Gendry sat up in the stands, leaning against the metal bar in front of him, watching as Arya instructed a group of ten year olds below.
He couldn't help the smile from forming on his face, not when Arya was dealing with very serious children holding swords. It just looked so cute.
"Hey." Gendry turned to see Brienne lumbering over to where he was seated. "What're you doing up here, lurking about?"
"I'm not lurking, I'm just watching."
Brienne sat next to him, her sword across her lap. She was dressed similarly to Arya, workout clothes and sneakers, her hair pushed back away from her face.
"She's good with them – the kids." She leaned back against the row behind them, looking down where Arya stood surrounded by youths. "She'd never admit it, and she probably doesn't like it, but she's good with them."
Gendry bit back a smile. "I can see that."
They sat quietly for a few minutes, watching the classes below them. Gendry didn't as why Brienne wasn't down there and in return she didn't as why he was up here. It was one of the main reasons he liked Brienne so much; she didn't push.
"So that barbeque was something, huh?"
Gendry nodded, "Yeah, it certainly was."
"Did the brothers Stark scare you proficiently?"
"Oh, yeah. They threatened me not only with bodily harm but also with vague cannibalism."
Brienne snorted, "Yeah, sounds like them." She paused for a moment, touching her sword and hesitating. "You know they like you, right? You know we all like you?"
Gendry turned towards her, the gentle smile on his face placating her fears. "I know. I like you all too."
"Good." Brienne said gruffly. "Just, ah, thought you should know."
"Thanks, Brienne."
"No problem." She stood with her sword and gestured towards the gym below them. "I've gotta class, but Arya should be done soon."
He nodded as Brienne left and Gendry was once again alone, staring down at Arya Stark teaching little kids to water dance. Her growing hair was pulled up into a high ponytail, swishing around as she demonstrated moves. Her leggings were tight around her ass and thighs, her loose tank top did nothing to hide her cleavage from him.
He watched her move gracefully and fluidly around their sectioned part of the gym, showing and teaching her children how to move like her. He smiled and watched until her hour was done and she dismissed each and every kid to their parents.
Gendry moved from the bleachers over to where she stood. "Hey."
She looked up at him in surprise. "Hey." She kissed him lightly. "What're you doing here?"
He shrugged, sticking his hands in his pockets, causing his shoulders to haunch. "My last class got cancelled so I thought I'd finally come down to see you."
Arya rolled her eyes. "You should come to a match if you want to see me. This is the boring shit."
"Didn't seem very boring to me."
"That's because you're a novice." She smiled and leaned up to peck him on the lips. "Come on, I need to change before I can go anywhere."
"What, you don't want to go prancing about in sweaty workout clothes?" Gendry joked as he let her pull him towards the locker room.
"Not particularly."
She pushed him in and locked the door behind them, not wanting any little ones bursting in while she was getting changed.
Gendry looked around as Arya began to shuck her clothes and replace them with real ones. He watched as she revealed more and more pale skin to his eyes until she was in nothing more than her underwear. She pulled the sports bra over her head, leaving her perfect breasts bouncing as she searched her bag for her bra. He wanted to cup those breasts, feel them heavy and smooth in his large hands. He wanted to squeeze them and roll them until she sighed prettily.
Arya stepped into her jeans and finally found her bra, hiding her beautiful breasts from him once again. She pulled a black t-shirt over her head as he glanced around the changing room they were in.
"So, is this the same changing room where one Miss Arya Stark had her first lesbian experience."
Arya rolled her eyes at first, that annoyed little set to her jaw present, before her expression changed in the blink of an eye and she was staring at him with a sultry smirk and a little lift to her brows. "One of many."
His face went slack of its own accord. "Seriously?"
Arya just sidled up to him, running a hand up his chest. "Wouldn't you like to know."
"You little – "
Gendry was cut off by Arya's lips. He brought his hands up to cup her face as her body pinned him to the wall.
"Is it weird that I want to blow you right now?" She whispered into his ear.
He let out breath and shook his head quickly, "Absolutely not. Not weird at all, nope. You do what you feel is best."
Arya laughed and smiled into his mouth as she kissed him. Standing on her tip-toes, she ran her hands through his hair, pulling him to her and keeping him in place. Her hips grinding lightly into his, causing him to let out these aborted little groans.
"You don't think it's… inappropriate?" She whispered gently against his lips.
