a/n: Okay, so it seems that I was wrong when I said that the previous chapter was going to be the last. You see, as I was writing it, it seemed to go on, so this last part I cut out and made it into the final chapter because it's the true climax of the story *wink-wink*. Includes: lights swearing and yummy graphic Gendrya. Please enjoy!
The ages for the characters are as listed:
Robb - 22
Jon - 22
Sansa - 20
Arya - 19
Bran - 16
Rickon - 13
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Jaqen (female) - 18
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Gendry - 29
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North Snow Private High School for Girls;
A Change of Pace:
Chapter 25: —
Completing Us:
It was April 1st, her birthday. She got the usual birthday call from her parents and brothers, and gave them a white lie about not being able to get away because of her workload in school and taking shifts at work, saying that next weekend she'd visit.
But she was turning 19 and Arya wanted something very special and important from Gendry. She wanted him to take her virginity. They been dating for eleven months now, they'd done everything else, this was the one of the final steps in their relationship. She loved him, and she wanted to feel as connected as she could with him—she wanted to feel him inside of her, she wanted him to make her a real woman. But could she just come out and say that to him? She'd never done this before, so how was she to know. Should she just let the night take it's course, and then steer it into the outcome that she wanted if necessary?
Gendry told her that he was taking her out, and to dress up, and Arya did as she was told. At the back of the closet she had this dress, it was one of her rare—very rare—girly moments when she'd gone out with Jaqen a couple weeks back. It was a little black number, strapless, cutting across the top of her chest, showing off what cleavage she had, it was tight around her waist, tracing the shape of her narrow hips, and stopping above her knees. There were these pair of black heels that Jaqen had insisted she buy that went perfect with the dress, but that was not going to happen; Arya was not meant to wear heels, if she tried, she'd kill herself and probably take Gendry with her so she slipped on a newer pair of black flats with a frosty cascade design, and a little clutch purse. She wore her leather cuff, that had acquired more charms; a snowflake, a weirswood tree, a crescent moon. She wore mascara and eyeliner, a dusting of eye shadow and blush, and a for real tint of red lipstick; and she pinned the bangs from her forehead with a couple bobby pins, with a side-part.
When she stepped from the bedroom, she heard Gendry's sharp intake of breath, but when she turned, her reaction was the same. Gendry wore a awesome grey suit with a darker-toned tie, looking as slick as he had back at the courthouse; he was clean-shaven, his hair slightly gelled and shaped—if Arya hadn't known better, she'd have thought he just jumped out from the cover of GQ Magazine.
"Arya," he stepped up to her, tracing her cheek with the back of his fingers. "You look absolutely gorgeous, just stunning."
She smiled. "You're the one that took my breath away, Gendry."
"You always know what to stay to make a guy feel treasured," he laid his hand over his heart, mock swooning.
She gave him a playful smack. "I thought we were going somewhere, tell me I didn't get gussied up for nothing."
"Of course not!" He took her hand and lead her from the apartment.
He held the car door open for her and waited until she got in before shutting the door, just like he had done on their first date. She smiled. They buckled in and he pulled into traffic. It was around 6:00 p.m. but the traffic was light, the sky just starting to darken.
Gendry pulled to the curb and when they got out, he handed his keys over to a valet, who went and parked the car. Arya looked a little wide-eyed as she walked beside Gendry, her arm through his as they came down the walk to the restaurant. The Iron Throne. You had to get reservations a few months ahead of time; Gendry must have really thought this through. Her heart fluttered, she hoped he thought it to the same conclusion as her.
They were received in the front hall and a maitre d' led them to the reserved table. This place was more fancier than Feast of Kings, which was more of a family-style restaurant, while The Iron Throne catered to sophisticated-adults.
Gendry pulled her chair out for her before sitting across on the other side of their table. The waiter gave them menus and asked their drink orders; because Arya was underage and couldn't legally drink alcohol, she got a sparkling water, and though Gendry most certainly could, he got the same because he was the driver. The waiter left to get their beverages. Arya looked around the place. They were set up on the main floor which was crowded with tables and patrons, but the tables weren't placed so close together that you could reach across and steal a bit off another diner's plate, there was also a live band playing, and a waxed hardwood stage to dance, and a second floor to the restaurant for people who wanted more privacy like for business dinners, and a second story balcony for those who wished to dine under the sun or the stars.
