"Guys, can I talk to you for a minute?"
Gendry knocked on Jon's bedroom door, sticking his head in a little upon seeing that it was ajar. They have just returned that evening from Highgarden. Fortunately for Gendry, Robb was in Jon's room too, although he doesn't know if he could consider it as fortunate or unfortunate for him.
"Do we need to be alarmed about anything, bro?" asked Robb, whose brows went up as high as his hairline.
"No! No! I just…" Gendry shook both his head and hands. "I just wanted to talk to you about…um…Arya?"
"Do we need to be alarmed about anything?" Robb repeated, putting a stress on the word.
"I just wanted to say something, alright?" Gendry sighed.
It was a few minutes before the brothers responded with a wave of their hand. Jon signaled for him to take the desk chair while both brothers sat on the edge of Jon's bed.
"What about our sister?" Jon asked.
Gendry knew he had to do this right; he had to choose his words and think about how they would react if he were in their place, otherwise his desire to finally make them see that his intentions towards their sister is purely driven by love and not in any way a fleeting thing, will all be for nothing.
"I know you both love your sister and I know you only want what's best for her," he said, leaning forward on the seat to place his arms on his thighs and threading his fingers together. "But I love her, too. Maybe you feel it's not enough and not as much as her family loves here. Or…or that I'm not worthy of your sister," he continued in earnest. "But I guess being her older brothers, no one would ever be good enough for her."
Robb and Jon kept silent as Gendry made his little speech. It was silent in the room except for Gendry, and he felt the pressure to say the right thing more and more. He didn't know if he was getting through them both, but he was determined to get this little speech done tonight or else his relationship with Arya would forever involve hiding and sneaking, and Gendry was growing tired of this.
"I love her, I really do," he said with a renewed determination. "I love her and I accept her, flaws and all. I want to be with her even when you threaten me with your pets. I want to be the one to make her laugh when she's having a shitty day and I want to be the one who makes her tear her eyes out because of frustration. I love your sister and she loves me and I am asking you both to please…please…give me this chance to make her truly and utterly happy. Please, Robb…Jon…" Gendry realized that he was pleading, but he didn't care. This was his only chance to make them see that they didn't need to play the overprotective, overcautious, overbearing older brothers.
He's only hoping that Robb and Jon would listen to his little speech or else his effort would go down the drain.
It was Robb who reacted first. He held out his hand for Gendry to take as a handshake. "I've known for a while that this is something different. I mean, I've seen the girls you dated, bro. I just wanted to be sure that my sister wouldn't be classified as one of those girls who seem to be concerned only with her hair and nails and clothes and shoes. Arya isn't like any one of those, Gen. I understand now that you do know that she's not one of them."
Gendry took his offered hand and shook it firmly. He breathed a sigh of relief, "I appreciate you entrusting her to me."
"Whoa, Shakespeare," Robb said with both his hands raised. "Entrusting her to you? I hope this isn't some sort of marriage proposal or something."
Gendry laughed. "No! No! I just wanted to say…"
"I know what you wanted to say," Jon replied with an eye roll. After several minutes, he finally took Gendry's hand and shook it just as Robb did. "Take care of her. You still remember Ghost hasn't exactly warmed up to you."
"Yeah, yeah," Gendry said in exasperation. "I know how this goes. 'If you hurt her, I'll sic Grey Wind, Ghost, Lady, Nymeria, Summer and Shaggydog on you…' and all that wolf shit warning. It's getting a bit old, you dicks. You might have something else to torture me with."
Robb crossed his arms over his chest and braced his feet apart like some kind of cocky stance. "Well, I hope you know that our father is knowledgeable in the art of sword fighting and has even trained in the Japanese Sword Arts. He has an Iaito he fondly calls Kenshin and a broadsword he calls Ice."
"Fine," Gendry said in a huff. "That is something new. Thanks for sharing that."
Robb and Jon grinned in satisfaction. The former patted Gendry's back on their way out of Jon's room. "Come on, Baratheon. Time to get the rest of the stuff from the car."
"They told you that?" Arya asked with a laugh. "Aw, my poor baby! I'm glad that my brothers didn't give you a heart attack, though."
Gendry responded by pulling her closer to him until there was not even an inch between them. They were lying on Gendry's bed at 1 a.m., right when everyone was already off to dreamland. The house was so quiet you could hear every bump and crash, which is why it was Arya who chose to sneak into Gendry's room. He still had to work on his stealth skills, since he could try being silent when sneaking into her room but end up being able to wake the dead.
Arya hummed in contentment when he held her even tighter in his embrace. They had been doing this for a few months now, sneaking into each other's rooms just to make out, but this was the first time alone together since the night they made love. It was exhilarating and dangerous and exciting, but they knew that one day soon, her brothers would eventually find out. Before that time comes, they would have to keep it low if they would ever want to find time alone.
