So here we have chapter 14! I'd just like to take a moment of your time and say thank you to everyone who has supported me through this story! It means so much to me!

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Chapter 14

Arya woke to the feeling of a hand weaving in and out of her tousled locks, gently untangling the knots. Something warm and firm was pressed against her. The smell of masculinity engulfed her. Weird, since she was sleeping in her own bed.

But then she remembered that she wasn't sleeping in her own bed, and the warmth pressed against her was Gendry, his hand played with her hair. She stirred, only to find him smiling down at her, propped up on his elbow, leaning his head in his hand.

"Morning…" Gendry said, his voice husky and low.

She remembered what had taken place the night before, and she almost felt nauseous with guilt. "Fuck!" she spat and threw the blanket off her and scrambled out of bed.

"Wait!" Gendry tried to grab her arm but Arya yanked it free and quickly burst out of the room, completely ignoring the fact that she was naked.

How could she have done this? Why had she done this? Okay, why was obvious. Because she had feelings for him and he admitted to feeling the same way, so they ended up in bed. Gods, she felt like such a slut, fucking a guy she knew perfectly well had a girlfriend he 'couldn't' break up with.

"Arya, please! Just hold on a second!" Gendry tried to reason with her but Arya wouldn't have it. He managed to grab, and turn her around. Small tears tainted the corners of her eyes. Gendry cupped her face with both of his hands and crashed his lips against hers.

For a moment all the anger and guilt disappeared as she let Gendry comfort her with the gentle touch of his lips. Then her senses caught up with what was happening and Arya pushed him off her. "Fucking hell, Gendry! You think kissing me can make everything okay?"

"I was only trying to calm you!"

"Well it didn't work!" Her breath was uneven and her cheeks flushed with embarrassment. "What we did was wrong! Shit! It was so wrong and you kiss me and think that was a good way to calm me! I can't even handle this!"

Gendry looked surprisingly calm considering the situation that another argument about to break out and the fact that they were as naked as the way they were delivered. "I'm sorry. But hey look, I'm clean if that's what you're worried about!"

Arya scoffed and stepped back. "For fuck's sake, Gendry! I'm not stupid nor naïve. Of course I get that you're clean! I'd like to think that if you had an STD you would tell me about it or at least use a condom! Am I wrong?"

"No" Gendry murmured and looked down on his feet for a moment before facing her again. He looked a little more flushed now. Arya turned and bolted towards her room but Gendry stopped her again. "You can't run from every problem!"

"Let go of me!" Arya wretched her arm free from Gendry's grasp. "Give me some space, at least!"

She disappeared into her room and grabbed the nearest clothes, which probably needed washing but she didn't care, and her phone and practically ran inside her bathroom. If Gendry was still in the living room he didn't try and talk to her.

Arya quickly dialed the number to the one person's voice she desperately wanted to hear. She put on her underwear and balanced the phone between her shoulder and ear. The tones kept on coming but no one answered.

"Come on, Jon!" Arya growled. "Answer the damn phone!"

When all she got in response was his voice mail, Arya hung up with way more force than necessary and threw the phone in the dry sink. She was about to put on the pair of sweat pants she had grabbed when she noticed something else that only added to her guilt.

His cum had seeped down her thighs during the night and had now dried itself to the inside of her them. Great! Exactly what she needed! Another reminder of her adultery. Frustrated, Arya removed her phone from the sink and poured some water in the palm of her hand to wash it away. She rubbed hard and used her nails to scrape away the now sticky substance from her legs. After she had finally removed it, she put her sweat pants on along with the sports bra and loose green t-shirt she had grabbed.

Jon still didn't answer his stupid phone. Damn him!

"Hi, Jon, it's me" Arya said after the beep had sounded. She tried to sound calm and collected like Syrio always taught even though she felt like crying, screaming and cursing all at once. "Look, I know you weren't supposed to come and get me until a few days. But something has happened and I really need to get away from here. Call me when you get this, okay? I love you." She hung up.

Next thing Arya called Brienne, knowing that she would pick up even if she was asleep.

"Hello?" Brienne croaked on the other line.

"Are you awake?" Arya asked.

"I am now…"

"Whatever! Look, you haven't left for Tarth yet, right?" Arya tapped her foot repeatedly on the floor as she waited for Brienne's answer.

"Still in King's Landing. Why?"

"Good. I need to talk, can you meet me at the breakfast diner?"

"Yeah, sure…"

Well at the diner Arya got to rant about what had happened. Brienne sat quiet with a stoic look on her face as Arya told her about the events of last night. Arya told her about her fight with Gendry and what happened after, excluding of course the r-rated parts.

She didn't like what she had done. Obviously she was ashamed of it. But being with him had felt so good, so right. Never before had anyone made her feel that good. Arya had had two sexual partners in the past. The first one was Aegon Targaryen, her first and only boyfriend so far. He had been the one she lost her virginity to. The other one was a one night stand with a boy she had met in the Riverlands last year when she and her family had been visiting her dreadful aunt and just as obnoxious son at the Eyrie.

"So as you can see, I've really fucked up" Arya ended her story.

Brienne eyed her for a moment with her head tilted to the side, then sighed slowly. "It's not so bad, Arya" she then said.

"Oh, really?" Arya couldn't believe her ears. This wasn't a big deal? "I'd say it is! I fucked my roommate who I know have a girlfriend. How is this not that bad'?"

"Other have it worse." Arya cocked an eyebrow, expecting an answer. Brienne shrugged. "Well, I'm in love with my gay best friend. That's worse!"

