Sorry about how slow I update on this! It's just hard, even though I'm extremely witty (ahaha complimenting myself), sometimes I'm just not feeling the funny, if that makes sense.

Gendry woke up squinting. They had forgotten to close the shades again, and the sun streamed in from the window. Right onto his face, of course. It wasn't the first time that he was grateful the window faced a solid brick wall. That saved him a lot of awkward moments with his neighbors.

Next to him Arya stirred and then rolled over, leaving a little drool stain on the pillow. Gendry chuckled to himself, making a mental note to use that as ammunition, if ever needed. If he was being completely honest, a little drool was a big improvement from what it had been like when they had started sleeping together, as in actually sleeping. Arya wasn't big on sharing in her sleep, and Gendry had such bad bruising the first few months from her kicking him literally off the bed that Hot Pie had asked him if he and Arya were into S&M. It was a conversation Gendry liked to forget.

He checked the time to see that it was 8:30. Plenty of time until they had to leave to get ready for the wedding. 'The wedding.' It sounded weird, like it wasn't his wedding, but someone else's. Oh yeah, he was going to the wedding today. But it wasn't just any wedding, was it? 'Arya and I are getting married.'

It seemed so surreal. But it shouldn't have, should it? Gendry pondered this as he got up and went to the bathroom. They practically lived at each others houses, but practically living wasn't the same as actually living. He had a feeling he was in store for a lot more fighting. 'And a lot more make-up sex.' He grinned at himself in the mirror stupidly.

Speaking of sex, he decided to brush his teeth, just in case. He knew, from experience, that more often than not, Arya liked to wake him up and get right down to business. He might as well get his teeth cleaned first, to save time. 'It's only logical.'

After he had finished, he slipped into bed and rolled over, closing his eyes. Listening to Arya's snores, he let his mind wonder where ever it wanted, which seemed to be to the wedding. He couldn't help but be a bit nervous. What if he tripped or something? Or dropped the ring? Or missed Arya's mouth when he kissed her? Well, maybe the last one wasn't something to worry about, but the others were. He was never good with ceremonies.

"Get up."

Gendry barely had time to snap out of his reverie before he was staring right up at Arya, who was wide awake and only a few inches from him, having just pounced on top of his no-longer-peaceful form.

"Don't do that," he moaned, pulling his pillow over his head. Arya wrenched it off him, throwing it over her shoulder.

"Go away," he whined. "I'm tired."

"What?" Arya teased, leaning forward and trailing kisses up his arm to his shoulder. "Did I wear you out last night?"

"Go away," Gendry snapped again, despite the fact that her kisses were leaving tingles on his arm. "Let me sleep, wench."

Arya laughed.

"Go brush your teeth," she said. "I want to fool around."

Gendry turned around and popped an eye open, pretending to be surprised. Arya looked so pleased with herself that it made it all worth it.

"I hardly think that's a good idea," he said, frowning. "Isn't today the day you get married?"

Arya gave him an annoyed huff.

"I thought we weren't going to discuss that," she said, playing along crossing her arms over her chest in a very over-exaggerated show of annoyance.

"You've already spent the night here, which was a bad idea from the beginning, and now you want to fool around? We're going to get caught," Gendry pointed out.

"You're such a spoil sport," Arya snapped.

"I just don't want your husband coming in here and taking my head off," Gendry said, grabbing another pillow and putting it under his head.

"Fiancee," Arya corrected him at once. He raised his eyebrows. 'Fiancee?' Well if that was how she wanted to play it, fine.

"Fiancee," he repeated. "Won't he notice you're gone?"

"I don't know," Arya said, smirking, "he's pretty stupid."

'Oh ho ho.'

"Well I wouldn't know," Gendry said, trying to put the pillow over his head. "Nor do I care. Now go away."

"No," Arya said, slowly sliding her hand down his naked torso and then down his pants. Gendry's eyes snapped open.

"Do you mind?" he asked, jerking his head around, "I'm trying to sleep here."

"Oh yeah," Arya said sarcastically. "You're really convincing me."