"Very inappropriate, not to mention unprofessional, but sometimes you just gotta do what you gotta do."
"I'm so glad I have your approval to be naughty." She smiled, slithering down his body and onto her knees.
"Be as naughty as you like, I'm all for naughty. The naughtier the better."
Arya couldn't help the laugh that escaped her. He was just so funny when he was turned on in places he shouldn't be. She'd been doing that to him lately, mostly because she was horny all the time too, but it was kind of fun to rile him up like this.
They hadn't seen all that much of each other since the barbeque, but she'd take what she could get. And if that meant blowing him in Syrio's locker room, well, whatever.
She unbuttoned his jeans and pulled them down with his underwear where they stopped about mid-thigh. He was hard and flushed, his breathing a little erratic and his pupils dialed enough for his eyes to look dark. She grabbed his thick length and fitted her mouth over the head, sucking gently. Gendry cried out and Arya pulled off to press a finger to her lips.
She pumped him a few times with her hand before returning her mouth. Her lips stretched a little obscenely around him and her center throbbed. He was long, though she was sure not as long or large as porn might suggest everyone was, but Gendry was certainly well endowed, that was for sure. Long and thick, hot and velvet smooth. She absently wondered if it would hurt at first when he pushed inside of her, but she had vibrators roughly the same size, so, maybe not.
She licked up the underside and then kitten-licked at the head, Gendry softly moaning and breath-hitching above her. She only had a very vague idea of what he liked – seeing as they hadn't really done this more than a few times. But, she was nothing if not committed.
She took him in as far as she could, her hand working the bottom quickly, and swallowed around the head. She'd read that once, apparently it was accurate if the way Gendry yelped was any consideration. It didn't take him long to start chanting her name breathlessly, moaning around the vowels, whispering that he was going to come.
She wasn't exactly sure what his preference was, seeing as how they hadn't really had the chance to discuss any of this sexy stuff, but she figured swallowing it down was the way to go. Also, there was practically no chance of it getting on her clothes and then being humiliated. So, in her mouth it went.
Arya redoubled her efforts, tonguing the underside of the head, stroking her hand firmer and quicker up and down the shaft, hallowing her cheeks and sucking harshly.
Gendry slammed his head back against the wall and came with a gasp, hot and heavy down her throat. She swallowed as it came, licking him clean. She stood, walking over to the sink and drank from the faucet, clearing the taste and slight soreness from her throat. Gendry was still recovering, his breathing still a bit winded, his cheeks and neck ultra-flushed, his eyes glassy.
Arya smirked as she grabbed a piece of gum from her bag in the corner and popped it into her mouth.
"God, Arya." Gendry sighed, tucking himself back into his pants and buttoning his jeans. "Have you…"
He trailed off, a little embarrassed, but Arya caught the meaning. Still smirking, she sauntered over to him.
"Have I… done that before?" She waited for his flush of guilt and downcast eyes of confirmation before answering with a smile. "No. But I'm a very quick study."
Gendry looked a little relieved and also intrigued as Arya moved away from him, back to where her bag was located.
"I also watch a lot of porn."
Gendry sputtered, "Wha-what?"
Arya laughed, "I knew that'd get your attention."
"You…?"
"Watch porn? Yes, sometimes." She smirked seductively at him before letting that drop and smiling at him instead. "But, mostly the "a lot of porn" part comes from Lommy when I asked him to help me try and seduce you."
Gendry's face did this really, really, cute confusion thing that made Arya giggle. "Wait, what?" She couldn't contain the laughter. "You watched porn with Lommy because you asked him for help seducing me?"
"Basically." She nodded. "Oh, Brienne was there too."
"What the fuck?"
"Don't hurt yourself thinking about it too much, Gen. In the end, I didn't really need a lot to seduce you anyway. Clearly my great taste in shit movies and snarky comments were enough to lure you in anyway."
Gendry snorted, "Yeah, there was a lot of seduction involved there."
"Hey!" Arya gasped, offended. "I'll have you know that The Skirt Incident was totally a seduction technique that worked."
Gendry sighed, "Of course the skirt was a seduction technique. I should've known. You'd never wear a skirt like that normally."
"Just for you." Arya smiled as she kissed him.
"As amazing as that surprise locker room blow job was – and it was, one of my high school fantasies in action – I feel bad. What about you?" He kissed down her neck gently, whispering along her skin and causing Arya's flesh to tingle and raise.
