A/N: I'm so ashamed by the length of this chapter. 887 words. Excuse me while I throw myself a little pity party.
Heat was surrounding her, her lungs had been robbed of breath, and screams were hitching in her throat, held back desperately for fear of being too loud and drawing attention to herself. Gendry was everywhere, or at least, it felt like that. Arya wanted to push him away, tell him that she was feeling too much, but she couldn't speak. Finally, Gendry pulled back, breathing heavily, and rested his forehead against hers. "I'm sorry," he panted, swallowing hard. He was supporting all of his own weight on his forearms above her, and Arya wanted nothing more than to pull him back down to her.
She shook her head, her own chest heaving. "Don't apologize. I didn't stop you," she reminded, blushing a little. "We just got a little carried away." A little was a bit of an understatement. They had been seeing each other in secret for the past two weeks, and they had never gone any farther than kissing. And that one time he had touched her breast, but that had technically been an accident and whenever Arya thought about it, she started blushing violently, her face heating up like a goddamned furnace, so she rarely let it come to mind. But tonight, he had his apartment to himself and had been very clear when he told Robb and Jon that he had an important date and to stay away. Though he didn't mean it in that way, they had obviously taken it that way and promised to stay out of his way for the night, going to their own homes. Gendry had just been trying to prevent them from finding out that he, a twenty-four year old man, was dating their nineteen year old little sister (who they were very protective of, and he knew that) and had a plan to woo her for the night with a special date prepared in his very own kitchen by himself.
And it seemed that Arya loved home cooked meals because as soon she saw what he had prepared, she was on him, attacking him with kisses and hugs of gratitude that quickly turned into something a little more desire-driven, and had led to their current position on his couch where Gendry was laying down with Arya stradding his waist.
"Gendry?" Jon's voice rang out through the apartment, and Gendry really didn't mean to knock Arya off of his body as he shot up from the couch. He had just. . .forgotten that she was there in his state of panic. She glared up at him, her hair all messed up and the pout she was currently wearing on her lips making her look absolutely adorable (though he'd never tell her that he thought her adorable, not unless he wanted a well-aimed kick to the shin). Arya casually got up from the floor, leaving Gendry to flounder on the couch, desperately trying to cover up his lap as she went to greet her brother. Or her death. To Gendry, it was basically the same thing in his current situation.
"Hey, Jon," Arya said as she rounded the corner and appeared in Jon's line of sight. Jon, apparently, was not very pleased to see her because his eyebrows drew together in confusion and he looked mildly annoyed to see his little sister hanging out in his older best friend's apartment. At ten o'clock at night. Alone. With a dinner half-eaten on the kitchen table that stood just to their left.
"What are you doing here?" Jon asked her, a little rude if Arya said so herself. Though she doubted anyone would pay attention if she voiced her thoughts.
"Having dinner with Gendry," she said simply.
As if on cue, Gendry walked out of the living room and appeared next to Arya, wearing a slightly sheepish expression on his face as he stood there, rocking back on the balls of his feet.
"I thought you had a special date tonight," Jon said, not even bothering to hide the rude tone.
"I did—do," Gendry said, correcting himself automatically when he saw Arya's expression cloud over threateningly. Apparently she wanted him to go down with her tonight.
Jon's face changed completely, as if he had understood they were seeing each other before but hadn't accepted it until Gendry just confirmed it. He nodded once and before anyone could even blink, he punched Gendry in the face.
"Fuck!" Gendry yelled, doubling over, and Arya let out a sharp breath, glaring daggers at Jon.
"Right," Jon said simply, flexing his hand. "You can go back to your date now. But that should keep you from sleeping with her for a few more weeks." He turned around and walked out of the apartment, slamming the door behind him, leaving an echo in the room.
Arya looked over at him, her face slightly pink at the mention of them sleeping together. "I wasn't going to sleep with you tonight," she told him, trying to keep her voice nonchalant but failing.
Gendry let out a short laugh, wincing painfully when his cheek began to sting from Jon's fist. "Yeah, that's okay. Just as long as we're together long enough for me to have your consent."
