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Chapter Ten

Gendry carried her from the car and into his apartment, like the lady she was. He could not believe that he was here, with her in his arms, in his flat. There were no words passed between them as he took her into his bedroom- their bedroom for he had still kept her poster of the Beetles on the wall, her underwear in the bottom drawer, her picture on the top shelf. He did not peel his eyes away from hers. He wanted to tell her, beyond the power of speech, that she was the only woman in the world, the only thing in his life that mattered, the only one that owned him, body and soul. And, so, he told her.

Arya just looked back, her eyes wide in disbelief and anxiety. Here stood Gendry, her Gendry. He was holding her, telling her things that needed no words. She knew he loved her. She could feel it as he held her against his body, sharing the excitement that passed between them like friction. She was going to tell him how much she loved him in return.

Gendry laid her, gently, upon the mattress without taking his eyes off her. She smiled and brought a cool hand to the back of his neck and firmly brought him to her lips. She kissed him, softly, like a gentle graze, almost not there. He kissed back, with equal delicacy: he wanted her to know that she was everything to him, that he would protect her, that he would not let anyone take her from him, that nothing in the world could come between, that she had him.

Arya responded by pulling away and looking deep into his eyes. They were so blue and filled her with sadness. She wished she had never run away. She should have stayed. And just when regret was about to ruin the moment, Gendry kissed her again, this time more urgently, with deep wanting. She soon forgot remorse and found his lips with greater want than she had ever had.

Gendry traced kisses from her lips to left ear, first nibbling the lobe and then coming to a soft place behind her ear. He held her to him, her head resting on his shoulder as she clung to his shoulder through the shirt, desperately wanting to be absorbed by only him. She had never felt this before, not ever.

Gendry let his hand rake through her hair so he could cradle her head as the other hand caressed her cheek. She sighed and he knew she was ready.

Arya let him undo the dress's zipper, leaving her exposed before him only in her brassiere and lace underwear. At first she felt shame, hoping her small body could be enough for him, enough to make him happy and whole. But when Gendry audibly held his breath in reverent awe, she felt no shame, only want. She called out to him in choked gasps, "I want you, Gendry… all of you."

Gendry smiled, "As you wish, m'lady" He kissed her quick and hard, as she helped him out of his shirt. He pulled away so he could see her face. Arya moaned at the site of him.

How long had it been since she had seen him, truly seen him? Too long and it made her ache. The chiseled muscles of chest and abs rippled under her breezy touch. Gendry moaned, as if it, too, ached somewhere in him from the longing. She reached up and kissed his right shoulder, wanting him to know there would be no pain no more. She let her hands caress every inch of his chest and back. She propped herself up so she could kiss is arms, neck, face, and lastly lips. Each kiss intensified her sensations, wanting him so badly to find her.

And, Gendry did find her. He peeled away the clothes that remained and let her admire him. She purred and let him remove her underwear. She lay there, letting him burn every inch of her into memory. She let his fingers roam, mapping every mark, every bump, every stretch of skin. Her desire for him grew and she pulled him to her, letting their bodies touch until there was no space in between them. She could feel him swell and she closed her eyes as if to say a prayer of thanksgiving.

Gendry slipped a hand under her, in the space just below her lower back. He pulled her up so he could grind his hip to hers, letting the heat between them rise. She could feel him want her now. So, she raised her lips to his ears, "You will be my first and only." It was a promise. She could feel him exhale his relief over her back. Arya thanked herself for all the times she had not let Theon in.

Arya spread her legs as Gendry positioned himself. Suddenly, she was afraid of the pain that would soon follow. Gendry must have read her mind, for he took her hands in his and kissed them. "I will be slow, m'lady." Her fear vanished.

Gendry eased himself into her, slowly, making the act of breaking her maidenhead an almost painless course. Arya gasped when her body swallowed him; and he thought he had hurt her, so he kissed her cheek and whispered, "I'm sorry."

Arya replied, "No… don't be. I can feel you in me… Now, you are me."

This filled Gendry with more love and he kept his promise. He waited until she moved to position herself and he soon moved with her. She groaned, now the pain a faint memory. She moved again, starting a rhythm of her own, and he followed her. He was good to her as their bodies became one entity. The pain, only a distant memory, was soon replaced with the unity of their moans as they made love. They never let their eyes roam; they just looked at each other, letting their souls fuse into one.

When Arya closed her eyes as the pleasure swept through her, Gendry begged her to keep her eyes open so he could see them. He wanted tell her everything she made him feel. And when he did, they bodies released a floodgate of unimaginable pleasure, making come undone in each other's arms.

When they had finished, Gendry kissed her forehead. He was sweaty and spent, and rolled off her, leaving Arya shuddering as the final rush of pleasure swept through her. She laid there, staring at the ceiling, wishing a car's taillights could come, but the room was full of light. So, she just listened to them catch their breath and realize the time apart had never really happened- she was in his bed, in his room, in his arms looking for taillights.

Gendry drew her to his side. He held her hand over her damp belly, his fingers tightly laced around hers, letting her know that he was there. He wrapped her tiny head and kissed the top. She wrapped her arm around his neck and did not let go.

"I love you, Gendry," Arya said, looking at him straight in the eyes.

"I love you, m'lady," Gendry said seriously.

"How will we make it work?" There was no doubt in her voice; she was certain there was a way.

"I will take the Vice President position in Braavos Robb asked me to take last week. We could get our own place." He saw the smile light up her face. He was ready to tell her. "I can wait until you finish university, so I can make you into a proper wife." He said it in a whisper, just for her to hear even though there weren't others present.

She punched his shoulder playfully, "Arya Waters." She liked the way it sounded, but she was not going to let him see her all caught up. "It does not sound half as bad."

Gendry laughed loudly. "So that's a 'yes'?" He knew the answer already, but wanted her to say it.

"Yes," she giggled, "Yes."

Gendry kissed her lips, "You and me."

Arya nodded, "You are me."