"Arya?..."—
"Uh?"
"I asked you if you were up for it"-
"Yeah sure, whatever" I reply to Sansa not knowing what the hell I just agreed to.
I've been like this all week, my body present but my mind far away, up inside a penthouse with a man so sinful you go through all of Dante's layers of hell just by looking at him.
I'm in my designated spot again; the black sheep of the family. I haven't seen my two baby brothers since the engagement party since I don't want to see Mommy Dearest; I already look myself at the mirror every day, I don't have to have an example of what a cheating whore looks like. Jon refuses to speak to me, this I know via text message from Ygritte; she does however thank me for the angry sex... TMI. Sansa is going for her classic 'everything is fine / joker smile' act while Hot Pie, who is the only one willing to talk to me; I ignore. He came to my house with the Kama Sutra book demanding I told him exactly what happened that night in the hotel. Hell I don't even know! I know the word entails a whole lot but it was mind-blowing! It was astonishing! Amazing! MULTI ORGASMIC! Ugh!
"Ok… I'll call her tonight."- She says as we drive to another one of her therapy sessions with Syrio. I never go in with her but sometimes she just asks me to come with and I just hang out in the waiting room till she finishes. Sansa has improved 100 percent her whole abuse ordeal but still goes to therapy once a week, she says it keeps her focused. I on the other hand came more for myself, I'm going crazy cooped up in the apartment all by myself. I haven't heard anything from Gendry and the whole engagement thing is still something I'm trying to ignore. I don't start my classes till fall so that leaves me a lot of time to spend with Smalls who since my birthday has become the world's best boyfriend. Some would find that reassuring, me? I feel the knife twisting deeper.
"Good evening Miss Stark… Arya"— The receptionist says. Her I've known forever.
"How come my sister is Miss Stark and I'm just plain old Arya?" I smirk already lounging in one of the many comfy sofas.
"I tend to call people on a first name basis after they've threatened to skin me alive"—She smirks back while Sansa rolls her eyes. Everybody here knows my past and I always wasn't so 'cooperative' in my therapy sessions. A couple of minutes later Sansa is ushered inside and I'm left alone looking through the window. It's a gloomy day in the good old North. Cloudy, windy with a chance of rain, a cold hard one of course. I look at my phone willing it to ring. It does and I fumble with it but it's just Smalls. I'm a little shit!
Made it ok to the therapy session? SU*
Yeah, Sans already inside AR*
Great, text me if something comes up. I'm going to play rugby with the boys SU*
K'… AS*
Love U Arry SU*
The press has gone a bit wild with the news of our engagement. You'd think Robb was the main event but since the press and I suspect Mommy Dearest didn't care much about Jeyne and her lack of 'connections'; we are in the spotlight. Power couple, Northern Royalty, what's she gonna wear? When's the big day? Ugh… the press has been harassing all of us, another of the reasons I haven't left my house these past few days so Smalls has been shielding me from the outer world. Guilt aside is quite nice actually. Just the two of us, at home, slacking off, eating, watching tv. Kind of like when we first got together and Smalls was 'courting me'. He's the perfect gentleman so I'm relieved that after three days I can still pull off the hungover card enough to not get into anything physical with him. He can't see my black soul but he can definitely see my black and blue body. I have enormous hand prints all over, purple bruises on my hips, bite marks on my ass and enough hickeys to look like a Dalmatian. I represent what you would call 'properly fucked' and I've never felt better. My lower lips still tender from the strenuous assault, my scalp red from the constant hair pulling and my lips still bruised all from him. Gendry Waters is a beast and I would gladly give myself to him again. I can't resist him, he knows I can't resist him. That night inside the hotel room has been on a constant loop in my mind.
…
"Gendry… stop…"
"Uhmmm…."-
"Gen… Gendry stop…"
"You don't want me to stop"—He mumbles nibbling my neck.
"Bastard!"
He has me pinned to the wall. I can't see. I don't know if it's the steam from the hot water or how he clouds my mind. We're back inside the shower, initially I came alone but Gendry followed me back in a matter of seconds, devouring me like it was years since the last time he touched me. I can feel the tip of his cock pressing my entrance but I need a break, I'm spent. The man is a machine.
"Gendry if I come again I'm sure I am going to die"
"I'll make it slow Arya… making it last longer, give you more time here on earth"—
"How magnanimous of you Waters"
"Anything for M'Lady… now shut up"—Or rather he shuts me up, hoisting me up and filling my mouth with his tongue. I'm being honest when I tell you I'm spent. The man has made me cum more in one night that I have the past five years! No wonder the call orgasms 'the sweet slow death'. I go for diversion. I take his cock in my hand and start to stroke him, teasing him as he growls.