Arya glanced at the menu and swallowed her gasp at the prices listed. Holy shit! She could buy a whole month's worth of groceries from the store for the price of the lobster. She looked at Gendry over her menu and he smiled at her.
"Don't look at the prices," he murmured, knowing exactly what she was thinking. "I want you to get whatever you want to eat, it's your birthday. You're not allowed to argue, just let me do this for you, and don't even think of asking to split the bill."
She pursed her lips, fighting not to do just that. "If I get to give gratuity,"
He agreed, "Fine." He did so because he knew she'd fight it, and at least this way he took the bulk of the bill and it was still a gift to her.
She seemed to relax at that, then returned to the menu. She tried, she really did—to not look at the prices—she gritted her teeth a focused on the food. When the waiter came back with their drinks, they placed their orders; Arya got the ravioli with vegetable filling and cream sauce (no way was she going for the lobster even if she was paying for it), and Gendry order the risotto.
He cocked a brow at her as the waiter left for the kitchen to place their orders. "Did you look at the price?"
"No." She replied, affronted. "Did you?"
"No. But it's not my birthday." He joked.
She glowered at him, but it looked more like a pout. "But seriously, Gendry, did you see the price on the lobster? You would think that it grew up in The Fountain Of Youth, and when you ate it, it was magic."
He chuckled. "Did you want to dance?"
"Okay," she wasn't sure if he was just trying to chance the subject off the youthful lobster or not, but either way she loved dancing with Gendry.
"M'Lady," he murmured, slightly bent at the waist next to her, holding his hand out for her to take.
"Ser," her cheeks warmed as she took his hand and pulled her onto the dance floor that was only occupied by two other older couples.
Waltz music started from the band, and holding each other, they started to move. She remembered her first date with Gendry when he took her dance, proper dance, not all that grinding and shit. This was the kind of dance where you could look your partner in the eye, where you were so connected that you move with each other as one. She loved it, dancing with him; she wondered if this is what it would sort of be like if he made loved to her.
When the music ended, Gendry brushed his lips against her cheek and guided her back to their table just as the waiter was coming back with their order.
"This looks good," Gendry said after they murmured their thanks to the waiter.
Arya breathed through her nose. She could smell the herbs from her dish and spices from his mingling in the air and it made her mouth water. They didn't hesitate in digging in. They spoke as they ate, the din of the other diners just background noise, about nonsense things.
Almost as soon as they finished, the waiter was back again, he handed them dessert menus as he took their plates away.
"Gendry," Arya sighed, looking at the menu, her gaze gravitating towards the prices—she couldn't help it. "This is too much."
He reached across the table and put his hand over hers were it was laying on the table. "Arya," he said sentimentally, "With you, it's never too much."
"But it is! I feel like I've cheated you,"
"What? How?"
"For you're birthday all I got you was that watch, that's nothing compared to this."
Gendry looked at the watch around his wrist rather fondly. "I love this watch, Arya. It's not just a watch because you gave it to me, it's the first present you ever gave to me and I wear it like you wear that leather cuff your little brothers got you. I love you, Arya, and I want to show you how much I love you."
Blush coloured her cheeks at his words and she swallowed at the possible implications of them. "Alright," her voice went a little husky.
"Okay," he murmured, taking her hand and kissing the knuckles.
The waiter returned and they gave orders. Arya had ordered the chocolate mousse with truffle shavings and Gendry got the chocolate pudding wafer with cherry drizzle and white chocolate shavings.
The waited jotted down their order before handing them the check and returning to the kitchen, taking their menus with him.
"You should take that before I do," she joked, eyeing the check, "because I'm sure I'll have a mental-breakdown if I do."
He chuckled and picked up the book. He looked at it and kept a straight face as he placed his credit card in the pocket, and slipping the couple of bills that Arya had handed him from her clutch purse.
"Well?" she wondered as he set the book at the edge of the table, eyeing it warily. "Are we going to be living on the streets now?"
He sent her an amused look. "Don't be so dramatic, Arya." He said with a straight face.
"Oh my Gods!" She gasped, looking at him. "It must really—" her hand shot out for the check, but he knew her move before she was going to make it, and already had it in hand.
"You promised," he chided, his blue eyes dancing.
