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Yep... she just caught me staring at her ass. Gendry thought as he hung his head in embarrassment. There was no denying that he had been fixated on her ass since Jon had left the room and he allowed himself to look at her properly. She was sexy as hell, leaning slightly on one leg as she held the handle of the pan in one hand and the spatula in the other. The small movements of her arms having an effect on the way her whole body moved, not overtly, but rather delicate and distinct, teasing the muscles in her legs, making her ass and thighs contract and release just enough to form perfectly in her tight jeans. Her figure was lean and athletic, and the sight of her had made him start to grow hard. It was a view he could look at all morning.
Unfortunately that wasn't possible. Jon and Gritte would be down soon. He had to lose the semi that was gaining momentum in his pants and get the awkward conversation they were destined to have out of the way fast so he could make his move. He moved his eyes to the back of her head to stop the tent before it became a full pitch, and took a deep breath before speaking.
"Are you still angry at me?" He asked from his seat beside the kitchen table.
Arya turned to face him at last.
"About what? Calling me a slut, laughing at my innocence, or assaulting my noise with whatever the hell you just showered in?"
Gendry face dropped. Fucking hell... why doesn't she just cut off my balls and serve them up for breakfast? He asked himself as he grew annoyed. He took another deep breath before continuing.
"Don't be such a cow, Arya. I was trying to apologise again and I'd thought you'd like the smell... sorry I'm such a disappointment." His face reddened.
Arya froze. Disappointment? She said the word a few times to try and understand why it seemed so strange that he would say that, but she got no answers.
"What?" she finally asked, tentatively.
"Getting all showered and stuff... I was trying to be considerate of you."
Arya had no idea where he was going with this. As usual, she figured her best approach was to be defensive and try to avoid embarrassment and distress of any kind.
"What are you on about, stupid?" she asked, sounding annoyed.
"Your first kiss... I thought I had better smell nice if I'm going to kiss you. You won't want your first time to be with some smelly arse, would you?" He cocked his head to the side and gave her a smug smile, his confidence returning.
Arya froze again. She was not expecting that! What the hell is going on? She screamed silently.
"You do want to kiss me, don't you?" Gendry continued. His words didn't really sound like a question, they were more a statement of fact.
That really pissed Arya off.
"No, I don't... your full of yourself Waters, aren't ya?" She was turning red from anger and embarrassment.
"Why are you blushing then?" he asked, smiling.
His arrogance made her mad, but she was more annoyed by the fact that he was right and if she tried to lie and deny it, she would look like a complete fool. He had her cornered and she hated the impotent feeling it gave her. Her insecurities wouldn't allow her to believe that he was truly interested in her. He must be doing all this for some other reason, a joke, a game or any other reason rather than he actually wanted to be with her.
"Fuck off... you're not funny. You think my inexperience is hilarious, don't you? You're a rude little twat!" she spat.
Gendry winced at her words.
"I don't think its funny... I think it's cool actually. I like that you play by your own rules, Stark. I know Jon will kill me when he finds out I did this, but I like you... and I know you like me too, so I want to kiss you."
He said in a very straight forward manner, all signs of his earlier embarrassment had disappeared.
"And I'm not little.' His eyes narrowed as he ran his gaze over her body. "You are, though... you're like a punk pixie... sexy as hell."
Arya's mouth was open and she knew she must look like an idiot. She had no idea how to respond, so she thought getting angry was the best way to handle the situation.
"I don't like you." She said, but her tone was not convincing.
Gendry smirked.
"I know you Ar, and your only angry with me cos' you care what I think... cos' you like me." He said calmly and with confidence.
Fuck, he's right again. What am I supposed to say now? She asked herself.
"I... ah... I..." she couldn't think of anything.
Gendry got up from the table and walked towards her. She instantly backed into the counter behind her as he moved closer. When he was standing close enough to touch her he stopped and looked into her eyes, saying,
"I think you want to kiss me... and I want to kiss you. So?"
He shrugged his shoulders as he spoke, which Arya thought was probably the sexist thing she had ever seen. A shot of electricity burst in her sex making her jump. Her eyes scanned over his chest and arms to his wide, muscular shoulders, his neck and finally to his strong jaw and amazing eyes.
"Um, Jon is upstairs and you're old... and I never..." she started to ramble, looking up and finding his handsome face again. He looked at her expectantly as he waited for her to answer 'yes'.