"Not really the prime location for foreplay, Gen. Not for us girls, anyway. But, don't worry, you can make it up to me later."
"I will." Gendry nodded smugly with that stupidly beautiful smile.
Arya smiled back and shook her head. "You're so stupid."
"Yeah," Gendry smiled, wrapping his arms around her. "But you love me."
Arya chuckled, snuggling into his embrace. "Yeah, basically."
"You know, we haven't even gone on a real date yet." He said into her hair, her head on his chest and his arms around her shoulders, holding her to him. "I think I remember you asking me out on a 'real date'."
"You had a concussion, what do you know."
"Mild concussion. And I remember it all, thank you very much."
"So, let's go on a date."
Gendry smiled, "Okay."
Arya stood looking at herself in the mirror, scowling as she ran critical eyes over her clothes.
They were going on a date.
A real first date.
Of course, it was with Gendry, so this was all slightly ridiculous and made her want to roll her eyes. But, there was that odd, sentimental, teenage part of herself that felt like she needed to savor this.
She hadn't gone to Prom or Homecoming. She had never went out with anyone before. This was all so... new.
Sure she was no stranger to parties, to drinking and dancing and generally having a good time, but she knew this was supposed to be different. This was her first boyfriend and their first outing as a couple.
It was stupid, this was all stupid. They literally went out to eat food together all the time, now should be no different regardless of how their relationship had changed. He was still her best friend, they still hung out on his couch and watched poorly rated Netflix movies. Just because she was allowed to kiss him freely and talk about all the naughty things she wanted to do with him didn't mean they had to change.
Right?
Right. They didn't have to change, they wouldn't. She hoped.
Regardless, she stood standing in front of her full-length mirror, staring at her choice of clothes.
Sansa was at work, Sandor was with the band, she was alone in the house and right now she was thankful for that. She had cursed when she realized Sansa wasn't home, but her initial anger at her sister's absence had faded and she was left with gratitude for the stillness of the empty house.
Sansa would make a big deal about it – which, sometimes she wanted – but right now she needed everything to just be... normal for five minutes.
They were going downtown to some burger place Gendry had been waiting to try and while Arya knew it was a casual establishment, she wasn't sure what to wear. It was their first date, wasn't she supposed to wear something jaw-dropping so that she could smirk at him and he'd know that he'd made the right choice in asking her out?
No, wait, that was a scene from a movie they'd watched not long ago.
Gendry didn't ask her out, it just sort of happened. This was technically a "first date", but they were still them. She needed to keep reminding herself that.
Arya stepped away from the mirror, grabbing her bag and leaving the apartment. She was meeting Gendry at his and they'd leave from there to go downtown. It was normal, not at all weird, stop making it weird, Arya.
The drive was well-practiced by now, she didn't really have to think about where she was going anymore, it gave her time to think. Which, she did.
She hadn't seen Gendry in a week, which sucked. After the barbeque she had only seen him once at Syrio's before he'd gotten sucked back into work and school, making up all of his lost time and late assignments. She had been busy too, Syrio had made her come in and take some more classes, seeing as she'd been totally avoiding the studio lately. Syrio had barked at her about college and scholarships and her deference, making her feel all guilty and shit, so she'd caved and spent all her waking hours over there.
Gendry had called her every night to talk before they went to sleep. It was… cute. Not something she'd necessarily ever thought she'd enjoy, but she found it sweet and answered every time. He also texted her throughout the day, but so did she. She was constantly texting him. She had quietly transformed into one of those girls seemingly overnight. Whatever, Gendry was still her best friend so she didn't care.
She parked in the free space next to the weird guy from 3B and practically ran up the stairs to Gendry's apartment. She wanted to see his stupid face and kiss it.
She used one of the many keys on her keychain and opened the door, scanning around for him and not finding him. Pouting, she closed the door behind her and threw her bag down on the counter, rounding it to peek into his bedroom – which was also empty. But, the shower running pretty much cued her into where he was.
Arya slinked in, opening the door loudly enough to alert him to her presence. Gendry had been yelling at her for being so silent-footed, scaring him all the time. She was attempting to make herself a bit louder as to not give him a heart attack.
She sang along loudly to the song playing on the ipod in the bathroom, Gendry just snorted at her from where he stood under the spray. Arya continued her mini performance, dance moves and all, before falling down onto the toilet to catch her breath.