She pouted at him as the waiter returned with their desserts and he handed the man the check before he left. She looked at her dish and saw how sort of plain and small it looked, but when she spooned some into her mouth, she was pleasantly surprised by the taste. She had no idea what the hell mouse was, she thought maybe a pudding or something—but it was completely different than that. It was airy and light, similar to the way whipped cream was, but completely different, it melted in her mouth and had flavour—real flavour, not some artificial shit, and the truffles... all she knew about those was that they were a fungus that pigs sniffed out, but it tasted nothing like a mushroom, but made the flavour burst on her tongue.
"Mm, yum." She opined.
"Like it?" Gendry wondered.
Arya nodded and looked over at him, smiling. "You?"
"Totally worth the price," he smirked.
She watched as he cut a piece of the pudding wafer in his fork and slowly brought the utensil to his mouth. It almost touched his lips when he stopped and glanced at her. "Want to try it? It cherry—your favourite."
He wasn't wrong there. She loved cherry, and she loved cherry and chocolate together—that was why Black Forest gateau was her favourite dessert. She glanced at his plate, her favourite things. She was starting to wonder why she hadn't ordered it as well, but she wanted to try something that was more different than a little different. She bit her lip for a long moment before shaking her head.
"Really?" he said curiously, circling the fork around a little in front of his lips, watching as her grey eyes tracked it.
She groaned a little as he finally put the fork between his lips, it coming out clean again. She watched as he chewed, licking his lips as he swallowed, flavour painting him mouth.
"Just one," he murmured, taking another piece with the fork. He held his arm out, fork extended, his blue eyes sparking as she seemed to gravitate forward toward it unconsciously, licking her gleaming red lips as she grew closer, and the fork slipped between her lips.
And then she moaned, low in her throat, her eyes sliding closed for a brief moment as she chewed and he felt a shiver go down his spine at the sound, it almost sounded like the same moans he made her voice when they were in bed or in the shower or in the hall.
She leaned back in her chair, and swallowed. Sighing as she opened her eyes. "What?" she sat up straight as she saw the smouldering looked that Gendry was giving her.
"Nothing." But his tone implied the opposite.
"Want to try mine?" she wondered.
He silently nodded.
She filled her spoon with the mouse, making sure to get a truffle shaving on there and held it out like Gendry had done for her. His blue gaze never leaving hers, he leaned forward and the spoon disappeared between his lips. He sat back as he swallowed and she took her spoon back.
"That's pretty good," he agreed, tongue trailing over his lips.
She smiled at him and they finished their desserts. Afterward, they danced once more before leaving The Iron Throne. It had gotten dark out and chillier, and when they stepped outside, Gendry stripped off his jacket and hung it around her shoulders. He put his arm around her shoulders as they walked down the path to the curb and he gave the valet his ticket and waited for his car. When it was brought back, he held the door open for her before getting in on his own side.
"I had a great time, Gendry." Arya said.
He smiled as he pulled into traffic. "Good. That's just the outcome that I planned."
"Really," she mused.
"Yep," he found her hand in the semi-darkness. "I have another present for you when we get back home."
"What? Gendry, now that is to much. Dinner was great, that was all I needed." She protested. "You're starting to feel like a sugar daddy."
"Sugar daddy?" he snorted at that. "Arya, it's your birthday, your supposed to let people give you things and not complain about it. You hardly let me do things for you, but this is a day where you have to let me." She grumbled. "Do you remember that first Track & Field Day that you had and you fell to the ground? You insisted that you were fine despite being covered in scrapes, but you let me take care of you just to qualm my own worry. Well, you're going to do that tonight. I want to show you that I thank the Gods you were born on this day,"
Arya sighed as she looked over at him, sitting in profile as lights flashed through the inside of the dark interior, the radio turned low, playing Cold Play Sky Full of Stars. How could a man like that love a girl like her? It was a gift just to be sitting their next to him, and he wanted to give her things and take care of her. Throughout her life she had always tried to take on things on her own, but even on the first day she met Gendry, she'd trusted him.
"Okay," she murmured and leaned across the space between them and kissed him on the cheek as he stopped at a red-light. He turned his head before she could sit back and caught her lips briefly, still able to taste a hint of chocolate lingering on her lips.
He grinned as she sat back and he accelerated on the green light. "You're going to like it, I promise."
She wondered what his present was, and knew what she wanted it to be. She wanted to be with him completely.
Xx
When they got back to the apartment, he went to the bedroom to get her present while she went into the fridge to get a glass of water after toeing off her flats, and hanging up his suit jacket on the peg by the door. She got a glass from the cupboard and opened the fridge, taking out the water jug. She paused for a second as she saw the Black Forest cake in the back. She cocked a brow, pouring her glass.
