Grey blue smoke curled up from her lips, twisting in the air like snakes. A lone wisp of smoke floated from the opening of the bong, joining the smoke from her lips like lovers embracing and becoming one, wispy being. A lightness settled over her and she took another hit.
Arya's eyes fluttered shut, the heady high filling her head, lungs holding in smoke until the burn went away and she breathed out, smoke leaving her in a small puff. Her throat was dry when she held out the glass bong, warm fingers encasing hers before the weight disappeared. She felt heavy but lucid and when she opened her eyes her room looked brighter than before. A feeble ray of light glowing through the blue curtains made Arya's room soft and dull and the sleepy blue around her made her crave more rest. An urge to wrap herself up ran through her mind, but her thick comforter was crumpled in a heap somewhere at the end of her bed, so that was pointless.
And it didn't help that she had company.
Arya's legs spread out and brushed the pleasantly warm body in front of her. Jaqen H'ghar slid his hand onto her ankle, his long, tanned fingers wrapped around her slim leg. Jaqen's stare made her squirm against her headboard. A smile twisted at his lips and her stomach clenched anxiously. His hand moved up her leg, making a warm trail up and to her knee where his hand stayed, warm and steady.
She threw back her head and smirked at him. "Keep going." His hand continued up her thigh, tightening his hold when his thumb was only an inch from her underwear. His thumb brushed the hem lightly and he questioned her with his eyes. She rolled hers, her stomach rolling. This wasn't their first time. "Keep going," she repeated softly.
He set the bong on the floor and both his hands felt along her thighs. They were hot and big and felt amazing on her body. She leaned up into him, sinking down onto her pillows, and reached out for him. Her hands skated along his tanned shoulders, scratching her nails into yielding flesh. He dipped down and caught her mouth in a consuming kiss. Their kiss was harsh and deep, Jaqen's mouth seeming to swallow her, absorbing her in a terrifyingly comfortable way.
The older man's hand slid up to her hip, his long fingers spreading out and curling back in, nails digging pleasurably into her skin. A surprised gasp escaped her when his thumb sneakily found her clit and began rubbing against her. She shuddered and pushed back when his thumb added pressure and moved lower, and started rubbing her clit up and down. Her moan was muted by Jaqen's tongue. He sucked her tongue into his mouth, teeth scraping against the muscle, before soothing it with his own tongue.
He pulled back in order to kiss down her jaw and to her neck, sucking at her pulse point hard enough to feel good but not enough to bruise. Her hand tangled into his hair, on the red side, and she pulled his mouth back up to hers. Their tongues touched again and her body tingled. Jaqen ran his other hand under the baggy sleep shirt she wore to bed, feeling her smooth, pale skin and that she wasn't wearing a bra. He cupped her left breast as Arya pressed her body against his, rolling her hips into his fingers, and quietly crying out his name. His fingers teased her opening, coating them in her wetness. He groaned into her mouth, whispering her name against her tongue.
"Let me take this off," Arya pushed him away enough so that she could take off the shirt. She was naked now, her pale, bare skin flushing at the way Jaqen was looking at her. The thing she liked best was how warm he always was. His eyes made her melt and his hands sent shivers down her spine whenever they touched her right. Like now. One hand was working between her legs while the other was rolling her nipples and squeezing her breast. She arched into those hands and let out a high whimper when his mouth suddenly closed around her clit.
"Ahh...Oh… fuck-" Arya covered her mouth with her arm, sinking her teeth down, wincing when her sharp incisors pierced her skin. Heat flushed her skin pink, sweat making her body slick. Pleasure pulsed through her every nerve, leaving her lightheaded and craving more.
Arya started to buck her hips up into the tongue that was wetly fucking her. She dripped with need, her clit throbbing harder with each stroke from the skilled muscle. She wiggled her hips and tried to grind down on him but his calloused hands holding her slim thighs forced her still.
She whined in annoyance, pushing back her mortification at making such a wanton sound. But the pleasure was driving her crazy, lick by lick, and they've been going at it for a while. "Jaqen, just fuck me," she panted, feeling sweat drip warmly down her neck. She shouldn't need to beg; not when Jaqen wanted her just as much. His eyes were more pupil than brown iris and she could feel his erection rubbing against her calf.
Jaqen breathed hotly against her while his mouth sucked her between his lips. Arya felt him moan more than she heard it. The pleasant vibrations shot right through her. She let out an impatient moan, and squeezed her eyes shut, dripping into his mouth. A finger slid into her where a tongue used to be. She was so wet and ready that it went into her without effort. Gods, it was just what she wanted. Jaqen entered his middle finger and he rubbed her silky rough pad of his thumb played with her aching clit. He pulled his long fingers out before pushing back in. In and out.
In and out. And so deep.
