The night was cold, cruel winds blowing in the distance as Arya shifted beneath the pile of sleeping men. God it was hot in here! She though with a huff, then she squirmed out from under them and tiptoed out of the room, and into the night.
Gendry's POV
What is he doing? Gendry shook his head and stood up, following his friend out of the tent. He shrugged and blinked groggily, he had only just woken up and yet here he was, having to play hide and seek with Arry.
"Arry, where are you?" He said angrily, his face turning into that off a scowl. And that's when he saw it, Arry. Swimming in the lake, naked. He stared at her as his jaw dropped, he couldn't help but gaze in wonder at his friend. He then realised that arry, was in fact a girl. He knew he should have turned away by now but he continued to look at her, his eyes fixated on her body. She was beautiful, the way her creamy skin sparkles in the night. The way her smooth hips rounded off into a narrow waist. His eyes searched her chest, they were nice, small and round, the perfect size to him. God, what is she doing to me! She's my frie-
"Gendry!" She shrieked, ducking down in the lake to hide her body from him. He turned his face away and looked over to a small rock where Arya's clothes were.
"Here" he muttered, giving them to her as she swam over to him. She put them on, her underclothes sticking to her wet skin no longer helped to cover her, instead they made her all the more desirable. Gendry looked down and covered his crotch, turning a shade of red as Arya looked at him with pleading eyes.
"You can't tell any of the men, please Gendry!" She whined, her voice sounded husky, seductive in a way.
"I promise" he whispered.