"Hmm…you smell soooo good..." Gendry mumbled as he nuzzled her long, white flawless neck. Arya gasped as he found her pulse points, grabbing onto his shoulders as he levered himself on the bed with arms and elbows to move to a better position on top of her.
"Gendry…" she gasped as he started sucking on her collarbone. She tried to pull his head back but he kept on sucking on the skin. "Gendry Baratheon," she said, a little louder this time. "Don't you dare leave marks or I swear you're not getting any from me."
"Spoil sport," he mumbled as he shifted to place kisses from her jaw and up to her temples instead.
"Kiss me," she hissed. "Properly, this time."
Gendry smiled as he placed soft pecks on her lips, making her growl a little in frustration, before getting to kiss her properly. When he finally did, slanting his mouth over hers again and again, she sighed. And when he brushed his tongue over her lips, seeking entrance, she sighed again and opened her mouth to let him in deeper. The kiss was anything but carnal. It was as if they were hungry for something they didn't know what and yearning for something they didn't know how to get.
"Arya, slow…" Gendry said as he tried to pull back from the kissing. He feels everything was going too fast, and tonight, he just wanted to savor every free moment he had with her.
"No time for slow…" she whispered. For Arya, there would be more time for slow but tonight, she wanted it fast. "Please, Gen…"
Gendry must have groaned in frustration because he heard Arya give a soft chuckle when she entwined her arms around his back, feeling the soft crush of her breasts on his chest. The kiss went on and on until Gendry said that there were too many clothes between them. Arya laughed softly as clothes went flying to the floor, playfully smacking his arm when he almost ripped her shorts as he dragged them down her legs.
"Careful, now. I don't want to explain to anyone how I ripped those."
"Sshh. Stop talking," he said in a rush.
His lips met hers again, slanting over hers, his tongue dancing in and out and around with hers. His hands were freely roaming down her sides, grunting in approval when one of her legs shifted to curl around his waist. This only made her closer to his arousal, and Gendry groaned in frustration once more. His hands moved lower and onto her ass, pulling her harder to him and making her know how hard he is now for her. From his shoulders, her long, slender fingers found its way up the back of his head to thread into his hair.
"Shit, Arya…" Gendry muttered as he pulled away from her lips, seeing that they were now red and plump and swollen from his kisses. Her eyes were in a daze as they stared into his, conveying much more than what her lips could say. He felt himself drowning in them, and he was sure he would had he not been holding onto her in a tight embrace.
"Now, Gen…" she murmured as she dropped her leg from his waist and open them wider for him. She heard him groan, a low, throaty sound that vibrated right from the roots of her hair to the tips of her toes.
With a hiss, his cock slid into hers, throwing his head back in pleasure as he let himself slide deeper and deeper still. He could feel her impatiently move her hips, but he wanted to just ingrain in his mind how good she feels surrounding him and how hot and tight it was for him. He dug his fingers into her hips a little, just enough to get her to stop moving for a while, until she threw her head back in frustration.
"I hate you," she growled low in her throat, earning a little chuckle from him. "Move, stupid!"
"Be patient," he chuckled. "I just want to feel how hot and tight you are down there…"
Arya pinched his arm. "Then stop talking like that if you want me to be patient!"
Gendry leaned closer, making his cock slide deeper into her still, earning another groan from both of them this time. He tried to fight the urge to thrust, just for a while, and stared into her grays.
"I promise, I'll make it worth the wait," he whispered.
Arya's breath hitched in her throat as she stared back at him. She felt delirious with the wait; holding his gaze in hers and letting herself drown into their warmest blue, reminding her of the ocean at Highgarden. For a while, she was in a trance until she felt him finally withdraw before thrusting back with a frustrating slowness that is making Arya crazy.
"Fuck," Gendry groaned as his thrusts turned hard and fast; faster and faster and deeper still until he had to close his eyes from the sheer carnality of it. Arya's hips met his thrust for thrust, her hands grabbing on to his back to keep her anchored to him. "Fuck, Arya…"
His thrusts slowing for a bit but not letting go of the connection, he shifted to sit on the mattress and pulled her to his lap. They groaned in unison at the feeling of getting deeper into her, this new position giving them an even better feeling of connection. He braced his arms around her back, pulling her closer still and guiding her movements. As if on instinct, she started moving up and down his lap; an insanely intense feeling shooting straight to her toes as he let her set the pace. She alternated between up and down, left and right…it was what she felt right and it did feel good. Crazy good.
"Fuck…fuck…so good…" she repeated over and over into his ear, making him twist his head to meet her lips. "So fucking good, Gen…" she hummed into his mouth.