"Hi."
Gendry smiled and shook his head, "Hi."
"I'd jump in there with you, but I literally just showered and my hair will get all weird if I wash it again so soon."
Gendry turned off the water and grabbed the towel handing on the edge of the rail, sliding open the door as he finished securing it around his waist. She watched the water droplets slide down his dusky skin, falling in between the ridges and contours of his insane muscles.
Like, how was it even possible for her to have this hot as hell stupid idiot as her boyfriend? Didn't make sense.
Gendry stood with a smirk, hands on his hips, and an eyebrow raised at her very obvious staring. But, Arya could see the bright blush making its home over his cheeks and ears.
Arya moved from her perch and made her way over towards him. It was muggy in the bathroom, the steam making her sweat and her hair was probably going to do something weird, but that didn't matter. There was a naked Gendry all wet and smirking in front of her and Arya wasn't about to let that opportunity pass up just because it was a little damp up in here.
"It's such a shame that you're just gonna need another shower tonight."
Gendry raised a brow, hands coming to settle on her hips. "Oh, yeah? Why's that?"
Arya stared up at him with wide, unblinking eyes, a false innocence on her face that many had told her was appealing. "Because I plan on having very dirty sex with you tonight. Finally."
Gendry choked a little, that blush covering not only his cheeks but his neck and chest. Arya smirked, oh, this was going to be so much fun.
"I hope that's okay with you." She continued. "We haven't really had much time together since we started dating and I know this is our first date and all, and you're not supposed to put out on the first date, but I think I'll make an exception."
Gendry just nodded and gulped, looking a bit dazed. "Okay."
She kissed his lips lightly and gently, "Okay."
Arya moved away from him, out of the bathroom and into the living room where she sat on the couch and turned on the tv. She heard him get dressed over the sounds of some horrible reality tv show.
"Are you watching this shit again?" Gendry came out of his room toweling his hair, a smirk on his lips.
He was wearing one of those annoyingly tight navy blue t-shirts that made his wide-set shoulders look even more prominent and a pair of jeans that clung to his ass. She wanted to simultaneously punch him in the face and kiss his stupid mouth.
She looked down at her own apparel, wondering if he gave her a once over and felt like he wanted to die. Probably not, but it never hurt to try.
The grey t-shirt dress she wore wasn't very long, showing off a lot more leg then was strictly necessary. She had black tights on to counter balance that, but they were sheer so she wasn't exactly sure how much they were helping. Her oversized jacket was longer than her dress, so maybe that helped.
She hadn't wanted to dress too fancy, unsure of how Gendry was dressing, but now she felt like she'd made the right choice. Casual, but not too casual. She wondered if he was as nervous as she was.
"Don't mock my taste in shit television, Waters. That's how I managed to woo you in the first place."
Gendry snorted, finished drying his hair and was now pulling on his boots. "Yeah, that's exactly how it went down."
She turned her sharp gaze onto him, "So, how did it go down? If it wasn't my amazing taste in terrible tv, what was it?"
He had that annoying smirky smile on his lips as he shrugged a shoulder. "Guess it's one for the ages."
She threw a throw pillow at his head, "You're so annoying. I hate you."
Gendry threw the pillow back at her, smiling. "I'm sure you do."
The burger joint was down in the Keep, not far from where they ate that time with Renly when he announced his engagement to Loras. It was trendy, but not as trendy as that restaurant, making Arya feel slightly more at ease.
Gendry was in the middle of telling some story about Hot Pie and his professor as Arya stole his fries, having finished all of hers.
"So," She started, the noisy room calming her slightly, giving her the feeling of anonymity.
"So," He smiled back at her, sipping his soda.
"Tell me things."
He chuckled, setting down his glass. "And what things do you want me to tell you, exactly?"
Arya stole a few more of his fries, shrugging all nonchalant, a small smirk hiding in the corners of her lips.
"Let's chat about how I apparently didn't seduce you." She watched him panic a little and she couldn't help but laugh. "Oh my god, Gendry. We're literally dating, why are you getting all squirrelly now?"
He scoffed, "I'm not squirrelly."
"Alright, then. So, let's talk about how long you've liked me."
Gendry rolled his eyes and looked away, trying to stave off the blush that was already forming. "Seriously? That's so juvenile."