"Arya…"—He says making all the hair in my body stand up. He's as greedy as I am, he wants to be inside me. I can create a lop hole.
"I want to do something" I say gesturing him to put me down, giving Gendry a sweet little kiss on the lips, something I've notice gets him going on more than when we clash our mouths for dominance. My two feet are on the ground but I go lower, down to my knees looking up. Gendry already has his eyes closed as I continue to stroke him, my face leveled with his impressive length.
I never been a fan of going down on a guy, it really is a power trip having them completely at your mercy but other than that? Let's be honest; men are gross, poorly favored in the hygiene department but Gendry? There are men and then there's men. Groomed but not shaved off, musky; natural not cologne. He's pure testosterone and I can totally understand all those animal documentaries were they show how females fight for the head of the pack. I start to lick him over the sides, massaging his balls. I can't take him in my mouth in one go, he's too big so I do the best I can to get him worked up. His hands find the back of my head massaging me while I focus on his tip, precum glistening starting to pore out. If I do this right and quickly enough he'll be out for the count and I'll be able to rest for a while.
I take him in my mouth, making sure I match my breathing with my strokes, my hands never idle as my tongue changes position letting him slide into my mouth.
"Fuck… Arya…"—He shouts. I'm doing it right. I go faster as he clutches my head. In – out. In – out. His eyes wide open watching me, watching himself as he fucks my mouth. My hands focus on his balls, my fingers in that little spot right behind them that makes men go crazy but he's holding back so I bare my teeth a little. He loses it. The first squirt goes right through me, I swallow on instinct. But the second lands on my chin as he pushes me away from him, hoist me up again and impales me right through. I can feel him vibrating, emptying himself inside me but he still keeps on fucking me. In – out. In – out. I'm terribly wet and it isn't from the shower. "I fucking love having me in your mouth"- I told you he's greedy like me, he kisses me. Our spit and his cum a sweet elixir in my mouth. He pinches my clit making me scream has he pounds into me the last of his release. "Lean on the wall, don't fall!"—He says getting out of the shower. How the hell can he walk? Beats me. He can do whatever he wants with me from now on. My muscles don't work.
He comes back and lifts me up but doesn't go back to the bed. The hot tub is our destination as he goes inside still carrying me like a child, splashing water all over the floor as he gets in settling me in front of him in his lap. He starts cleaning me with a little sponge and I just lay there against his chest. Heaven…
"How can you even?..." I don't know if I said it or if I thought it but I definitely know that he's hard already against my back.
"Only for you Arya, only for you…"—He pounces at me yet again.
….
"I never thought I'd see the day Arya Stark would blush. Being engaged agrees with you child"—I'm pulled out of my daydreams by Syrio's voice. Sansa stands next to him giving him a pointing look but he remains looking at me with that same sardonic smile I've always wanted to smack out of his face.
"I suppose so…" I say clearing my voice.
"Sansa dear, why don't you go and schedule your next appointment while I have a quick word with your sister"—Syrio says while Sansa quickly obeys. I wait for her to be out of earshot to finally speak.
"Out with it. Whatever you're going to say; say it so I can leave"
"I wish for you to come next week with your sister to have a private session"—
"Why? Is she ok?" I say already on guard.
"Sansa will attend her weekly appointment, the private session is for you"—I roll my eyes. Syrio has this weird Jedi mind power that he always knows when something is wrong with you. Today I don't welcome it.
"I'm fine, dandy even"
"Getting married is no simple feat. It requires a large set of emotions. You don't do well with emotions"—
"And I'm not paying you to deal with them either. Goodbye Syrio"
"See you both next week"—He smirks as I leave as fast as I can.
The ride home is silent. Sansa told Syrio what I did with Gendry. Sansa knows I know. I know Sansa hates it when I'm mad at her. Silence. We arrive as fast as we can to my apartment. She can't take it anymore, she breaks when we're inside the elevator.
"I'm not good internalizing things Arya, I need to talk them out or I get them all twisted up"—
"Well I'm glad that works for ya…"
"I think it would be good for you as well, to speak with Syrio. He can help you fix things through"—
"Everything is fine Sansa, stop worrying" Stop meddling; I want to say but I keep my mouth shut.