When at last he heard her say she was coming, he was already on the brink of shooting. Her groans were getting louder and louder that Gendry had to kiss her when she finally came. She would have screamed her head off if he hadn't kissed her, because she came harder than she did that first night and Gendry felt it. With a few more thrusts, he grunted his release.
"Holy effing mother of…" she gasped when he lay them back a while later, placing her head onto his chest. She could still hear his rapid heartbeat as he slowly floated down from an epic high. 'That was…"
"Intense?" he chuckled, twisting the end of her hair in his index finger.
She nodded. "And deep."
He grinned. "You learned something new today."
She laughed. "I did, didn't I?"
"Go to sleep," he whispered. "I'll wake you up when it's time to go."
She sighed. "As much as I'd like to dally in bed with you, I should probably go now before I do fall asleep here and get caught."
Gendry frowned, but he knew she was right. He leaned in for another long, sweet kiss this time before he playfully pushed her out of his bed. "Go if you have to go. I might not be able to let you out of this bed the next time."
Arya laughed as she put her shirt and shorts back on. She found her panties on the floor next to his shorts and opted to put it in her pocket instead. Gendry was amused by this, although she swears his eyes were staring her down hotly again.
"See you later," she said as she crossed the room and towards the door.
"Arya?" he called out softly. "I love you."
Arya's face split into a grin. "And I love you, stupid and all."
"Anha vazhak yeraan thirat!"
Joffrey found out from Jorah that Drogo meant, "I will let you live!" Everyone laughed with the exception of Joffrey, who looked like he was about to faint and cry, whichever comes first.
"This guy's fucking insane!" Joffrey cried out as he did another set of push ups. He was on the 30th count already and he felt like he was about to die, but apparently, it wasn't enough for the gym owner.
"You can do it, bro!" Gendry shouted out as he lifted himself up the bar, showing off a bit when his muscles ripped from the effort.
"Come on, Joff! Imagine the ladies when you finally get your hot bod!" Jon teased. He was on the treadmill beside Theon's.
"I'll kill you! I'll kill you all!" Joffrey cried out again even as he grunted his way into another set of push ups.
"Fini hazi? Yer ojila!" (What is that? You're wrong!) Drogo said as he went to position himself on the floor to show Joffrey how a real push up must be done.
The guys snickered some more. It seemed like Drogo was beating Joffrey to a pulp, but they found out from Jory and Jorah that he was the Khal's favorite. With a loud, dramatic grunt, Joffrey did as he was told, earning a pat on the back from Drogo. Joffrey collapsed at the weight of Drogo's hand on his back.
"Athdavrazar! Athdavrazar!" (Excellent! Excellent!) Drogo exclaimed happily as he helped pull Joffrey from the floor. "You, good? Yes! Me nem nesa! (It is known)"
Finally, Drogo left Joffrey to see to Robb's training. It seemed funny to find them using hand signals, as if Joffrey was watching a rerun of The Three Stooges on Saturday tv. With a roll of his eyes, he turned to Gendry and pointed an accusing finger at him.
"What?" Gendry said with a laugh.
"You're enjoying this, aren't you? You're letting that guy with humongous man-boobs work me to death and you lot are making fun of me!" Joffrey said in anger.
"Dude, no one's killing you," said Theon, who just stepped down from the treadmill. "You're just too pretty boy puny. You're too scared of messing up your hair with sweat!"
"At least my hair's better than yours!" Joffrey shot back the insult, although Theon only laughed in response.
Jorah walked up to them and said, "That's it for today, guys. You're all doing well with the program. We'll see you back here day after tomorrow, alright?"
Everyone responded with fist bumps and grunts, very manly responses so to speak, while Joffrey suddenly cowered at the sight of Drogo approaching the group.
"Hash yer dothrae check asshekh? Yer chomoe anna!" (How are you today? You do honor to me!) Drogo said with a playful punch to Joffrey's arm.
Gendry choked back laughter as Joffrey was thrown back by Drogo's force, discreetly holding his brother's back to keep his balance.
"Dothras chek!" (Be cool!) Drogo said in parting, as he waved to the group before meeting another group of clients from across the gym.
"Hajas!" Joffrey said with a wave of his hand, happy that their session was now over. He turned to see everyone staring at him like he grew four arms. "What?"
"You just said Goodbye! in Dothraki." Robb said with a grin.
Joffrey shrugged. "First rule of battle, know your enemies. Even if it meant learning Dothraki."
"So Drogo's an enemy?" Gendry asked, amusement gleaming in his blue Baratheon eyes.
Joffrey's shoulders slumped. "Come on, bro! The guy's killing me! If he should take me down, I should at least die with man-boobs as big as his."
They laughed as they walked towards the shower room.
A/N: Got the Dothraki words and phrases from dothraki/Idioms_and_Phrases.
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