Arya was going to lose it soon. It had been too long already since the last time she had sex with anyone and the last time she got off was about two weeks ago. Her frustration had only grew now that she didn't have Gendry to grind on whenever she felt the urge. But she was about to get some well needed cock in a few more strokes and that's all she thought about.
That's all she could think about. All that mattered.
His fingers were pressing deep in her, curling up and spreading out, but it just wasn't enough. Even when those fingers hit her spot, making her body shiver and her thighs clench, it just wasn't enough. Jaqen's cock was stiff and red and she couldn't wait any longer to get it inside her. She just had to feel it stretching her out and filling her up.
The condom on her nightstand fell into her hand and she ripped it open. "Jaqen," she tugged a fist full of red hair and pulled his face up. His mouth was swollen and red, wet from his spit and her cum. He licked his wet lips slowly and looked at her expectantly. She gave a breathless smile. Gods, he was attractive as hell. Beautiful tanned skin, a sexy smile, deep brown eyes, and a body that he obviously worked hard for. He was so damn hot. Arya felt tingles spread throughout her body at the thought of what that body was about to do to her. "As much as I like you down there, I want you up here. In me." Her cheeks got warmer the more she spoke, hardly believing she could say things like this and not in a joking manner.
The man gave her a sly smirk. "A girl gets what a girl wants." He crawled up her body, leaving burning kisses into her skin. His hand cupped her breast and his tongue circled her hard nipple. He sucked and nipped, while taking her hands and putting it to his cock. She rolled the condom on him and positioned him to her entrance.
Arya roughly pulled Jaqen to her and kissed him, feeling herself open up to him and tasting herself on his lips. Jaqen groaned into her mouth deeply as he pushed inside her. Her body shook under him when all of him was finally inside of her. He didn't stop until his balls pressed against her. She tried to hold back the moan that threatened to burst out of her. He grinded his hips into her, trying to get as deep as possible. She swore she felt it in her stomach. "Yeah...just like that," she moaned against his shoulder as he began to thrust. His hands were gripping her slim hips and squeezing. She wanted it harder. She wanted to feel it bruise.
"H-harder." Her whimper was rewarded with Jaqen fucking her properly. Hips angled just right that he brushed against her g-spot with each thrust. He grunted and pinned her body down with his as he fucked her deeper and harder. Her slippery wet cunt gladly took his dick pounding into her, clenching and sucking him in. She burned him like an inferno and he couldn't get enough of it.
Arya bucked her hips up to meet his, rocking her body with his. She pressed the heels of her feet into his backside in order to feel him even deeper. She let out a strangled groan, getting even more turned on by the wet sounds their bodies made with every connection. Jaqen sucked the soft skin of one breast and squeezed the other in his hand. He pulled her nipple harshly with his fingers and sucked it in apology when her nails dug into his back.
But she liked the pain and so he did it again.
The pace their bodies were moving increased to the point of the bed banging against the wall and the mattress creaking under them. Arya fingered her clit and wrapped her legs around Jaqen's waist all while Jaqen pounded into her relentlessly. She felt her climax building, coiling sharply in her stomach, a white-hot mass that spread out at the base of her spine. She was almost screaming in pleasure, pressing her face into the pillow to drown out some of her louder whines. She drenched the sheets when she came and Jaqen continued to fuck her until his thrusts lost control and he came roughly. His hips slapped against her a few more times before he stilled.
If she blacked out, she didn't know, but the next thing she knew what Jaqen kissing her softly as if they had just made love instead of fucked like animals. She kissed him back, too tired and satisfied with herself. His mouth tasted like her cum, which wasn't as bad as she thought. As much as that thought sort of grossed her out, she mentally shrugged it off, because under the taste of her cum was the taste of Jaqen; cinnamon and black coffee and flesh.
When Jaqen pulled away he leaned up on his elbows and smiled lazily down at her. Arya knew this as his I-just-fucked-you-so-good-your-grandchildren-will-feel-it look. She chuckled softly, a little exhausted, and brushed his messy red hair back from his sweaty face, smoothing back the wet strands behind his ear. Jaqen kissed her hand at the sweet gesture.
"Do you want me to drive you to school?" Jaqen ruined the bubble of post-coitus happiness by reminding her that she was, in fact, supposed to be in second hour right now.
She let out a hoarse groan, realizing with a slight blush that her voice would be scratchy from all the curses and moans. She glanced at time on her phone, gauging how long it would take her to get dressed and if it was even worth it. Going to school would only dampen her mood, and she really wanted to hold on to this light carefree feeling she had right now. So no, she decided, I will not be going to school today. It's not like it will miss me.
"Nah, I don't feel like going. Plus I didn't do my calculus homework and my math teacher's a bitch. I so do not want to deal with that today." Arya leaned off the edge of the bed to grab the baggy shirt she slept in last night. She was already so skinny that the shirt just swallowed her up.
