the night to a completely dark and silent house, to Arya on his lap kissing his neck that he finally gave in.

"Arya." He had groaned, "We can't do this here."

"Don't be such a baby." She had teased, rocking her hips on his lap, reaching under his shirt and creeping the material upwards. "Everyone is asleep."

"Yeah Arya," He moaned as she bit at his neck, "Everyone. As in your entire family is here." Then her hand was moving down and for a second he had considered maybe it would be a fine way to die, beaten to death by the entire Stark clan, but then she was moving off his lap and he felt a second of very conflicting relief and disappointment at the loss of her on top of him before the terror hit as her hands found his belt buckle and she was kneeling on the ground in front of him, and he was reminded as she smiled up at him and said, "Well then you better make sure you're quiet." that she was the scariest person he had ever met.

Afterwards she had rebuttoned him into his jeans and straddled his lap again, giving him a deep kiss, the taste of himself on her tongue.

"Do you want to go to dinner?" She giggled, on anyone else it would be cute, but Arya Stark only giggled evilly.

"Right now?"

"No, like, a proper date?" Gendry flushed as she pulled back and looked at him, "I mean this keeps happening, so um…" She had shrugged, gotten off his lap and said, "Sounds boring, but sure, whatever." As she went back up the stairs to her room.

They didn't go to dinner. Instead she showed up at his apartment the next night with takeaway and had fucked him on the living room floor as soon as the door had closed behind her.

A few months later, Arya was laying naked in his bed when something small and cold was placed on her chest, opening one eye she glared at Gendry as best she could manage without moving and felt for whatever it was.

A key.

He was bright red, "My neighbors are going to start complaining about you pounding on the door in the middle of the night." She had rolled her eyes and smirked saying, "Sure." Sitting up she pressed a quick kiss to his cheek before asking, "Want to go get dinner?"

"In public?"

"I know, so boring right?"

They ended up at a 24 hour diner where they split a bacon cheeseburger and butter pecan pancakes because Arya couldn't decide what she wanted more.

A couple weeks after that Arya showed up at the garage he worked at with Bran's car, he needed an oil change and she had volunteered to take it in. She watched as a curvy blonde in a pair of shorts and a low cut tank top flirted with him as he checked her tire pressure. She watched as the blonde slid a piece of paper into Gendry's palm before getting into her car and driving away. She watched as his face blanched as he saw her across the parking lot watching him.

Getting out of the car she had walked over to him, plucked the paper out of his hand and tossed it in the trash can next to the tool bench, "None of that." Before kissing him quickly on the lips and dropping her keys in the pocket of his coveralls, "I need an oil change. I'll be inside watching the Price is Right."

Later that night, in the dark because he didn't want to be able to see the look she would give him at the question he asked, "So what are we?"

She had left after the oil change but had been waiting for him in his apartment when he got home, and had gotten in the shower with him scrubbing his back and then reaching around and giving him the soapiest handjob of his life.

The bed shifted and she tucked herself into his side, "You're my guy of course." Gendry rolled his eyes,

"Okay but what does that mean?"

"You belong to me," She tilted her head up and kissed the corner of his mouth, "And I guess I'm your girlfriend or whatever."

Arya knew it couldn't go on forever like this, but she really liked the sneaking around. And she didn't want to have to have the talk with her family that Gendry was now her Gendry and deal with the inevitable teasing and questions and probable threats. Arya had had boyfriends before Gendry, but had never introduced anyone to them. She'd seen the way they closed ranks whenever Sansa brought home a guy and had no patience for any of that. But Gendry didn't like sneaking around.

When she brought in Sansa's car for an oil change he finally put his foot down, "I'm not going to keep doing this Arya. I don't like lying all the time."

"It's not all the time."

"Yeah it is Arya, because I think about you all the time, and I don't like being around you and not being able to touch you because it's a fucking secret." And there was something about an ridiculously handsome man wearing oil stained coveralls baring his heart to you that even Arya Stark couldn't resist.

"Fine." She wrapped her arms around his waist and looked up at him. And the smile he gave her made her heart flip over a little bit.

A week later there was a family dinner and part way through the meal she had reached over and taken Gendry's hand without saying anything, continuing on with her conversation with Ygritte across the table from her. It had taken a bit but the chatter in the room had dropped to silence as everyone noticed their intertwined fingers. Glancing over she saw Gendry was flushed red but smiling down at his plate.

"What." She asked the room aggressively, "We're dating. It's not a big deal."

"Arya!"

"What!"

"Since when?"

"What!"

"I knew it!"

A little while later Arya was helping to clear the table when she turned around and saw her entire family watching her. Here it came.

"What?"

"Arya Stark, you better be nice to that boy." Catelyn Stark spoke first.

"If you hurt him we're going to have problems." Jon piped up.

"Big problems." Sansa added, glaring at her.

"What the hell!" Arya yelled, dropping the sponge in the sink, "I'm your sister! You're supposed to be giving him this talk."

The eyebrows raised in her direction made her frown.

"Disloyal." Arya muttered, "I knew we shouldn't have told you." He was lucky she loved him to put up with this nonsense.