"Oh, I'm so sorry." Arya laughed. "I forgot how mature and worldly you are. Couldn't possibly indulge in my sophomoric inquiries."
Gendry mock laughed at her took a bite of his burger. Arya waited, knowing he'd crack eventually, and just smiled smugly across from him.
He sighed, putting down his burger and rolled his eyes. "I've liked you since high school, okay? You know this already."
The smile that slipped onto her face was wide and mocking and full of faux-shock. "Shut up." She leaned across the table and pushed at his shoulder. "Shut up!"
"Ow. Stop hitting me."
"You've had a crush on me since high school?" She gapped at him, the excitement and scandal written all over her face. "Does Hot Pie know? Does Pod? Are you telling me all of your friends knew about your secret love for me and I was left all alone in the dark about it?"
Gendry sighed, rubbing a hand over his face, attempting to dislodge the blush that had taken over his fair skin.
"Shut up. Stop making fun of me."
Arya smiled and let out a genuine laugh. "Sorry, Gen. This is all just so scandalous."
"It's not that scandalous, okay? I had a crush on you in high school, but I started having feelings for you once we were hanging out all the time. And, yes," He sighed heavily. "The guys knew about it."
"I practically stalked you in the library for two years." Arya confessed, as though it was the hardest thing for her to ever say.
Gendry rolled his eyes. "Yeah, I know."
Arya smacked him again, "Well, then tell me the juicy couture stuff."
He sighed and bit back the smile that threatened to come over his face. "Be specific. What do you want to know?"
"The good stuff!" She groaned. "I want the actual blush-worthy shit. Like, do you think about me when you masturbate, and why you've never even kissed anyone, and your kiss with Lommy! You know, the good stuff."
The blush on Gendry's fair skin didn't seem like it was going anywhere any time soon. He just huffed and rolled his eyes, attempting to hide the fact that he was uncomfortable talking about embarrassing things. Unlike Arya, who was brash, and loud, and didn't seem to give a fuck.
"Oh, yeah, well, why don't you tell me the "good" stuff, then?" Gendry barked defensively. "See how you like being put on the spot."
Arya smirked, "Well, I've never kissed Lommy. And, I have kissed other people besides you. And, I do think about you when I masturbate. A lot, actually."
The blush persisted.
"How do you even know about the kiss with Lommy?" He deflected.
Arya rolled her eyes, "Bran told me."
Of course. Starks couldn't be trusted with state secrets, duly noted.
Gendry cleared his throat. "We were in high school and Lommy was a party boy, as I'm sure you're very aware. He was straight back then – or, attempting to be anyway. I got at text in the middle of the night asking me to come get him. Lommy never did that, ever. So, I immediately went to get him."
"As you should." Arya nodded, warmed by Gendry's genuine concern and love for his friends.
"I went to the party, found him waiting on the curb looking all…heartbroken. He got in the car and I kept asking him what was wrong, he wouldn't tell me. I was parked in my driveway trying to get him to tell me what happened, I managed to get a few details – a drunken make out, someone busting into the room, and then Lommy started to cry." Gendry worried the napkin in his hands. "I don't think I'd ever seen Lommy cry before, took me off guard."
"I can imagine." Arya didn't think she'd be quick on the draw either if she saw Lommy having an emotional breakdown. He just didn't seem the sort.
"So, as I'm trying to get him to calm down, he leans in for a hug. I go, I'm an affectionate guy, all of my friends are affectionate guys, but he kisses me instead. Full on, hands on my face, climax of a rom-com kiss."
Arya just gaped at him with wide eyes – fully invested in the story. "So, what happened?"
"He apologized." Gendry shrugged like it wasn't a big deal – because to him, it wasn't. It struck him that this is exactly how his conversation with Bran ended up and Gendry could see the irony in it. "I told him not to, that it was fine." He shrugged again, in a casual way that spoke of total acceptance. Arya really admired Gendry for that. "He came out to me in that moment, in my car, at three in the morning. Said the drunken make-out had been with Aeden Conners –"
"Aeden Conners." Arya cut him off with her gossip face – complete with wide eyes and gaping mouth and excited features. "Aeden Conners?"
"Yeah?"
"As in, Captain of the Rugby team, Aeden Conners? Straight as a maypole, Aeden Conners? Mr. Pussy and Pints, Aeden Conners?"
Gendry couldn't help but laugh at her shock over Lommy having a tryst with the very aggressively straight Aeden Conners.