Jaqen discarded the condom and wrapper and slipped on his tight boxer briefs. Arya eyed his nice butt when he bent over to pull his jeans on. She was almost disappointed when he pulled on his shirt, his sculpted body hidden from her now. He looked at her from over his shoulder, a slight smile gracing his lips. "You do not like your school."
"Nope," it wasn't a question but she answered anyway. "That school could blow up and even the teachers would celebrate. Me? I'd light a cigarette from the flames."
Jaqen chuckled, turning to sit at the edge of her bed. "Didn't know a school like that could hold someone like you."
Arya scoffed. "Not even. I don't even know why I still go. I doubt I'll go to college-" She froze, realizing then that she just spoke words she only thought about and hearing the truth in them. She probably wasn't going to college, unlike all her siblings. She already knew how her father would be disappointed and her mother would try her best to force her to go, but...she just couldn't imagine her future with college in it. Robb and Jon are in their sophomore year and love it and Sansa's planning on going to King's Cross University next year, and that's all great for them, but Arya wouldn't follow in their footsteps. She wouldn't be another pencil-pushing, do-it-all like the rest.
"Then where will a girl go?" Jaqen asked with no judgement in his voice. Arya never asked if he went or if he ever finished high school even. Things like that never came up-and why would it? They only fooled around and got each other out-although mostly in-bad situations, not talk about their futures-or lack of them. She barely knew anything about him.
Arya shrugged. "I don't know." She looked down at her folded legs, something empty stirring in her chest. She tried to pushed it away by changing the subject. "Are you hungry? I am. I could really go for something sweet." She shot up off the bed, the long shirt falling around her bony knees. She didn't bother waiting for his answer before running down into the kitchen.
The entire house was empty, save for the giant dogs that surrounded her, threatening to trip her, until she pushed them away. Arya busied herself with breakfast, ignoring Jaqen's silent presence behind her. She half-assed some pancakes and was partially surprised when they came out alright. Her hands were shaking when she poured the heated up syrup over her pancakes and syrup dripped sloppily to the floor. She cursed and crouched down to wipe it up. When she stood up Jaqen was standing in front of her, swiping a finger in a puddle of syrup and sucking it into his mouth.
"Is something wrong?" Jaqen asked when she shakily grabbed her plate and walked to the table.
Arya couldn't think of any words that could describe how she felt just then. It was like she was enclosed within her mind with only her racing thoughts as company and she couldn't move her body right. It felt like a bad body high, where she just sat on the couch like a vegetable and nothing substantial came to mind. But now, in between syrupy bites, all she could think about was how true her words felt. College was a world away from her, it was its own planet, its own lifestyle. And she couldn't imagine herself in that world, worrying about a missed seminar or an essay to write. She didn't care for campuses or dorms or stupid college parties. She didn't know what she wanted to do, but she didn't want to be like everyone else and decide a future at eighteen, and she didn't want to become a soulless, corporate douchebag.
Jaqen quietly slid in the chair beside her. He was always quiet, always analyzing and figuring things out. Not much missed him and he could pinpoint a weakness quicker than breathing. That's what she liked about him, that and their easy companionship. He didn't ask anything of her and she didn't either. They were just two people finding enjoyment in the small things in life. He knew more about her than she did of him but she was okay of that. She sort of figured that Jaqen had a shady past, seeing as he didn't have family or any friends and he hung around the Hanged Man's Den at the other side of the bridge. But she didn't judge him or want him to be a different person.
"The girl is worried about her future."
She never did understand why he referred to her as "the girl" but she didn't mind it. "Yeah...I don't know what I'm going to do after high school. I sort of just imagined my life as working at the company with dad."
"And the girl would do this her whole life? Wouldn't she get tired of it?"
That was something she hadn't really thought about. Well, none of this conversation she ever really thought about. She made herself busy with friends and fencing that she pushed away any thought of what she'd do after high school. She didn't have any other talents besides her fighting that could land her a career. She could steal, pick locks, guzzle beer like water and not have a hangover, and out smoke the biggest pothead in Winterfell. But that wouldn't get her anywhere but in a ditch without her kidneys or something just a gruesome. But Arya could see herself working with her dad, laboring over car parts and engines covered in oil. She didn't think she would get tired of it, her dad surely hadn't, but she wasn't her dad and now she wasn't sure.
Arya shrugged. "I don't know, Jaqen. My dad's been running the company since he graduated, well, college. But I know I wouldn't have to. It's family owned and run, of course I would get a job there."
"And what if your father refuses you a job until you go to college?"
Arya looked at the handsome man indignantly. "My dad wouldn't do that."
