(A/N: I'm thinking just a few more chapters to this story and then it's done. I don't know...we'll see how this goes. But okay, you can stop with the death threats on PM. I'm posting this as fast as I could. Haha. And since you've all made me happy about reading and reviewing, I'm posting the next chapter, like, RIGHT NOW.
Oh, and did I mention a little Gendrya smut? Enjoy!)
It was the longest walk he's ever done.
He didn't know that he was almost dragging Arya in his hurry to get back home when he felt her give his hand a small tug. He stopped to look at her and found her smiling, her hair windswept and her cheeks flushed pink. He smiled in return and started walking again, this time slowing his pace so she could catch up. Nymeria trotted at the same pace and stayed close to them. When they finally reached the house, he did a quick scan for a sign of their brothers and grinned when no one was around.
He pulled her quickly up the stairs and led her towards his room. She suddenly halted, letting go of his hand and frantically looked down the hall.
"I left Tommen in my room earlier. He's on Skype with Bran and Rickon."
"Let them be," he answered, taking Arya's hand once again. "They don't have to know we're back."
"Nymeria's here, stupid," she raised her brow in question. "She can't just be back without us."
Gendry exhaled deeply, bordering in frustration and annoyance. "Fine. Wait here."
He quickly went down the stairs, going back up in a few with Nymeria on his heels. He turned to look at her and raised his hand in signal to ask her to wait and then continued to walk towards her room. Gendry knocked softly until Tommen opened the door.
Arya went inside Gendry's room before Tommen could see her. She looked around; black and white painted walls, black hardwood floors, a white bed with a blue bedspread and a matching blue area rug at the foot of the bed. There was a white round-shaped lamp with metallic legs. Charcoal sketches framed in white were hanging from one part of the wall, much like the framed sketches she knows are hanging from the living room walls. A blue bean bag stands on one side of the bed. A desk is on the other side of the room, along with his laptop, some books and a black swivel chair. Very modern, she thought. For a guy, the room was clean and organized. Arya was surprised and pleased. She smiled as she thought of how he's more neat than her when it comes to keeping a room.
"What are you smiling about?" Gendry asked as he walked inside the room, taking a seat on the edge of the bed. He was smiling that beautiful smile of his, and Arya felt her knees go weak once more.
"I left Nymeria with Tommen," he added a while later.
He continued to stare at her – really stare at her.
"Come here," was all he said and Arya didn't waste any more time.
She crossed the room in three strides and now she's sitting astride his lap - for the second time that day – and they were kissing once again.
After a few soft, sweet kisses, Arya felt one of Gendry's hands move from the side of her face to the back of her neck, a signal that he wanted to get deeper into the kiss. His other hand moved from her hip to her back, gently pushing her towards him until there was no more space left between their chests. She felt him pull back a bit, much to her disappointment, but gasped aloud when she felt him kiss the corner of her mouth until his lips made its way along her jawline. She leaned her head back, savoring the feel of his lips on the sensitive skin of her neck and biting her lip to stop from giggling as his breath tickled her.
Her head was already spinning by the time he got to nibbling on her earlobe. And when he started sucking on it lightly, she couldn't help giggling. She felt him chuckle but didn't let up on his playful assault. Arya's hands entwined themselves around his neck, her hands grasping his soft but thick black hair.
He was making her dizzy but she loved it.
She didn't know how long they've been at it, but then again she never noticed anything else when he was kissing her. Like that night in the Jacuzzi, she is fast losing herself to the feeling of his kisses on her lips and skin and she's excited and delirious and scared and so fucking aroused she feels like she's going to burst from it all.
At times, Gendry would pull back from the kiss and just embrace her; pressing his nose to the side of her neck as if he was breathing in her scent. She laughed when he said she smelled like vanilla and strawberries.
"I thought you said vanilla was too plain," she said huskily.
"Not anymore," he replied, his voice raspy even to his own ears.
His lips went back to her neck, until his soft kisses and nips turned into soft, light bites. Arya clutched his head even closer, her breath coming out in gasps as he licked and kissed the spots he bit. She thought she heard Gendry gasp too, and again, she wasn't too sure because thinking wasn't exactly part of what they were doing right now.