Arya's belly tightened even more. Best case scenario, I grab him and kiss him... worst case, I just stick my tongue out and lick his bicep... that would be embarrassing... but fuck, I want to lick him... badly.
Suddenly, she let out a short giggle and instantly put her hand up to her mouth. What is happening to me? she screamed silently.
"I never heard you giggle before... I like it." Gendry said smiling.
"I didn't giggle fuckwad." She shot back, attempting to ignore the blush that was creeping up her neck and face.
She was trying to pretend that the proximity of their bodies wasn't driving her mad. She was trying to fight the urge to grab his white T shirt and rip it off so she could see his perfect abs again, but her voice was low, breathy and a dead giveaway. Also her cheeks were hotter than the sun, so she had no hope of fooling him. But then her insecurities took over again and rage built up within her.
"No... you can't kiss me. Jon will kill you for a start... and I'm starting to think that you're the most disgusting man I ever met."
Gendry's face dropped and he took a step back. He was shocked by her words and the anger on her face. He radiated confusion and disappointment.
"Why would you say that, Ar?"
"Are you fucking with me, Water's... cos' there has to be easier ways to get laid. Just cos' I'm a sixteen year old virgin, doesn't mean I'm in a big rush to lose it... so if that's what all this is about, you can just fuck right off."
Gendry looked truly stunned. After a second, he moved closer to her and gently cupped her face with both hands.
"Do you really think I'm that much of a prick? That I would lie to you just so I can take your virginity?" his tone was serious. She tried to move her head to avoid his gaze, but he held her and made her look at him.
"I... I don't understand what's going on." She said quietly.
"What do you mean?"
"Well... you can have any girl... your older... Jon will kick your ass..." she was getting annoyed just thinking about it. "You expect me to believe that you will go to all this bother for the ugly sister, the virgin with the horse face who everyone calls a freak. I don't buy it. I had thought you were cool Gendry, but the more you go on with this game, the more of a bastard I think you are."
Gendry sighed before speaking.
"Arya... do you think I would risk my friendship with Jon for a game? Do you really think I'm the type of guy to dupe a sixteen year old into having sex? Christ... I can't believe you think so little of me... and yourself." He sounded appalled.
"I don't know what to think."
"I like you, Ar. I don't know how to say it so that you believe me. I have no intension of trying to take your virginity... it's illegal for starters... your under the age of consent, and your dad would have no problem sending me to jail if he found out. I'm doing this because I like you... I like hanging out with you."
Arya relaxed a little as Gendry released her face and stepped back. She knew deep down that Gendry was not the type of guy to lie to a girl just for sex. She couldn't look at him for a few moments as she thought about what he was saying. He seemed so genuine and sincere. When she finally raised her eyes to meet his, her gaze fell straight to his lips and she unconsciously bit her lower lip. His beautiful lips parted slightly as he gasped. She glanced up at his eyes. They were boring into her, dark and intense. His shoulders and chest seemed to be heaving, like he was breathing heavily.
Her body reacted to his stare. She felt an odd, heavy feeling between her legs, a warmth rising in her belly and dizziness in her head. Suddenly, she thought she was going to faint and put her hands out to steady herself. Without realising at first, her hands found Gendry's waist, gripping onto him, her fingers intertwining with his white T shirt as she pulled on it to find some stability. Her head followed by falling slowly forward, landing with a small bump on his hard chest. Through the dizziness she felt him still, his body ceasing up and becoming stiff.
She then realised that she was practically hugging him. Her heart stopped and she looked up frantically trying to think of some way to explain what she was doing. Her mind went blank, her mouth opened slightly but no sound come out.
She managed to close her lips and swallowed hard. His piercing blue eyes were making it impossible for her let go of his shirt. She could feel the muscle of his waist, thick and hard. She could hear his breath, deep and ragged. She wasn't dizzy anymore. Everything about him was clear and right in front of her.
"Can I kiss you, Arya?" he rasped, his voice rough as his eyes bored into her. "I have to kiss you now." He added quickly as his grabbed her hips and pulled her into him.
She felt him, his arousal, on her belly. She gasped and looked down in shock. She never felt a man before and even though she knew what it was pressed against her stomach, she still felt the urge to look down and see what it was.
"Arya?" he groaned, his fingers tightened on her slender hips.
She inhaled sharply as the sound of his rough voice made her spine tingle. She was nervous and confused, lightheaded and wet between her legs.