"Gendry, is that a Black Forest cake in the fridge?" she called, putting the jug back in the fridge, and taking a sip from her glass as she turned around.
"For later," Gendry said as he came into the kitchen, a grin on his lips.
"Oh," she murmured as Gendry took her hand and led her into the living room and on the couch, the lamp lit.
She took another drink from her glass as he held out a small red box that was the size of an Oreo, two stacked in height. She sputtered a little as she saw it, quickly setting her glass on the coffee table before she split it.
"You okay?"
She nodded, clearing her throat. "That's um, that's it, huh?"
"Yeah. See how small it is? Nothing to worry about at all,"
She gritted her teeth as she looked from it to Gendry to it back again. "Gendry—"
"Arya," he murmured, gazing at her; both it and the hand holding the box steady. "Open it. You won't regret a thing,"
She swallowed and slowly took the box from his hand, her own trembling a little. Giving him one more glance, she lifted the lid from the box and held her breath. Laying nestled inside wasn't anything a momentous as a ring, but maybe it was something more.
A cherry with an arrow through it.
She stared at it silently, her hand going still, her breath caught in her throat.
"What do you think?" he murmured, plucking the charm from her hand and clipping it along with all her other charms on her leather cuff.
He continued to hold her hand with both of his and she looked down at it. Her small hand swallowed by his bigger ones with a cherry on top. The significance of it was tremendous.
"I love it, I love you." She looked up at him, her grey eyes shiny with unshed tears.
He cupped her cheek. "I want to be with you, Arya. Completely and everlasting. Cross my heart..." he leaned forward and captured her lips.
She melted into the kiss, leaning forward against him, wrapping her arms around his neck, her eyes closed. She hardly noticed when he wrapped his arms around her and picked her off the couch and into his strong arms. As he continued to take her breath away, he made his way slowly to their bedroom, toeing the door open. That was when they finally broke apart, and slightly breathless, Arya finally noticed the soft lighting. Gendry stayed there a moment, taking in her expression as she took in the state of there bedroom.
"What—How—When?" She gasped.
The lamps on either side of the bed were turned on, but red bandannas were draped overtop casing the room a romantic red. The stereo was quietly playing Bruno Mars' Locked Out of Heaven. Vanilla candles were light as well, strategically placed around the room. Red and White rose petals both scattered around the floor and even on the bed covers. Some might have thought it was tacky, but Arya loved it.
He smiled. "A magician never tells,"
She chuckled, looking back at him, her grey eyes bright as he entered the room and laid her on the bed. She leaned up on her elbows, watching him as he loosened his tie and pulled it over his head, dropping it on the floor next to him before he crawled on top of her. Kissing her exposed arms and shoulders, the top of her breasts that peeked out from the dress.
She ran her fingers through his thick dark hair, drawing his lips to hers once more as he started to unbutton his shirt, throwing it aside as it came open, leaving him bare-chested. Her fingertips traced the contours of his muscled torso, his abs, his pecks, the cords of muscles on his biceps; Gods he was a beast! Her fingers fumbled a little with his belt as he sucked on her neck, caressing her breasts through the material of her dress. With a jerk she undid the latch, growling a little as she pulled at the button and zipper. She pulled them open and palmed his cock through his briefs, he inhaled sharply at the contact and pulled from her neck.
"There's no need to rush," he told her.
"Sorry, just a little nervous." she admitted, her cheeks warm and bashful.
He chucked her under the chin. "Let me take care of you, Arya. Let me show you what it's like to be so close to someone that your hearts beat as one. Let me make you see stars behind your eyes, feel like you are on the moon. Let me make love to you," he warm breath ghosted across her face.
"Okay," she said faintly.
He nibbled the corner of her lips as he kicked off his trousers as the song changed to Metro Station's Shake It, and though confused for a moment, allowed him to roll her onto her stomach. He kissed the nape of her neck, her hair tickling his face as he pulled the zipper on the back of her dress down. He kissed the exposed flesh as the dress opened to the small of her back, her shoulder blades and each knob of her spine. She moaned a little. He started pulling her dress down, she levering herself to help. And soon her dress joined his trousers next on the floor of petals. Straddling her thighs, he looked down at her with interest as his fingertips traced the exposed globes of her arse, split down the middle a strip of material.
"Erm, I-I wanted to be a little adventurous." Arya mumbled nervous as he continued to fondle her buttocks.