Arya tried not to, but she laughed anyway. Soon Brienne chimed in and laughed with her. Honestly, the situation wasn't funny, but maybe a good laugh was what she needed.

They had just calmed down and Arya had taken a bite of her bacon when her phone rang. She immediately recognized Jon's number. Finally!

"Finally, Jon" Arya exclaimed loudly. "Why didn't you answer the fucking phone?"

"I was asleep!" Jon argued. "Now why do you suddenly need to leave right away?"

Arya sighed, not sure of how to approach the subject. The last thing she wanted was to tell Jon that she wanted to go home early because she had fucked her roommate and now things were awkward. "It's a little difficult to explain, I just need to go home, please!" Before Jon had a chance to answer, she added something else. "And don't give me the bullshit about not being able to come because I know it's your day off!"

She could hear Jon sigh on the other end. "If I leave now, I can be there to pick you up later in the afternoon…"

"Oh, Jon, thank you!" She was truly grateful for her brother's help.

Back at the apartment, Arya heard the sound of the shower in Gendry and Hot Pie's bathroom. Good… Now there wouldn't be a chance for an awkward encounter for at least a while.

She quickly packed what she would need to spend Christmas back at Winterfell. As she would still return in time for New Year's like she originally planned she wouldn't be in the need to pack that much. Arya had a feeling her mom and Sansa would drag her out to by a Christmas dress, as they did every year. Therefore she could always ignore packing formal wear, and for that she was grateful. Sweet, dear mommy Catelyn would throw a tantrum if Arya had gotten any of her fine dresses wrinkly.

After she packed Arya spent the rest of the day wandering around aimlessly on campus and the city. She had no interest in being inside the dorm where she knew Gendry would be and would desperately try and mend things between them.

Around five she got a message from Jon saying that he was close and she should get ready to leave. His car had just pulled in as Arya had made it back.

"Jon!" she cried and threw herself in his arms, barely giving him a chance to exit the vehicle.

"Hey sis" he answered and hugged her tightly back. "How are you doing?"

"Fine… My luggage is upstairs."

"Okay, then let's go and get it. I want to hit the road again as soon as possible since we won't be back until tonight."

Arya led the way up the stairs. On the way up they met Shireen who was in the midst of bringing her own suitcase down the stairs to spend Christmas with her father at Dragonstone and his according to Shireen 'creepy and weird' new girlfriend Melisandre.

Jon was just about to finish a crazy story of how Ygritte somehow mad managed to set their couch on fire using a watch when they entered the apartment.

"Look, Arya no matter how you feel about this we have to-" Gendry stood in the middle of the living room speaking loudly but interrupted himself when he saw the tall, curly haired young man enter behind her. A flash of recognition crossed his eyes. Arya had shown him the picture of her and Jon just a few days ago.

"Feel about what?" Jon questioned with a suspicious look in his stark grey eyes.

Shit, Arya thought. "Nothing" she quickly said. Think of a lie, just think of a damn lie! "We were only having a discussion about how to spend New Year's eve." It was a weak lie and she knew it. However it would have to do.

"Right…" It was easy to tell from his tone that he didn't believe her. "Are you her roommate?" The question was for Gendry.

Gendry stood taller and held out his hand. Arya could see that he was a bit wary from Jon's piercing eyes, but he took it like the proud, stubborn man that he was. "One of two" Gendry answered. Jon took his hand. It looked like he was testing him by seeing how hard of a handshake Gendry could handle. "Gendry."

"Jon." The eyed each other before releasing their hands. "I'm her older brother." He put emphasize on the words 'older brother'.

"Yeah, I know." Gendry tried a small smile, which Jon almost didn't return.

"Okay!" Arya said loud and slow, interrupting their staring match. "Jon, didn't you say something about wanting to hit the road as soon as possible? I'm going to get my suitcase."

Both Gendry and Jon were leaning against a wall each in an awkward silence when Arya exited her room. Gendry gave her a relieved look when she entered the living room.

"Have a good Christmas" Gendry said as they were about to leave.

Arya turned around so that Jon couldn't see that her smile was stiff and forced. "Yeah, you too."

The ride was relatively uneventful. Around seven they stopped at a McDonalds to grab some dinner before continuing. Jon tried to pry about what Gendry had meant a couple of times. Arya quickly changed the subject every time. This was the last thing Jon needed to know, he would lose his shit.

For a while she had been feeling uncomfortable down there. It stung, and felt sticky. She had a pretty good idea what it was about, but that was another thing she wouldn't share with her brother.

"Hey, Jon?"

"Yeah?" Jon answered, not taking his eyes off the road.

"Can we stop at the nearest gas station? I really have to go to the bathroom."

Jon shot her a suspicious glare, probably remembering that she had been to the bathroom when they stopped at McDonalds. "Sure…"

Fifteen minutes later they came across a station and Arya grabbed her simple black purse and walked inside to locate the bathroom.

She never liked public bathrooms. The stalls were always so disgusting and it always smelled like piss. Also public bathrooms are always out of soap and that she found extremely annoying.

When she had safely locked herself inside one of the stalls she sat down on the toilet and removed her panties. Yep… There it was. The mean red splotch right there on her underwear, good thing she always had emergency pads and tampons in her purse.

This was probably a good thing… At least now she could eliminate another unwanted side effect. Guilt was the only one left now…

So let's see how the aftermath plays out, shall we? The next chapter is on its way! Give me a review of all your opinions!

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