She shook her head to try clear her mind. When she looked up, Gendry's eyes were darker than before and he looked serious, like he was concentrating hard. When their eyes met, his expression softened and he loosened his grip on her hips. He smiled down at her before gently pulling her forward and softly kissing her forehead. His hands left her hips and moved cautiously up the small of her back. She let out a long breath as their bodies fused into an embrace which was both unexpected and glorious.
His arms encased her now and she felt safe in a way she never experienced before, as if nothing could hurt her as long as these arms existed. She let her hands travel around his body and rest on his lower back, all the while trying to define this feeling that was engulfing her. A sense of protection even though she didn't need protecting, comfort, even though she wasn't sad. It was strange to her to find such console for things she didn't even need, but as they held each other, she knew it didn't matter whether she needed them things or not. The point was he was there, he was holding her so she had them regardless, and the feeling that knowledge gave her was indescribable.
"I had planned on finding a better time, but I couldn't sit at that table any longer and pretend I didn't want you Arya." He said softly, breaking the comfortable silence that existed between them.
She swallowed hard again. "Ya... Jon would probably notice that you've been checking out my ass." She laughed lightly against is chest making him squeeze her body gently.
Gendry blushed a little. "You look sexy today... well you always do... but I like your... jeans."
He was fumbling his words as his hands lowered slowly down her back. Her heart began to race in anticipation. A kiss was so close that she could taste it. She looked up, her gaze immediately finding his lips, making her heart race even faster and her belly flutter. She tried not to focus on his lips, but then she had to look at his eyes and that made the feeling in her stomach intensify. There was no where to look at Gendry Water's that didn't make you want him.
A door opened upstairs and she instinctively pushed him away, their bodies separating and a cold air taking the place of the magnificent warmth they had just shared. Gendry didn't seem offended that she pushed him away. He just raised his fingers, softly grazed her cheek and smiled.
"I have to get my head together before Jon comes down... and I can't do that while I'm standing so close to you." He said before turning around, walking back to the table and sitting down.
Arya's insecurities kept looking for humour in his voice, but she couldn't find any. He IS serious about me! She blushed before smiling broadly and turning back to the pan.
"Shit, the eggs!" she screamed.
"Are they ruined?" Gendry asked.
"Kind of... you don't mind some black bits in yours, do you? And some extra crispy bacon?" Arya asked, trying to sound normal, as if the previous ten minutes never happened.
"Nah... I enjoy eating burnt food when it's cooked by a really cool girl with a great ass." Gendry joked.
Arya giggled again, before picking up a kitchen towel and throwing it across the room at Gendry's head.
"That's enough shite talk from you for one day, Water's." She said, laughing.
"Shite talk? It's true... you have a great ass." He said simply.
Arya felt a sudden flare of bravery. She knew now for certain that he must be telling the truth. He wouldn't risk his friendship with Jon for a game and anyway, he was not the type of guy to use a young girl. Jon would never be such good friends with a man like that. He hated Theon, who duped more than one girl into having sex with him.
She walked over to where he was sitting. Gendry's eyes widened as she approached him.
"Okay Water's, this is how it's going to be... I will let you kiss me, if you promise to stop saying all that crap to me."
Gendry was confused.
"Crap? You mean that you're sexy, and I like you and about your ass and that?"
"Yes... no more. I could probably get on board with kissing an older guy with a hot body... but if you're going to turn into a sappy bitch, you're just going to put me off." She said, trying not to smile.
Gendry pulled back his chair a little and then suddenly grabbed Arya by the arm and pulled her down until she was sitting on his lap before cupping her face with both hands. Arya gasped in surprise, her sex tingling with new heat.
"Sappy bitch eh?" Gendry asked, cocking his eyebrow.
"Umm," was the only noise she managed to make. She could feel his breath on her face. His blue eyes were intense and beautiful. She realised that her hands were resting on his chest again. Once more she could feel his hard abs through his shirt. She couldn't resist pressing her hands to him a little more. As she did, a shiver ran over her body and she sighed. Gendry's eyes flared at the sound.
"So I can't compliment you?" he asked, his voice low and hoarse.
Arya shook her head, which was still in his grip.
"No... I will tell you everyday how fucking awesome you are, Arya. If you don't like, I don't give a shit. If you want my hot body, you're just going to have to live with it." A smile broke on his lips.
"Fuck you, Gen." She said, trying to free her face from his grip.
"Fuck you, sexy." He said with a triumphant smile.