She had a point. Sleep was for suckers. He was wide awake. Gendry whipped around, grabbing her hand and sat up, his face inches from hers, and then he flipped her over, dipping his head down and kissing her roughly.

"When did you brush your teeth?" She demanded when he pulled away and he laughed.

"An hour ago," he said, grinning, "you were asleep."

"You must think you're so clever," Arya said, trying to look thoroughly unimpressed and failing. Gendry's grin widened.

"Oh I don't know," Gendry said, reaching under her shirt and running his fingers over her bare breast.

"Don't play around," Arya snapped, frowning. "As you clearly pointed out, we don't have all day."

'Oh right. Cuz we're getting married today.'

"Yeah," Gendry said, pulling off her shirt and then leaving wet kisses on and between her breasts, trailing downward. "We wouldn't want your husband to wake up and find you gone now would we?"

"It'd sort of be a bummer for everyone if I missed the wedding," Arya said, trying to keep her voice steady as he lifted his head up, tugging at her underwear and then sliding his hand between her legs, causing her to gasp.

"Fuck that feels-"

But whatever it felt like was to remain a mystery, as Arya's phone screeched, ringing as loudly as a screaming monkey.

"Shit!" She exclaimed, and, nearly throwing Gendry to the floor, she dove for her phone, snatching it up and answering as fast as she could.

"Umm oww?" Gendry mumbled, rubbing his head, which had bumped into the wall. Arya ignored him.

"Hello?"

"Arya!" A voice screeched from the phone. Sansa. "Where are you?"

"Oh," Arya said, shooting Gendry a look that told him she was trying to think of a convincing lie, "I was just out getting coffee."

The other line was dead silent.

"You're at Gendry's again, aren't you?" Sansa demanded, sounding very, very annoyed. Arya winced as she pulled her shirt over her head and Gendry looked appropriately wary.

"No," she said at once, far too quickly. Gendry winced.

"Arya," Sansa growled, sounding testy. "Of all days! This is your wedding day!"

"Which is why I wanted to have an evening wedding," Arya said. "Don't worry about it, we have plenty of time."

There was a crunching noise, and for a second Gendry wondered if Sansa had thrown her cell phone against a wall.

"We've been over this a million times," she snarled, "you know how I feel-"

"Yeah, yeah, yeah," Arya said, waving her off. "I get it. Save me the morals speech for tomorrow, or never."

"You two have the rest of your lives to shag!" Sansa snapped. "Don't let it ruin your wedding! And Gendry better just come along with you, I don't want him to be late, or hear that he's been tinkering with a car and got all dirty-"

"I do have some control, you know!" Gendry shouted at the phone from across the room, annoyed.

"I'll see you in an hour," Sansa snapped. "Don't be late."

And then the phone clicked off.

"Drat," Arya sighed. "I'll have to shower. Sansa ruins everything."

"It is your wedding day, after all," Gendry sighed, lying back on the bed, "she just wants it to be perfect."

"It's our wedding day you twat," Arya said, rolling her eyes as he laughed. Then he remembered something.

"Yeah, and about that cheep shot you threw about your husband being stupid-"

"Fiancee," Arya corrected.

"Husband," Gendry snapped. "And don't even try to argue with me."

"Oh ho ho," Arya said drily, stretching and then taking off her shirt. "Trying to lay down the law now that you're making an honest woman of me?"

"Let's face it," Gendry said, getting up out of bed and coming to her, cupping her breasts in his hands. "You'll never be an honest woman."

"Stop," Arya snapped, pushing him off her. "You heard Sansa. We have to be there in an hour, and we both have to shower."

"We could shower together," Gendry said, grinning. "It'll save time."

"Oh yeah," Arya said, as if remembering something. "That's why I'm marrying you. That and your abs."

"And you're marrying me because you love me," Gendry said, pulling her to him and then kissing her.

"Yeah," Arya relented. "And that too. Now get in the shower."

"As my lady commands!"

And then he ran into the bathroom, as she chased after him, yelling abuse, but laughing all the same.

Okay so I stole bits of this (more like the whole thing…) from the epilogue of Just as Friends. So sue me.