"I like it," he told her, bending down and brushing his lips against the smooth flesh. She shivered as his breath whispered across the flesh. It was the first time that she'd worn a thong and was glad that Gendry liked it. He lightly bit into the flesh and she pushed back into him, as he started tracing the assaulted flesh with his tongue.
He sat up and turned her back on her back, and was greeted with her bare breasts. He bent, holding her arms loosely at either side of her head and took her teat between his lips, pinching the hardened nub between his teeth and flicking the tip of his tongue across it, making her gasp. He didn't the same to the other, taking it into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it as it hardened and sucked. Arya moaned and arched her back slightly, always enjoying the feel of Gendry's lips around her. He grasped a handful of petals on the bed, and let them ran down upon her; she could feel the soft silky texture of them flutter against her skin.
He took her lips again, their tongues swirling. She rubbed her pelvis against him and he groaned against her lips. He kissed his way down the shallow valley between her pert breasts, his thumbs brushing her nipples, until he got to her thong. He pulled it down her thighs, from between her legs, and was met with a welcome sight.
Arya watched as he eagerly buried her face between her legs and gasped as she felt his tongue, as the song changed to will. . This Is Love. She put her legs over his shoulders, giving the man better access as she writhed under his tongue, moaning as she grew wet.
"Hell yes!" She groaned, the song told her to and Gendry had just drawn his tongue over her clit. She felt his tongue enter her, lapping at her like he was trying to get at her center and she could feel the spark of pleasure inside her, grow, and knew that if he kept up this pace, by the time the song changed, she was going to reach her climax.
As soon as Gendry knew that she was thoroughly wet, and eager for him, he pulled from between her legs. He could hear her grumble of disappointment as she was brought so close to her climax, only to be eased away. He hovered over top of her, kissing her, making her taste herself on his tongue.
"Arya?"
"Hm?"
"I'm going to put my finger inside of you,"
Her breath hitched. "You're finger?"
He nodded, and made sure that she saw him take the tube of lube from the nightstand and squirt some on his fingers. Her eyes tracked it as he tucked it between her legs and folds, traced her hot entrance, and slowly pushed his finger inside.
"Mm." She made a sound of discomfort, gritting her teeth.
"It's okay," he murmured, keeping at eye in her expression and reaction so he knew the instant he should stop, or the moment he could keep going.
Though she knew that he couldn't be that deep inside her, she could still feel him through her whole pelvis. He started to move his finger, in and out, slow and smooth, letting her tunnel get used to the new intrusion and the movement. She kept her eyes locked on his. He was patient, didn't try and move things along even though his cock was achingly half-hard and confined in his briefs. New Politics Tonight Your Perfect started playing and something must have changed in her expression because the pressure in her abdomen went up as he inserted his middle finger inside of her—whatever adjustment her body had made for his first finger was thrown out the window with the second one, and they had to start all over again.
He moved his fingers in and out of her and she bit her lip, her eyes narrowed in discomfort and determination. She had been always told by her mother and health teachers in school that the first time having sex was going to be painful. But the only thing up until now that had been inside her was Gendry's tongue, and that just touched the surface; there had only been pleasure when he used his tongue, not pain. That was not the same case with his fingers as he moved them inside of her, stretching her out. She grimaced as he scissored his fingers and she could feel them stroke against her walls as he kissed her lips. He took her hand, twining their fingers and she squeezed it hard, her other clutching the blanket, as he slipped yet another finger inside of her.
Arya whimpered. It didn't feel right, she wanted to stop but refused to as he slowly move his trio of fingers in and out of her, really filling her up, stretching her out. She knew that after all this discomfort, came the pleasure, she just had to hold out until then. It was only the first time that hurt, where she was all new and tight. She had to be stretched in order to take Gendry truly inside of her, and that was all she wanted. The pain would be worth the pleasure. It dissipated slightly, the discomfort by half a notch as her body slowly got used to something being inside of her.
Gendry had only been with a virgin once in his life, when he was a virgin as well. As a sixteen-year-old, he'd only ever known what he saw on the internet and television. He never knew his father, and his uncle had never actually given him the sex talk, just: "use a condom because I ain't taking care of no bastard children of yours". The experience had been horrible. There was blood, and the girl didn't seem to enjoy it much, and because he didn't, he found it hard to as well. The second time he'd done it with was better, but he was still hesitant about it, and so was she. But it was the third time that they both really got into it—But the teen had decided that maybe it was better if he dated girls that weren't virgins; he didn't want to scare another girl like he might have his first girlfriend.
