A/N: Sorry this chapter was a day late! Work kept me longer than I wanted, but on the bright side, I have a playlist for A Wrecked Remembrance, which you can check out at 8tracks emmaawaatson / a-wrecked-remembrance. Don't forget to remove all the spaces for the link.

In other news, for the people who are following The Age Of Indecency, updates are currently on hold until the end of Gendrya Week 2015. So don't be alarmed by the lack of updates, the chapters are still being written. They're just not being posted yet.

"Arya!"

Arya whipped her head around, feeling the rain splatter everywhere as her hair swung around with the sharp turn of her head. Her entire body was drenched, and the storm she had got caught in currently showed no signs of getting any lighter.

Gendry was standing there, under the awning of what looked like some old and crumbling building with a faded sign hanging over an awning. It must have been some old shop in another time, but Arya couldn't care less. Her eyes were fixed on Gendry's hands. He had an umbrella with him, shielding him from the storm.

He beckoned her under the awning and Arya ran under, shivering from the freezing rain that continuously pelted her skin. "Hi," she said, her teeth chattering together.

Gendry stepped closer to her, moving the umbrella so it covered them both, though it didn't make much a difference since Arya was already dripping wet, and she was under the protection of the awning, even though it seemed flimsy.

"What are you doing out here in a storm like this?" he asked her, his voice raising a few octaves so she could hear him over the sound of the storm and wind.

"I was coming home when it just started pouring rain," Arya explained, squeezing the water from her hair and letting it fall to the pavement in small droplets. "What about you?"

Gendry shrugged. "Same for me. It's like the sky just opened and decided to flood us all." He thought for a moment. "It's all very Noah of Ark. A bit freaky, if you think about it."

Arya snorted. "Hopefully, we won't be drowning in a flood that only has one family of survivors but a bunch of animals living on."

Gendry laughed once, looking at her out of the corner of his eye. Silence fell over them like a blanket, but the sound of the rain kept them from thinking very much, disturbing their train of thought.

The two of them stayed there for a few more minutes before the first rumble of thunder rolled in. Arya closed her eyes and leaned her head against the wall of the building she was standing under. Gendry noticed her expression and looked at her, curiosity mingling with concern as he gazed at her. "Arya," he began, moving closer to her, "are you scared of thunderstorms?" he asked her slowly, trying his best to make it clear he was not making fun of her at all, but rather trying to comfort her and let her know there was nothing to be scared of. His questions were answered when Arya nodded her head, looking very small as she kept her eyes on him and forced them so stay there so she wouldn't have to look out past the awning to the storm that was raging around them.

"Just look at me," Gendry instruced her in a soothing voice, coaxing her to look at him so she was distracted. "Just keep your eyes on me and try to block out the sounds of the storm. Okay? There's nothing to be scared of. It's just some rain." He decided it was best not to point out the bolt of lightning he had seen flash behind her just then. "Arya." She opened her eyes, realizing that she had closed them subconsciously. "Are you sure you're okay?"

Arya considered telling him the truth and saying no, she was absolutely not okay and that thunderstorms had scared her ever since she was a little girl, often being the source of all her nightmares. But instead she just nodded shakily. "Yeah, I'll be fine."

. . .

Arya laughed as she swung around the street pole, feeling light raindrops cascade down her face gently. The rain had finally let up, settling for a light drizzle. The thunder and lightning had stopped, and Arya and Gendry had eventually decided to step out from their half-shelter once Arya gave him a positive yes that she was definitely okay and wasn't scared anymore of the thunder now that it had stopped. She was currently trying not to slip as she spun around on the street pole, giggles escaping her lips as Gendry stared at her in awe.

He stepped closer to her, his left hand fitting on her shoulder and the other taking her hand in his. "Rain suits you," he blurted out. Arya raised her eyebrows at him as she processed this, and she was once again encased in a fit of laughter, her giddiness rubbing off on him. Gendry felt high on her own happiness, and he couldn't help it anymore; he kissed her.

Arya froze under his lips. She definitely wasn't laughing anymore. No, she was kissing him back.

Her arms went up around his neck and moved her lips against his slowly, starting a slow and sensual dance of their two mouths.

Moments passed between them, nothing able to interrupt them until Arya made a sound in the back of her throat and backed away, a look of slight disgust passing over her face. There were faint black marks under her eyes, but her expression made Gendry nervous. Had he made a mistake?

"That was nothing like the movies," Arya remarked, swiping her finger under her eyes and coming off black.

"What?" he asked, confused.

"My makeup," Arya said exasperatedly, waving her hand in front of her face and signaling the black marks that were still there despite her best efforts to get it off her face. "In the movies, the girl's makeup is still picture-perfect, but mine's all smudged. Look at my fingers." She held out her hands to prove her point, showing him the leftover streaks of mascara and eyeliner smudged on her fingers. "I mean, they probably put waterproof makeup on them so it wouldn't run, but seriously, how was I to know there would be a huge thunderstorm today? And how was I supposed to know that I would be getting kissed in the rain? Like, that's just a total shock right there. Completely blindsided me, and if I hadn't liked it, I'd be kicking your ass right now. But all I wanna do is get in some dry clothes."

And with that, Arya walked away from Gendry, leaving him gaping after her, his mouth opening and closing like a fish. After a few steps, Arya turned around and raised her eyebrows at him. "Well?" she asked, eyebrows raised. "Aren't you coming?"