Jaqen shrugged and took another small bite. "And why would he let you? Wouldn't he want you to have a successful future? What if you found that you didn't like working at the company?"
"I love the company. I wouldn't get tired of it." Even to her, she sounded unsure of that. "I know he wants me to be successful, he wants that for all of us, but he wouldn't force me to do something that I know I didn't want."
"And your mother, would she allow it?"
Arya scoffed again, not really thinking about why she hadn't diverted the conversation yet. "Fuck no. That's the problem. Knowing her she will probably send in applications for me. She would never let me skip out on college. Her sister did, and now she's stuck in a shitty marriage with her sugar daddy and has an even shittier son. But it's not like I'm going for a sugar daddy, that's just stupid. And gross. Jon Arryn is, like, seventy and Aunt Lysa is nearing forty."
Even Jaqen grimaced at that.
Arya moved her empty plate away and put her head on the table. "I don't know what to do."
Jaqen rested his hand on her shoulder. "College will always be there if you decide to go. And a person like you always has a choice and the will to follow through."
Arya peeked at him through her fringe, now realizing her hair was a little greasy. "Yeah…" she cleared her throat," you're right. College isn't going anywhere. Don't know how well that will go with my mom, but it's worth the try."
"You have another year, too," he reminded her.
She smiled into her arms. "Double right."
Jaqen laughed warmly, like the dripping syrup on his fork. "Whatever the girl decides to do, she'll do it brilliantly." Jaqen wasn't smiling when she looked at him again. She knew what he was doing, picking through her armor until he found her weakness. "There is something else that worries you."
Arya refused to meet his eyes. She stared at the living room wall across the room and picked at her nail, contemplating the family photo hanging on the wall. "There's nothing else."
"Then why did you call me so urgently this morning if it was nothing?"
"I was horny and I knew you'd deliver." That might have come out meaner than she had wanted but she would rather offend her friend then discuss that.
"That is true, but I seem to recall that you had a boyfriend. Or whatever he was to you."
Arya bristled at that. It was one thing to think about it casually, in an offhand manner that she wouldn't consider hard enough to matter, and it was another to talk about it. With words. From her mouth. Reflecting her inner thoughts for Jaqen and anyone else to know. Arya would hold her deepest thoughts close to her, lest someone decided to use them against her. She had gone through enough shit for a lifetime in middle school. And there was no part of her that wanted to talk to Jaqen about Gendry, or anything Gendry related.
"It's really none of your business. You don't get to ask questions about my life," she said a bit harshly, sitting up in her chair straighter. The sudden shift in topics forced her back on her toes, and she was weary again. "You don't tell me a thing about your life and you expect to get to know mine."
Jaqen looked taken aback. Then his expression settled back into blankness just as quickly. He nodded politely and stood up. "I wasn't aware you wanted to know. But I have nothing to tell you of myself. I have no self to tell."
Arya rolled her eyes. "That sounds like a bullshit excuse if I ever heard one. Let me guess, you're married and have two kids. Or, no, you're an escaped convict, aren't you? You do seem a bit sketchy. You have sketchy friends at least."
"Don't judge a person for the company they keep."
"Why not? Because it's so guilt by association?" Arya scoffed and moved away from him and out of the kitchen. She stood between the threshold of the living room and kitchen, feeling more daring now that she was getting pissed. Anger was one of the few emotions she knew how to feel through and through, and she used that to her advantage. "I know you had something to do with the fire that killed Alfryd Snow. I don't know why you would have something to do with that unless you were in on the trafficking shit those guys were into. But, then again, I don't know anything about you." She steeled herself and pointed to the front door. "Just get out."
Jaqen frowned at her. "If that is what a girl wishes."
"Well it is, so get your shit and leave."
It was terribly anticlimactic how Jaqen H'ghar left so quickly, without even trying to get her to reconsider. Arya didn't know if that was a thing to be admired or not. But she watched him leave and disappear into his car then disappear to wherever the fuck he was going. Probably to do some shady things with shady people in the shady part of town where she had first met him when she was a freshman. In the end, Arya realized she didn't give any fucks to where he ended up. He made her realize something more important than his whereabouts.
She ran up the stairs with Nymeria on her heels and into the large bathroom she shared with Sansa. Nym was wagging her tail and sticking her tongue out at Arya as the girl turned on the shower and got undressed. Arya stopped thinking it was weird for her wolf to want to be in the bathroom with her when she showered. She just saw it as Nym wanting to make sure she was always safe.
Arya showered quickly and thoroughly, wanting to get the smell of sex and Jaqen off of her as soon as possible. Afterwards she dressed in another large shirt and flounced on her bed with his wolf, reaching out for her phone on her nightstand. Without overthinking it, she sent out a quick text to the boy who thought she was beautiful:
Can we talk?