But he was much more experienced now. He knew what to expect, and knew how to make it as comfortable for Arya as he possibly could. And there was the fact that he loved Arya like he didn't love his first girlfriend, and along with being the newly nineteen-year-old's firsts for nearly everything else, he would be the one to deflower her, and continue to so for a very long time.
He removed his fingers, they covered in lube, secreted juices and a little blood, he quickly wiped it on the side of his briefs.
"Gendry?" she murmured when the discomfort was suddenly halved.
"Right here," he said, leaning across her and gently kissing her lips. "You doing okay?"
"Yeah," she smiled a little. "What are you doing?"
"The finale," he told her, caressing her cheek. "You up for it?"
"Gen, I've been waiting for this, throw me what you got."
He smiled at her and stripped from his briefs next to where she lay, and reached for the condom on the nightstand. She grasped his semi as he was turning back, and he moaned as she slowing pumped him to complete hardness. She turned on her side and took the condom from him.
"Let me," she said and pecked the side of his aching member.
He watched, fully aroused as she opened the little package and rolled the condom on his weeping cock like a pro—and he briefly wonder if she'd learned that putting rubbers on bananas in health class—before all he could feel were the touches of her fingers as she stroked him once more before releasing him.
He crawled across the bed as she turn back on her back and kneeled between her open knees. He looked at her and she nodded her accent. One hand on his cock, the other planted on the bed by her hip and he guided himself to her pulsing entrance. As he slowly breeched, pushing himself inside of her haltingly, Phantogram's Fall In Love started to play on the radio. Arya whimpered, and Gendry sucked in a breath as slowly his whole cock was hugged in hot tightness. He hovered over her body, putting his weight on his elbows, holding still as was humanly possible, every muscle in his body as tight as her cunt as he waited for her to become accustomed to his size, and fought the instinct to thrust as he could feel the beat of her heart through her walls and into his cock.
Arya clutched his biceps, feeling the tight corded muscle, staring up into his eyes that stared straight back, their faces close enough for their leaden breath to mingle. She felt like a stuffed turkey, she never realized how big he truly was until now, and while she knew she would appreciate this fact later, she wasn't right now. With his cock inside her, forcing her to stretch and acuminate, the discomforted feeling almost bordered on pain—almost. The only movement she could feel was caused by his breathing, and she knew how much strength it took him to not let the sexual desire that shone in his blue eyes take over.
She lossened her grip on his arms and slowly trailed them over his broad shoulders and down his back, stopping at his hips. His eyebrow flickered in question, and she answered by pushing at his hips. He moved inside of her and the both gasped. He kissed her lips as he pulled from her slightly, pushing back in and swallowing her voice with his own moan.
He pulled out of her and pushed back into her tunnel infrequently, kissing her lips, jaw, cheeks, brow. He pushed inside her under ten times before he pulled out of her completely and pulled the condom off his cock and discarding it in the waste basket on the other side of the nightstand. He laid on his side next to her, his arm around her stomach, snuggling close, his still hard cock pressed into her thigh—neither of them reaching their climax.
He kissed her slightly damp temple and she turned her head on the pillow to look at him. "Is that it?" she wondered.
"For now," he replied, unable to help the shift against her leg.
"But your still hard, I can feel it." And to proved it, she reached over and brushed her fingers across his length.
He shuddered at her touch, pressing himself into her a little harder. "That's not the point," he said. "You can't rush this kind of thing, Arya. To put it mildly, it's a delicate process. We'll take a break for a bit, and then go again. I know this probably isn't what you pictured for you first time—"
"Gendry," she ran her hand down the arm across her stomach. "I pictured my first time with you, and that's what I'm getting—that all I care about."
He gave her a pleased smile. "After the first couple times, you'll forget all the discomfort and be overwhelmed by the pleasure."
"Sounds good to me," she grinned. "But let me take care of you like you did to me." And she reached for his cock again.
"No." He stopped her and she gave him a confused look.
"Why not? You said it would be a while before we can do it again, you don't have to sit there with a full cock. Let me do this, Gendry. I don't just want this to be about me—even though it is my birthday." She said wryly.
He looked into her eyes. He was achingly hard, so full, his cock so needy, wishing to be inside her again. But that would happen later, and he would go nuts if he was just left like this, with her like that next to him.
"Okay," his voice a little husky.