"Yes, that Aeden Conners."
"Holy fuck."
He nodded, "So you can see why Lommy was upset. In-the-closet-Conners brought Lommy upstairs for a fuck and then outed him to everyone at the party when someone walked in on them. Made it seem like Lommy was forcing him into something he didn't want."
"Holy shit." Arya muttered, her heart aching for Lommy. "That must've sucked, big time."
"Yeah," Gendry nodded, "He didn't have the best year after that. But, I made sure to let him know nothing would ever change between us just because he liked dudes. What do I care? I was pining after you for five years, clearly I have no room to talk about what's proper."
Arya leaned over and kissed him, slow and sweet, smiling the entire time. When she pulled back se stroked his face, still smiling. "You're a really good guy, you know that?"
Gendry couldn't help but smile back. "So I've been told."
Arya pulled back, settling back into her seat, her sweet smile morphing once again into something a little more smirky – though, it was still soft around the edges.
"You have two more questions to answer."
Gendry rolled his eyes, but smiled back. "Yes, Mistress."
Arya scoffed and rolled her own eyes. "Ugh, not this again."
Gendry smirked, "What, you don't like Mistress?"
"I preferred Milady over Mistress."
"As M'lady commands."
"Go on then," Arya smirked haughtily. "do as your lady commands."
Gendry smiled at her for a moment before looking away, thinking over his answer to her second question. "I have trust issues."
"Me too. We should form a club."
A little more at ease after her comment, he leaned back in his chair a bit. "You know, everything with Robert just… put me in a weird place when it comes to relationships." He shrugged, tearing into the napkin on the table in front of him, not looking in her eyes. "And my mom never really got together with anyone after the divorce."
"So you just don't trust someone enough to get intimate with them?" She surmised.
He gave a noncommittal lift of his shoulder. "I guess, yeah. I just felt like it needed to be this… grand thing, or it'd be wasted on someone worthless and I'd end up like my mom."
"You don't want someone to treat you like Robert had. That's normal, Gen." She bit at her lip. "So what changed your mind then?"
He looked up at her then, still tearing into the napkin in his hands but no longer hiding from her. "You."
Arya felt her heart expand in her chest and the blush that blossomed over her cheeks. She couldn't help the wide smile that took over her face as she looked away from him and shook her head, groaning. "Gen. That was so cheesy."
He smiled, ducking his head in the bashful way that made her want to tackle him to the ground. "Yeah, well, I mean it."
"Why me?" She asked with a smile, the hint of laughter still in her voice. It was the most beautiful thing he'd ever witnessed.
He shrugged, "Why not you?"
She chuckled a bit disbelievingly, though not dramatically, shaking her head. "Because… I'm just Arya." She said like her point was obvious.
"Uh-huh." He nodded.
"You really trust me that much?"
He looked at her so open and affectionately that it almost made her uncomfortable even as her stomach clenched and her breath caught in her throat. It was beautiful and so honest. She'd never be able to do that, she'd never be able to be that vulnerable out in the open like this, not like Gendry.
"Of course I do." He reached across the small table to gently touch her face.
Arya let him.
She let him look at her all open and gooey, touching her face so tenderly. She let him.
Then she moved back, out of reach. A smile on her lips to soften the blow.
She was very comfortable with Gendry – more comfortable than she ever thought possible. But, there were still things that felt… difficult.
Arya cleared her throat, a sassy little smile on her lips. "You still have one more question to answer." Steering away from her awkward inability to be a real human was a specialty of hers.
Gendry just rolled his eyes and smiled. "Thought you might've forgotten."
She scoffed, "As if I'd ever forget."
He just sighed and blushed, eyeing the tables surrounding them in the loud room. "Of course I do, alright?"
Arya just smirked big and bright. "Oh, I'm gonna need details."
Gendry huffed and returned to his food. "Not here, you're not."
Her laughter caused the surrounding tables to turn and look at them, which in turn made Gendry blush more and look down at his plate. Arya let her laughter die down to a solid chuckle, looking at her best friend and reveling in the fact that he was more than that now.
"I have to tell you something." She started, gaining his attention.
"Oh?" He asked, taking a sip of his drink.
"Our first kiss, wasn't our first kiss."
Gendry's brows furrowed, "I don't really count your brother's wedding as our first kiss."
