As soon as she had walked towards the door, before he'd had a chance to realise that she was, he'd noticed the sheer material of the dress and the sun behind her, giving him a view that made his cock twitch. A view he'd never forget. For once in your stupid life Gendry you are in the right place at the right time. He happened to be sitting in the middle of the waiting room, in a seat that faced the door and he couldn't have planned it any better if he'd tried. There was Arya Stark, all long legs and curvy arse, walking towards him, looking like she was naked.
Little Arya Stark. No doubt about it. There she was, standing at the doctor's reception desk. What were the chances? He hadn't been to the doctor's surgery for years and the very time he was, she appeared. Despite the years that had passed he'd have know her anywhere. He could still see the scrawny little girl who'd trailed around after him for years, in the way she'd walked through the door, in the "couldn't give a damn" attitude, in her profile as she leant over the reception desk and the way she screwed her face up as she filled in the form the receptionist gave her.
He'd almost got up to go over to her, to call out "Arya" in case she just completed the form and walked out again, but had stopped himself just as he'd been pulling his legs in from the middle of the waiting room floor to stand up. No, you need to play it cool Gendry, look at her. She's a lady now, all long hair and some fancy dress. Shit, he'd never thought he'd see tomboy Arya in a skirt never mind those killer heels. Had he ever thought he'd see her again? He'd hoped, but never, ever, imagined her looking like this.
Apart from the best part, the naked view part, her hair was falling past her shoulders, reminding him that it had been years since he'd seen her. Her hair had been way shorter than his, than anyone else's, the last time he saw her and then it had been brown. Now it was all sorts of shades, golden and shining in the sun as she stood at the desk. "Look at me, look at me now" he willed her. Shit, he probably even muttered it under his breath. Fate was smiling on him as she handed the form back to the receptionist and turned, as if in slow motion it seemed when he replayed it all in his head that night, (and he replayed the naked bit over and over and over again) and looked straight at him.
He couldn't help himself. He smiled the broadest, stupidest smile he could remember smiling and, after an instants hesitation, she was smiling back at him too, with a grin he felt was equally huge. Play it cool Gendry.
"Little Arya Stark. Great to see you again" and he really meant that. "Where have you been hiding?"
She strolled over to him, with that same easy walk she'd always had. God, he really was distracted. When he should have been saying something clever, something witty, saying anything really, he couldn't do anything except watch as the sun was still streaming in the door behind her, giving him another full-on view of her killer curves through that sexy-as- fuck dress. God he was hard and he shoved his hands in his jeans pockets in what he hoped wasn't too obvious a move, or else he'd be making it pretty damn obvious to the whole fucking waiting room that he was really pleased to see her.
"Well, if you can hide in London, I guess I was. But it's great to see you too Gendry".
He wasn't so distracted that he didn't hear the "great" part. He managed to drag his eyes off her body and look up at her. He couldn't help himself again. What was it with you and these fucking cheesy grins today Gendry! She was stunning; perfect pale skin with a smattering of freckles over her long, straight nose, big eyes, framed with all that golden brown hair and that fucking dress. Now she was right in front of him he could see it was cut low in a "V" shape at the front and he could see half her tits!
"How long are you back home for?" he managed to blurt out, amazed he just didn't come out with "Fuck! You are gorgeous. What happened Arya?" which was what he was thinking. He was sure it was written all over his stupid big face. She kept smiling at least.
"All summer this time" she said. "Mum's not been too well, I've missed Rickon and Bran so much and Jon and Robb are home more this summer too. I haven't spent time at home the past few years and I thought this summer I'd better, before, well…" She trailed off.
"Give me your number then" he said and for some stupid bastard reason he winked at her. Fuck, what was that all about? She smiled anyway and, when he replayed that bit in his head later, he was sure she blushed too. She said "Sure" and had her phone in her hand before he'd had a chance to figure out how he was going to get his hands out his pockets to get to his phone without giving the whole fucking waiting room a view of the hard-on pressing through his jeans.
"I've got my phone here. Give me yours" she said. He recited the number (hands still in pockets) while she tapped away.
"There. I've sent you a text. Call me" and she winked at him! God, she was still the same cheeky little bitch. He just about stood up and punched the air in triumph. As soon as she'd finished with the phone, her name was called and she walked away swaying that sexy, curvy arse he now wanted to fuck so badly. Bloody typical he though. I've been here 20 minutes and Lady Arya Stark gets called first. Yeah. Arya Stark was back and he broke into another of those stupid, cheesy grins.