Arya grimaced. Another noise upstairs made Arya jump up from Gendry's lap and run over to the cooker. Her heart was racing and it felt delicious. She turned around and Gendry was looking at her smiling. He mouthed out the words, "Nice ass, sexy." Arya gave him the finger, blushed and turned back to the eggs quickly, rolling her eyes.
Jon and Ygritte entered the kitchen a few moments later. Arya looked up from the pan to the door, hoping her face wasn't flushed anymore.
"Gritt... this is my little sis, Arya. Arya, this is Gritt." Jon said by way of introduction.
"Hey... nice to meet ya." Ygritte said as she put out her hand. Arya walked over and shook it with a big smile.
"You too."
Ygritte had long red hair which was in a lose braid. She had a plain white T shirt, baggy jeans and converse on. She wore even less make up than Arya.
I think I'm going to like her. Arya thought.
Gendry got up to make the coffee when he was confident the erection he had been hiding under the table was under control. Arya went to get some plates.
"Sit down. I'm about to dish out breakfast.. sorry it's a bit burned." Arya explained.
"How did that happen? Did Gendry's cologne knock you out for while?" Jon asked, laughing.
"Fuck off, Jon." Gendry said as he looked for cups.
Arya reached over him to grab the toast and their bodies touched. They looked at each other for a second. Arya blushed as Gendry smiled at her. Ygritte noticed instantly. They both had that nervous, shy, wanting, I don't know whether I want to throw up, or grab you and fuck you up against the wall knot in their stomachs. It was written all over their faces. It only meant one thing... sexual tension.
"Gen has a secret girlfriend he won't tell us about." Jon teased.
"Oh", Ygritte said, trying to sound surprised. You really know nothing, Jon Stark. She thought.
"Ya... Arya reckons she must be a real minger." Jon continued.
"Oh ya?..." Ygritte was trying to keep from laughing.
"Ah ya... I reckon Gendry likes the ugly, weird ones."
"I like the interesting, feisty ones who know their own minds." Gendry said as he and Arya sat down.
Arya kept her head down, trying to hide her blushing.
"Oh, he's got it bad." Jon laughed.
Wow, Jon... you really know nothing. Ygritte thought, desperately trying not to smile.
"So what are you two up to after breakfast?" Arya asked, trying to change the subject.
"Gritt has to practice, I'm going to watch." Jon said.
"Practice what?" Gendry asked.
"I have a grading on Wednesday... going for my third black belt."
"Fuck off... you serious?" Arya said in awe, spitting food on the table.
Jon and Gendry both laughed.
"Told ya she loves martial arts... her mother will never let her train." Jon said.
"Ya, Jon said you really want to learn." Ygritte said.
"I've been asking for years... and Gendry won't teach me." She said with a huff.
"I'm not qualified to teach."
"I am." Ygritte said.
Arya looked at her and then to Jon, wide-eyed.
"I've already asked her, sis... Gritt will train you."
Arya nearly squealed in excitement. She looked like a kid seeing presents under the Christmas tree. Jon and Gendry both burst with laughter.
"I told you." Jon said as he reached over and kissed Ygritte softly on the lips. "I think you made a new friend."
After breakfast, Jon announced that he and Gritt were going to have a shower. Arya scrunched up her face.
"What's wrong with you?" Gendry asked as Jon and Gritte walked up the stairs .
"I don't need to think of Jon 'doing it' in the shower."
"Jon and Gritt seem to 'do it' everywhere. You should have been here last night." He added, shaking his head.
"Gross, shut up."
"Well... he probably wouldn't like to think about what you're doing down here either." Gendry said, smiling.
"What am I doing... the dishes?" she asked, confused.
"No." Gendry said as he took her hand from across the table. "Come here."
A nervous engery began to rise in her belly. She stood up from the table, looking at him open-mouthed, and embarrassment rising in her cheeks.
"Why do you look so scared?" he asked concerned.
"I'm not scared... I..." she fumbled.
"Nervous?"
"No.'" But she said the word too quickly and was unconvincing. Gendry smiled and got up from the table. He picked up a few dishes and bought them over to the sink.
"I can wait till your ready, Ar. It's not a problem for me. I just though cos of earlier..." he blushed and didn't finish his thought.
She was disappointed and relieved. She desperately wanted to kiss him, and would have earlier if he had tried, but now she had time to think about it. She began to over think everything and get nervous that she would do it wrong and ruin everything. Also, it was not the right time, with Jon upstairs. She would not be able to relax. And if it did go well, they would be interrupted again soon and things might get awkward. She didn't want to admit all her fears to him, so she simply said.