"No." Arya bit at her lip, wondering if he'd be mad that she'd practically taken advantage of him, that she'd never told him. "Before that."
"I think I would've remembered kissing you before that, Arya."
"It was the night I picked you up from that bar."
He looked like he was trying to access that memory, but was coming up empty. He didn't remember the next morning, she doubted he'd remember it now.
"The night at the bar?"
"Yeah." She nodded, toying with the napkin in front of her. "I picked you up, brought you home, and when you kissed me… I didn't stop you."
Gendry just looked at her blankly for a moment before the color rushed to his cheeks. "How embarrassing."
Arya laughed, "It wasn't embarrassing, trust me."
"Says the one who was sober and had to deal with my sloppy ass."
"I'm sorry I didn't tell you." She reached across to take his hand in hers. "I thought you'd be mad."
Gendry entwined their fingers and looked at her so earnestly when he replied, "Why would I be mad?" that she had no idea why she ever thought he would be.
"I don't know."
"Well, for the record, I'm not. Embarrassed, mortified, really, but not mad."
"Let's get out of here." Arya smiled.
They stumbled into his apartment, mouths locked together. Arya slammed him back into the front door, closing it with him. It was like she was trying to climb inside of him – she vaguely wondered if he'd let her.
He broke away, kissing down her neck as he backed her away from the door and out of the kitchen, into the living room area.
She pushed him off of her by the shoulders, catching him off guard as he stumbled backwards into his bedroom. Arya followed, pouncing on him and returning back into his arms. Her lips found his easily, their kisses fast, furious, intense. She pushed his stupid t-shirt up, exposing his ridiculous stomach muscles, her hands following the path of his shirt, her hands hot and heavy on his skin.
He pulled the shirt over his head, tossing it somewhere to his left and began riding her of the clothes she wore. She shrugged off the oversized jacket she wore, letting it fall at her feet. Gendry pulled the t-shirt dress over her head, dislodging the messy bun her hair had been in. He dropped the dress on the floor and they stood in front of each other breathing heavily.
Arya was sure she looked ridiculous standing in front of him with her disheveled hair still half up, a bra and her sheer black tights. Somehow, she didn't feel very ridiculous as Gendry raked his eyes up her exposed skin. That ruddy flush making its way down his neck and splaying over his collarbones.
She quickly moved to unbutton his pants.
He seemed to get the memo and took over the removal of his own bottoms as she quickly shimmied out of her tights without getting a run in them, her underwear, and her bra, tossing it all somewhere. She looked back up at him, all pale and pretty in the glow of his horrible bedside lamp.
He was hard and heavy, curving up towards his stomach. She wanted to get her hands on him, she wanted to get her mouth on him. But, really, she wanted him inside of her, like, yesterday.
She might've been a virgin, mostly because she had extreme trust issues, but she knew what she wanted. She trusted Gendry and she wanted Gendry, and she was pretty sure she was already half in love with Gendry. She wasn't waiting another minute.
She crashed into him like a wave rolling against the rocks, wrapping her arms around his neck as her lips met his. Their kissing was frenzied with the rush of lust coursing through their bodies, she bit his hip, she licked into his mouth, she all but consumed him as she walked him backwards to the bed.
Once the back of his knees hit the mattress, she pushed him down by his shoulders and straddled his lap. She sucked down the hiss and groan that escaped his lips, kissing him again and again and again. Gendry's hands tightened on her hips, simultaneously pulling her forward and pushing her away. She couldn't seem to stop the squirming of her hips as she felt him hardened beneath her.
Gendry threw his head back with a hiss and the breath caught in his throat, his hips coming up in little thrusts against her. It was slick between them from where she was basically dripping above him, Gendry seemed to have a hard time controlling himself because of it.
"Fucking hell." He all but wheezed out, eyes firmly shut.
Arya kissed down his neck, nipping at those ridiculous collarbones of his. He let out another strangled breath.
Gendry released on of her hips and smoothed his hand up her thigh, over her ass, up her back, over the side of her breast, and back down, finally stopping between her legs where they were almost joined. He slipped one of those gorgeous fingers inside of her, causing her to clench around it and moan, head titled back, eyes closed.
He let her adjust briefly before adding another and let her practically ride his hand. His eyes were glued to where his knuckles disappeared inside of her, mouth slightly open, breath coming out in little pants.