"Nothing is fine Arya… what happened in the weekend? It has repercussions"—
"Nothing happened in the weekend! Whatever is brewing in that little head of yours just leave it at that. Are we clear?" Sansa finches, fuck. I hate when she does that. I hate it when she does that because of me. I can't bare the look on her face. I open the door.
"Clear on what?"—
"Robb!" I yell running to the kitchen where he's standing.
"There's my girls!"—He says hoisting me up in his arms while walking back and hugging Sansa, the three of us in a big hug.
"I thought you weren't coming back till Friday and oh my God Robb, you smell"—Sansa says as we both push him away. He's covered in mud from head to toe.
"Something came up and we had to cut the honeymoon short."—
"Is everything ok? Jeyne? The company?"— Sansa and I get closer to each other, our previous conversation forgotten as we hold hands. The years haven't exactly made us optimists.
"Everything is fine, I promise but I do need you both back at the Manor tonight. We're having a family dinner"—
"Great…" I mutter, just what I needed. I head to the kitchen were Smalls is fixing up a couple of sandwiches. "Hey, what's with all the mud?" I ask.
"Hi Arry"—He says giving me a kiss "I told you I was going to play rugby with some friends when Robb called me telling me he arrived back so I asked him to play with us, brilliant game by the way… We stopped by so I could get changed and head back to the manor, you know, save time. You girls are already ready so I'm going to take a quick shower, we'll stop by the hotel and then we'll head back. Robb has some clothes there as well"—
"What hotel?"
"Where I'm staying. It's in Wintertown. I'm sure you know which one it is."—Gendry's voice almost makes me faint. Almost. Well I do have to sit down in a kitchen stool when I finally turn around.
Sansa gasps as he strolls into the living room shirtless. I know she can appreciate the male form but her gasp is for the state that his body is in. He has nail marks all over his torso has if a wildcat got a hold of him, two hickeys on each side of that delicious V cut on his lower abs, a clear bite mark in his neck. I remember that one, that one I imprinted on him back at the restaurant. I also remember why he has a split lip. Jon… Sansa looks like a fish out of water and eyes me with a look that says 'did you do that?!'
"Dude we're not playing skins versus shirts. Put your clothes back on, my sisters are proper ladies"—Robb says punching his arm all bromance.
"I'll do it for Sansa; she's a lady… Arya is positively not"—He says looking straight into my eyes. Shit. Shit. Shit. Everyone laughs but I'm sweating buckets. Casually playing rugby with my fiancé? I shoot daggers at him but he ignores me starting up a conversation with Sansa. What kind of game is he playing?
Smalls is quick and we leave doing the rounds. We stop by Gendry's hotel but I prefer to wait in the car; it would be literally going back to the scene of the crime although… I wonder if he stayed in the penthouse. Back at the Manor I get a feeling of dread as we park the car. First of all Jon's pickup is here, that's just perfect and second; Smalls and I share the same look of puzzlement, his parent are also here. We go inside.
If I wasn't about to go into cardiac arrest I would actually enjoy the evening. Regardless of whose here; the house is filled with people, Dad loved that. He said it brought spirit and energy to the house. Baelish and Mommy Dearest are present; I can't do anything about that, they live here. Bran has some friends over, Old Man Reed's kids if I'm correct, Rickon is glued to Gendry and Ygritte is trying to put as much distance between him and Jon as possible. Robb and Jeyne are still in their own private marital bubble while Sansa is chatting up Smalls's parents. Theon is also here but he's upstairs, passed out I think. I say nothing, dinner came and went with me barely touching my food. I don't even lift my head. Blue eyes reach me every time.
"We'll we have an announcement to make…"—Robb says as dessert is being cleared from the table. "Jeyne and I are going to have a baby"—The room erupts in cheers and well wishes.
"Someone shouldn't have worn white to the wedding"—Catelyn mutters and I clinch my fists. No one heard her and I can't draw attention to me, not when Gendry is here.
"Congratulation my Boy. I'm sure Ned would be proud"—Greatjon says patting Robb in the back and standing up, he clinks his glass for attention. "I also have some news of my own that I wanted to share with you all"—I look at Smalls, he's as clueless as I am.
"Actually Robb your news come at a perfect time. I remember when you were all little runts giving Ned and I headaches and look at you now; all grown up. You're having a baby, Jon and Arya are getting married and well, I'm not getting any younger."
"Dad, is everything ok?"—Smalls says standing up next to me, I take his hand. Gendry is looking at me like a hawk.
"Never been better in my life son. All these changes have got me thinking. Eddard? May the Old Gods have his soul in peace, got taken from us real early, I'm still here and all I do is work."—
"Dare I say you had an epiphany Jon?"—Baelish asks with interest.