She grinned. She sat up and ignored the ach between her legs and in her pelvis as Gendry laid on his back, his cock standing proud. But she didn't immediately got to it. Instead, she bent her head to kiss his thigh and kissed the quarter-sized raised flesh—the bullet scar from almost three years ago. She'd only ever seen him with it, so this scar was a part him, the only him she had ever known. It was a small fragment of his story, of who he was, and she loved him, so she loved this scar as well.
Finally, she took the base of his cock in her hand, and drew her tongue the length of it, the tip of her tongue tracing the thick blue vein that went his length. He moaned, his eager cocked enveloped but the warm wetness of her mouth, so different from her entrance, but no less pleasure causing. She bobbed her head up and down, only able to fit half his cock inside her mouth without gagging, her hand pumping the other half. His breath came fast as she pumped faster, sucked harder, his hips threatening to come up as he caressed her buttock just within his reach, the coil in the pit of his stomach tightening. And then she took her mouth from him, and cool air touched the wetness, as she continued to pump with her one hand, she grasped her other just below his tip and pushed down on the foreskin, exposing his head. He groaned as she took just the head into her mouth, sucking on the sensitive flesh, swirling her tongue around the tip. He grabbed her arse, crying out as her tongue drew back and forth over his slit, driving him to his completion with a sting, his hips jerking as he came.
She choked as his seed filled her mouth, only able to swallow a bit before she pulled from him and had to spit the rest in the garbage, and snuggled back at his side.
"Better?" she wondered.
"Better," he agreed, still coming down from his completion.
She traced her finger over his peck, circling his beating heart. "I told you I could help,"
"I never doubted you," he kissed her forehead. "Now, go get cleaned up."
Arya rolled her eyes, but pushed herself from the bed and went to the bathroom, barely holding back the sarcastic yes-dad because she didn't want to think about that right now. She went to the toilet, sore when she wiped but not overly concerned when it came away with a few smears of blood—she'd been warned about that in health class. She washed her hands before taking a washcloth between her legs; washing away any blood and lube residue and gave her teeth a quick brush.
As she was going back to the bedroom, she wondered when they were going to have sex again. She couldn't wait to feel Gendry inside of her again, even if there was some discomfort. But she got distracted when she walked into the room and found Gendry sitting naked, sexy-as-hell as always, with the Black Forest cake from the back of the fridge sitting in front of him at the center of the bed.
"Is that—"
He grinned, his eyes sparking. "Want some?"
"Hell yes!" she agreed and ran to the bed, jumping on the mattress eager for her favourite dessert. She reached for one of the forks that Gendry had brought along as well, but he held it out of her reach. She pouted at him.
He chuckled. "I want to feed you," he said.
"What? Seriously?"
"Very," he replied gravely.
Arya groaned. "You're so needy,"
He smirked. "Let me feed you cake, and I'll give you more sex."
"Deal!" She said instantly, he knew her so well. "Cake and sex, you spoil me, Gendry."
"You have no idea," he murmured, feeding her some cake.
They ate a quarter of the cake between them in half-an-hour, Arya feeding him some as well, licking the whip cream from the corner of his mouth before it was set on the nightstand. She enjoyed tasting the cherry on his lips as he laid her down, kissing her. She laughed as he motor boated her breasts, her hands running through his thick hair. He kissed his way around her stomach as he reached down and fingered her clit, making her gasp, grasping his own cock and pumping it into hardness.
Once more he coated his fingers in lube. H moved his the two digits between her folds, feeling the wetness and ever constant heat. She inhaled sharply as his fingers found her tender entrance, and he pushed one and then the other inside of her. He pumped them slow, his other hand playing with her breast. He scissored his fingers, slow at first, and then picked up his speed a bit. He knew that she was still feeling discomfort, but while her first time was all that, her second time would be discomfort tinged with pleasure.
She let out a gasped, surprised and a little shocked as she felt a small twinge of pleasure come through the ach. She looked down at Gendry with wide eyes and he smiled. That was when he knew she was ready for his cock. He pumped his fingers a few more times, making sure she was stretched enough to take him and rolled a condom over his member. His cock was eager after getting a taste of her tight hole, he was ready for a longer dive, and this time he could go until completion and make sure that she broke through the discomfort with a pleasurable climax even if it was twinged.