Her eyes widened when she felt his hand trail from her back to the underside of her breast. Gendry stopped for a moment and looked at her, as if pleading with her eyes but still asking permission to go on. Arya could only nod before she pulled his head back towards her. Gendry let out a growl, and Arya was again reminded of how much he sounded like her pet.
She shivered when his hand moved slowly, removing her shirt and gently unhooking her bra until he came in direct contact with the underside of her breast. His thumb caressed the soft skin, making Arya squirm on his lap. Another growl - although this time she thinks it was from her – and she pressed herself closer to that part of him.
Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! The voice in Gendry's head chanted the words as he felt Arya press herself closer to him still. He was sure she could feel his erection but instead of feeling embarrassed, he reveled in the feeling of her softness against his hardness. The thinking part of his brain said they should keep their shorts on. He wasn't planning on doing anything beyond kissing and making out, but everything felt so good and now he's so fucking aroused and close to the point of actually asking it from her. Still, the thought didn't stop him from pulling both their shirts off.
Stop! Stop! Stop! Stop! says the voice in his head again; the one that reminds him to use his head and not just his heart and his senses. But it was like his hands and lips were moving out of their own accord; pulling and grasping and clutching Arya's hips and back and hair and at that moment, he feels lost.
And then Arya started grinding her hips to his and he's gone. He lies back on the bed, pulling Arya with him, their lips still connected. He pulls her thighs closer until that part of her was directly on top of his erection. He heard Arya's breath come out in short bursts, her hips still grinding onto his until the slow movements turned frantic.
"Oh god, Arya…" he groaned, leaning his head back, his hips moving along with hers. Dry-humping was not exactly what he had in mind but they were too far gone to be thinking about going back. The only thing he could think of was that she feels so good like this and realized his little wolf is going to fucking make him come this first time.
And seven hells, he's going to come. Hard.
He squeezed his eyes shut, pulling her body to his and locked his arms around her small form. He was now thrusting his hips faster and harder between her thighs and felt her whimper; his name coming out in gasps as she held tighter into his embrace.
The pressure kept building and building and building until he felt his entire being burst into a billion tiny fragments that left him weak and sated and impossibly wanting for more. He heard Arya softly cry out soon after, and he squeezed her tighter as she rode out her first feeling of fulfillment.
They remained like that for a while, letting the fast beating of hearts slow down and their breaths return to normal. Gendry ran his hands up and down her back in soothing motions until Arya finally (and to Gendry's disappointment) shifted to his side and buried her face to the side of his neck.
"Holy. Shit."
Gendry chuckled at her description of what just happened. It was definitely a holy shit moment, although Gendry would have used Sweet Jesus that was out of this world amazing.
"You okay?" he asked, turning her face up and leaning down to give her a soft kiss.
"Are you kidding me?" she asked with an incredulous expression on her face. "I just died right there."
They both laughed.
"I'm sorry," he said a while later, his tone softening. "If you think all this is too fast."
Arya partly raised herself from the bed, leaning on one elbow. "Yeah, fast. But we both know this is where it's going anyway. Unless…"
Gendry raised his brows in question.
Arya continued. "Unless you're having regrets now…after…uhm…so…"
He pulled her back down and gave a little squeeze. "Shut up."
"Wow. One orgasm and you're already bossing me around."
"Wow. One orgasm and you're still snarky as shit."
Arya laughed before sitting up. "Um, I should leave before anyone finds me here."
Gendry watched as she grabbed her shirt and bra on the floor and put it on. She was trying to avoid his gaze, realizing that she's now suddenly feeling shy and a little embarrassed. He too grabbed his discarded shirt from the floor and put it on. Arya was about to leave when he gently grabbed her elbow pulled her back to his side.
"Hey," he said softly. "Don't feel embarrassed. No regrets, remember? And if you're worried about your brothers finding out about us, we don't have to tell anyone yet. Not until you're ready."
She gave a small nod. He kissed her one last time before finally letting her go.
"See you at dinner?" he asked, a grin bursting from his face.
She gave an equally bright grin and replied, "See you at dinner."
"So you're telling me Ramsay's finally gone over to the dark side?"
Robb laughed at Hot Pie's question. They were hanging out at Doughnuts of Dorne that afternoon - Robb, Jon, Joffrey and Hot Pie - when the Stark brothers finally decided to tell the other two.