"As a matter of fact I did Littlefinger"—we all snicker, Greatjon doesn't like Baelish. "After a good time pondering by myself, talking with my advisors and hearing what the missus had to say I've decided to step down as Major of Winterfell"—
"Oh my God Jon, that is a very huge decision"—Catelyn says, for the life of her not comprehending why someone would chose to concede a position of power.
"Yes but it for the best, I'd like to spend some time home, not worry so much and relax"—
"But what about the campaign for reelection? It's right around the corner"—it's Smalls turn to ask.
"Actually that's where you come in son, I want you to run in my place"—
"WHAT?!"—Well that certainty got me to forget Gendry at least for a while.
"Are you crazy Dad? I can't run for Major!"—
"Of course you can, you've been by my side for the last three terms, you know the works"—
"Yes, but as a simple campaign aid. Not as an actual candidate!"—
"Darling you've been groomed for the position, with your impending nuptials we think it's the perfect time"—Smalls's mother says and I start to sweat again. Thankfully Smalls is here to speak for me.
"What does me marrying have to do with anything?"—
"You're young, you're popular and you have a beautiful woman by your side who has an equal strong family name behind her. You're a campaign manager's dream"—Baelish says as if I could hate him even more. I stand up.
"I'm sorry but aren't you all jumping the gun a bit?"
"He graduated top of his class with a degree on political science, he's ready!"—Greatjon says as I turn towards Smalls.
"Is this what you want?" I'm fucking angry, everyone is listening to us, Gendry is listening to us. Smalls seems unsure "I don't know… I mean, I know I wanted to dip my hands in the family business at some point but running for Major? That's kind of a big step. What do you think Ar?"—
"I'm floored as you are" I say with honesty.
"You say yes, that's what you do. Oh Greatjon this is really truly marvelous news. This way we can have the wedding in exactly two months"—Catelyn says jumping up and down.
"I'm sorry, what?!"— Most of the people present know my moods, the temperature drops a notch. Smalls stands in front of me, Bran discretely takes my cutlery away.
"You have a good chance of winning if you run, you're a given if you're married. If you marry before the campaign starts you can exploit the whole newlyweds angle"—Greatjon says as he where talking about baseball stats.
"So you want me to marry your son for political gain?"
"Well, it did start that way and now look at you, all in love!"—He says while I feel slapped.
"Please excuse me" I mutter taking deeps breaths. Blue eyes beating into my skull as I walk away to the gardens. Champagne, Champagne; my mother's joy the last thing I hear before I reach outside.
Two months? I'm getting married in two months? This cannot be happening!
"I want to take care of the wedding!"—Baelish startles me with his slimy voice.
"Oh my God would you just give me five minutes alone before you bask in my misery?"
"Full power, catering, music, flowers, the whole organization. With the publicity that media will give it my company will have great exposure"—
"So not only am I getting a quickie wedding but a tacky and tasteless one? Go fuck yourself Baelish! You're not leaching a dime out of me"
"You think I don't know we're you disappeared to the night of your birthday?"—I freeze. He smiles.
"Oh yes, you think no one saw you leave? That I'm stupid enough like your mother to believe that the day after you were 'sleeping the alcohol off'? I think I'll ask; Gendry is his name right? Yes, Gendry. I think I'll ask Gendry how it feels to have your lover announce her wedding date right in front of him"—
"He was a quick fuck, he means nothing…" I square off. Dancing with Baelish is dangerous, my Dad never even tried to do it.
"You can't bear to look him in the eyes… if that doesn't say enough what about Smalls? You care about him do you?"- Fuck "Regardless if he runs for major he would be devastated if he found out you cheated on him, the entire Umber family appalled after you break the arraigned marriage. What remains of the Stark name will finally be put to the ground"—
I. FUCKED. UP.
I. FUCKED. UP and the Littlefucker knows it. He has me, he finally has me.
At some point Petyr Baelish has managed to fuck up every member of this family except me and now the fucker is blackmailing me.
"Fine…" I say, so this is what it's like to strike a deal with the devil.
"Excellent... I'll cry at your wedding"—He turns and leaves with a smile on his face.
My hands are numb from the cold, I don't know how long I stayed outside till I heard footsteps. I don't say anything, I just let him cover me with his jacket as I start to cry like the coward I am.
"What do I do Jon? What do I do?"
"Shhhh…"—He says sitting on a bench, rocking me back and forth.
"You do your duty Arya. You marry Smalls"-