He added a third finger, meeting her thrusts with some of his own, pitching another moan straight from her chest. She nodded, eyes snapping open. She felt like she looked a little wild, which meant she probably looked like a crazy person but she didn't care.
"I'm good. I'm really, very, good. Now if you don't get inside of me now, I'm going to kill you."
She was going for threatening, it seemed to work seeing as Gendry removed his hand and scrambled to open his bedside table and pull out a condom. Arya practically ripped it from his hands as she stood from his lap and knelt quickly. She tossed the wrapper behind her, pulling the tip and rolled it down his shaft in one fluid motion. She pumped him a few times, ripping a startled cry right from his mouth as he looked at her with wild eyes.
"What?" She shrugged as she gestured for him to scoot back on the bed. "I was raised by, like, thirty brothers, Sansa, and Ygritte. You don't think I know how to put on a condom?"
Gendry moved back to the center of the bed, his back against the wall. He smiled and shook his head, "It was just so proper."
Arya bit back a smile as she climbed on top of him, punching him lightly in the shoulder. "Shut up."
She leaned down to kiss him and he met her half way, big hands warm where they cupped her back. She smiled into the kiss and he smiled back.
Bringing one hand down behind her, she gripped him at the base which caused a breathy moan to escape him as she lowered herself down on him. He was near scorching, even through the latex, and she could only imagine what he'd feel like bare. It was different than her toys, he was hard and malleable within her, hot and supple and filling her up in every way she'd never been.
Gendry's breathing heightened, panting and staring at where he was disappearing inside of her. Arya couldn't help the loud whine that escaped her once she was fully seated. They just breathed in each other's air for a moment, their gaze never straying from each other. All she saw was blue; the deep, stormy water rolling on the rocks, crashing against the waves.
His hands had moved to her hips at some point, she couldn't even pinpoint when exactly. But his large hands were at her hips, squeezing in a way that was both sharp and unpainful. He lifted her gently – which, of course, caused another whine to escape her – and slowly brought her back down over him.
She threw her head back in a moan at the feeling.
She lifted herself this time, guided by his hands on her hips, pushing up with her knees until he was all but out of her, only the very tip of the head was still lingering inside, before slamming back down over the length of his cock.
Both of them were moaning from the feeling. It didn't take long after that for her to find a rhythm. Arya rode him hard and fast, switching between pulling above him and keeping him buried deep inside of her as she circled her hips against his.
He looked insane with his head tossed back against the wall, blue eyes dark and focused solely on her body, lips bright and red from where he'd bit them to keep quiet, that flush dark over his pale skin. His abdominal muscles clenched every time his hips thrust up to meet her and his biceps flexed often with the grip he had on her.
She knew it wasn't going to be long. He was making that almost hiccupping breath that he did whenever he was about to come. God, she wanted to see him come.
She pushed down heavily, clenching around him as she made sharp circles with her hips. She grabbed his hand and pushed it between her legs, her eyes closed tight, her breasts heaving with the force of her pants. Gendry wasn't stupid all the time, that was for sure. He quickly brushed his thumb over her clit and she let out a harsh whine. It took no time at all for her to fall apart.
With a gasping cry she came with her thighs shaking over his hips. She fell forward a bit, bracing herself with hands on his shoulders. She was breathing heavy as she continued to vigorously thrust down on his hard cock, clenching tightly as his eyes closed tightly and his mouth hung open, thrusting up to meet her. He held her too him on the last thrust, pushing as far as he could go and shook as he came with a groan.
Gendry collapsed back and Arya sagged against him. She couldn't help the small chuckle that escaped her as she laid her head against his shoulder and he wrapped his arms around her back. The hug was warm and solid, helping the calming of her racing heart.
She stayed like that for a moment, catching her breath and letting her heartbeat slow, before she removed herself from him and flopped back against the mattress on his right. She watched as Gendry shed the condom, throwing in the waste basket beside his bed. She needed to pee and she was toying with the idea of getting in the shower, but Gendry laid beside her and rested his head against her shoulder with his eyes closed.
Arya instantly reached up a hand to toy with his messy hair, feeling him sigh and become heavy as she did so. He was a sucker for hands in his hair, just like she'd melt at a back scratch. She let him rest, her own eyes closing as she shifted her fingers through his hair.
He had class at eleven and she had to be at Syrio's around noon, but the shower could wait. It could all wait just a little longer.
A/N: Sorry this took a thousand years! Tell me all the things, guys!