This chapter is the reason this fic is rated M ((I'm so not used to write something like this))

...I just want Gendry and Arya in a 'play' about Argella and Orys because… idk

drama school rivals being cast as romantic opposites because they have "crazy sexual tension" according to their director AU

They were supposed to be reading lines, just practicing, "the emotion is there, the tension, the energy the passion" Syrio had told her,"you just need to know the lines, Gendry could help you, he already knows his." And that's what they were supposed to be doing, reading lines, Arya didn't understand how they had ended like this, on his living room couch, he without a shirt and his hand inside her pants just… there, barely touching.

"Don't worry, My Storm Queen," Gendry cites, his mouth besides her ear, barely brushing, "your sigil and words may live on and on, in our sons so they may carry them and the sons of their sons until the end of men."

"Ge-Gendry" Arya gasps, squirming under him, "please"

"…until the end of men."

"S-s… So my land was not enough for your greed?" Arya recites as Gendry kiss softly her neck. "You shall take something more of me, tell me my lord, is there anything else you want to take from me?"

Arya moans as Gendry's finger buries deep in her.