"I mean, it's not so surprising considering Ramsay's a spoiled brat who practically does whatever he wants, but getting using and dealing is a whole different level, don't you think?" Hot Pie added, a shocked expression on his face.
"Problem is, our cousin's hanging around that spoiled brat and I don't want Theon to get into trouble." Jon said, rubbing his hands over his face in frustration.
"I wasn't the least bit surprised too. When Gen told me about it, my first thought was also Theon and how he doesn't deserve to be in the middle of Ramsay and his fucked up ways," said Joffrey with a shake of his head. "Alright, so what do we do?"
"We have to tell Theon and hopefully he listens to us," Jon said. "He already thinks Ramsay and his friends are a fun bunch, but I'm scared to think about how much fun they'll be once Theon gets in too deep with this."
"Dude, just tell him straight out," said Hot Pie.
Just then, Robb's phone rings. He held out his phone and showed everyone the name on the screen. "Great timing. Yo, dickwad," Robb said as he picked up the call, and tried his best to keep his tone as normal as possible. "What's up?"
The rest of them listened to a one-sided conversation until Robb ended the call. "He's ten minutes away and he's coming over."
"Aw, shit," Joffrey exclaimed.
Hot Pie stood and said, "Well, if we're going to wait for the longest ten minutes of our life, we might as well have coffee and cake."
"Is this going to be, like, our last meal?" Joffrey said in jest.
"Actually," Robb answered with a laugh. "Hot Pie just wants us to lose the abs to flabs."
"Every time I walk out of here, I already feel ten pounds heavier than when I walked in. Just looking at these sweets is almost the same as actually eating them," Jon added glumly.
Hot Pie held up his middle finger and everyone laughed. "Yeah, yeah. Tell me that again when I stop giving you all free food and coffee."
Ten minutes later (and after Jon's second slice of cake), Theon walked in with a noticeable bounce to his step. He high-fived everyone in the booth before taking a seat beside Joffrey.
"What's happening, douchebaggins?" Theon asked, stealing a cookie from Robb's plate.
"Dude, serious talk's about to happen." Joffrey answered.
"Ooooh! Is this about Gendry and Arya?" Theon asked, a devilish grin suddenly appearing on his face.
"What?" Robb asked, his tone with a hint of surprise.
"Uh oh." Theon said, equally surprised as Robb.
"Yes, uh oh. What's with Gendry and my sister?" Robb asked again, his jaw clenching.
Hot Pie waved his hands in the air. "Okay, back to the topic to be discussed, guys!"
Joffrey nodded. "There's some serious shit going in with Ramsay that we think you should know."
"Ramsay?" Theon asked, his brows furrowing. "What's with Ramsay?"
"What's with Gendry and Arya?" Jon asked gruffly.
"Let's just say you didn't hear anything from me, okay," Theon said with a grimace. "Can you just explain what's this about Ramsay?"
Robb exhaled in frustration. "Do you have any idea what Ramsay does during his, ah, free time?"
Theon shrugged. "The guy works part-time for his dad's real estate business, I don't really know."
Joffrey scoffed. "Dude, you think Ramsay's into real estate? That's so full of shit."
Theon ran his hand through his unruly hair in frustration. "So, tell me! Enough with the guessing games already."
"Ramsay's using and dealing."
Theon stared at Robb in disbelief. "No, seriously."
"No, seriously, man," Robb snapped back. "Ramsay Bolton is using and dealing drugs and if you don't believe us right this very minute, you're going to be stuck in the middle of his circle of friends and no one's going to be able to bail you out."
"You're all full of shit," Theon said angrily. "Ramsay may be immature and bratty at times but to accuse him of using and dealing is going overboard."
"I saw them. And his friends weren't exactly discreet about asking Gendry to jump in with them," Robb said, as angry as Theon now.
"Lie! Maybe if you know what Gendry's doing with your sister, you wouldn't believe him too easily!" Theon said as he got out of the booth.
They were all stunned by Theon's words. The Stark brothers were struck speechless, intrigued by the sudden turn of events.
"Ask the prick what he and Arya were doing in the park earlier. If his answer doesn't involve the words public display of affection, then you're friends with an asshole too."
Theon left without looking back, his words hanging in the air.
"Well," Hot Pie said morosely. "That went well."