"Jon?"
"I think we should see how we get along before starting a war... you might be tired of me in a week and I'll have lost my best friend for nothing."
"So... we keep it a secret?"
"Is that okay with you? If not, we can tell him."
"No. Secret is good." She said with a little smile.
Gendry's eyes began to darken.
"You like the idea of sneaking around?'" he asked in a low voice, his eyes moving to her lips.
"Seems like fun." She breathed.
It was so hard to talk in a normal voice when he looked at her like that. They both jumped back a little as they heard Jon and Ygritte laugh and walk into the bedroom.
Arya started clearing plates. It was too much. Gendry liking her felt unreal. It wasn't the way things were supposed to go. She wasn't the type of girl to end up with someone who looked like Gendry.
"What are you doing for the rest of the day?" Gendry asked from the sink as she wiped the table.
"Hanging out with this dude with a hot body... he talks shit, but I don't really like him for his conversation or anything." She looked at him, smirking. "And then I'm going to a cage fight on the North side."
Gendry's body stiffened. "No... no way."
"Yes."
''No."
"Yes. I'm going... and you should know that ordering me about is not going make me want to kiss you, so if you ever want to, you should shut up now."
"Are you trying to control me with sex?" he asked with humour in his voice.
"Yes... I want you to take me to the fight... please."
She walked over to him and put her palms flat on his defined chest. She didn't realise that she was biting her lip and moving her body closer to his. She looked up and his eyes met hers. His were black with desire and he unconsciously licked his lips before catching himself.
"For fuck sake, Arya!" he said as he pushed her back so their bodies weren't touching. "You just ranted and accused me of using you for sex and now you're using it to get to a bloody cage fight! What kind of woman are you?"
"Must be the bad kind." She said with a bold smile.
"Fuck, you're dangerous... innocent and dangerous. That's a bad combination... jeez, I'm fucked aren't I?" he asked himself out loud.
He bought his hand up and grazed her cheek with his thumb like before, looking at her like she was the Sunday Times crossword.
She smiled at his tender gesture before saying, "I'm going to go any way, and you know that."
He sighed "Fine I'll take you, but you're not getting legless again. You're a mean drunk."
"I'm pretty mean sober." She said and she leaned into him again, feeling a little braver, but they heard footsteps on the stairs and separated, both of them sighing heavily as they did. They started to grab more dishes and cups, studiously cleaning and not speaking.
Ygritte smiled as she walked into the kitchen. They haven't been cleaning long. She thought. They are definitely 'doing it'.
"Hey, do ye want to come and watch Gritt train... she has to fight four guys at the same time." Jon asked.
"That sounds fucking awesome." Arya blurted out.
But then she quickly looked at Gendry and felt that strange heat between her legs return and thought she might have other things to do this afternoon.
"Thing is... my car's been acting like a real bitch the last few days and Gen said he would look at it for me."
"Ah, yeah... yeah, I'm going to fix her car. It will probably take a while."
Gendry blurted loudly, earning him a quizzical look from Jon and an eye roll from Arya. he tried not to blush, but as his face got hotter he knew he failed.
"Eh, ok." Jon said, looking at him like he was an idiot.
Ygritte was exploding with laughter inside. Doing it! doing it! doing it! she thought. Ah, I should save them before Gendry has an aneurism or something...
"Well why don't you come on Wednesday and see my grading?" she said. "And we can start your training next Sunday. Are Sundays good for you?"
"Sunday's are fucking perfect. Thanks Gritt..." Arya beamed.
Jon had the biggest grin on his face. He was so happy that two of his favourite people were getting along.
"What are you going to do about your mom?" Gritt asked.
"Nothing... 'what she doesn't know' and all that... fuck it, she won't find out." Arya answered.
"You can just blame me if she does... it's not like she can hate me anymore than she already does." Jon said.
"That's true." Arya smiled at him as they shared the inside joke. "And she would want to realise after sixteen years that I'm not fucking Sansa... and I never will be."
Jon smiled. "Thank fuck for that!" he went over and hugged her. "See you next week then, sis. Love you." He said as he kissed her hair. "Lock up on your way out."
"You too... it was nice to meet you Gritt... good luck with the training."
"I don't need luck... I'm kick ass." She said, smiling as they left.