He guided himself to her entrance and pushed himself into her. She gasped and he grunted. He sheathed inside her easier this time, but she was still tantalizingly tight and hot around his length. He settled over her, his weight resting on his elbows, he could feel her breasts brushed against his chest as she gasped. He kissed her and he pulled out of her and pushed back in at her nod.
Her arms wrapped around him, and he thrust into her again. He moaned, knowing that he still had to go slow, even though not that slow, when he wanted to pound into her, showing her the true pleasure of what she could feel when they were together—next time though, he knew. He thrusts were gentle, but firm, and space equally, not haltingly, constant so that her tunnel could get used to his size and the movement, forming to him and only him.
"Mm." It was there, with each thrust she was pushed on the edge of discomfort and pleasure. She wrapped her leg around his hip, opening up more, taking him in more, feeling him.
He kissed her neck as she moaned a little, a coil starting up inside of her. "Like that?"
"Y-yeah," she gasped, and he thrust into her again, making her feel that pleasured-ache. It was a little confusing, the mixture of the two, and that was why she knew her build-up was slow, the piling of the pleasures in the pit of her stomach to the little aches she felt. But it was steady just like his thrusts, and she was almost moaning as much as he was grunting, breathing heavy into the crook of her neck. She hooked her other leg around his thigh.
Gendry was closing in. It had been such a long time since he had sex, he was surprised that he was lasting this long at all, that he was holding his pace steady and not diving in. But he wanted this to last as long as possible, to feel her pulsing walls around him, her heat and wetness, the sound of her heart hammering in her chest, the growing moans of building pleasure over discomfort leaving her lips—he wanted to be here, inside her, holding her, looking into her eyes as he came and as she reached her climax with him, them connected like this for the first time—for it to be an explosion of pleasure that pushed her over the edge and made her cry out his name, her body pressed against his.
He thrusted, angling his hips, making sure he was in her tightness proper, and when she let out a grunt, he lifted his head and hit that same spot again. And then her tightness was clenching tighter around him as she reached her climax, essentially squeezing the come out of him. She cried out his name as he jerked to completion inside of her. Just like he had wanted, he made her reach that point of pleasure passed the ach, and she clung to him with it as she climaxed.
And the first time that she came with penetration, looking into the eyes of the man she loved, was to the song Heaven Coming Down by The Tea Party. It was so powerful it reached to her core, taking her breath away like nothing before. He settled down on top of her, still inside of her as they both came down, there naked bodies covered in sweat, their gasps tangling. She could feel his come, hot inside her through the condom, and wrapped her legs tighter around him, wanting to keep him inside her as long as possible.
"I love you," he took her mouth, claiming it with tongue.
She hugged him, moaning at his ministrations, tingling. He pulled back, kissing the corner of her mouth before he finally pushed off of her and laid down on the bed beside her. She instantly felt the loss of him inside her, almost like he left a gaping, hot hole.
He took the used condom filled with his spent seed from his cock, tied it off and threw it in the trash. Arya rolled over and spooned against his side, her leg thrown over his, her head resting on his chest.
"That was amazing, Gendry." She said. She'd never felt a climax like that before.
His hand slowly trained up and down her back as Just the Way You Are by Bruno Mars played on the stereo. "I'm so happy to be with you, Arya."
"I love you," she sighed, her eyes sliding closed. She'd never felt something so powerful, so profound, so complete in her life. Meeting Gendry had been like a destiny, not that she really believed in those sorts of things—but maybe just this once. He was her first love, her first everything and he loved her back. He completed her.
"You too, sweetheart."
Her breathed even out, and she said nothing further, her last thought best birthday in the world. And he knew she had dozed off. He didn't mind, he knew that she must be exhausted. He held her tighter, kissing the top of her head. He never wanted to let her go and he didn't plan to. He was hers and she was his and Gendry knew that he was going to be with Arya forever.
-the end-
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Note:
I would just like to say that I've never tasted mousse before, but I imagine that's what it's like, and the same goes for the truffles, I know that it's shaved on top of a lot of dishes though I wasn't sure if desserts were one of them—but it's like that anyways.
So this is the last chapter, for sure this time. Change Of Pace is the longest fic I've written so far, and I hoped that you liked it enough to think that it's okay to waste a minute to tell me what you think. Though it is a Modern AU fic, I hope that I did the characters to their likeliness in the show and no one was too OOC (Out Of Character). I wouldn't be adverse to your reviews, good or bad and I want to thank and send my appreciation out to those of you who already have or will in the future post your comments.
Thanks for Reading!
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