A/N: I love you, guys. I didn't think anyone would read this at first, but I'm exhilarated that I've reached this much number of favorites, follows and review. And for that, I give you, a little smut. Lol. Thank you again!

Joffrey fidgeted in the driver's seat as he waited for Tommen to come out of Jaqn's House of Music. Gendry was not home and was not responding to Cersei's calls, so Joffrey told his mom that he'd pick up Tommen after his guitar lessons. He knew something was up with his older brother when Arya stormed in the front door and ran up the stairs and into her room. The door slamming was pretty much a give-away of her mood and so he assumed his brother contributed to it. When he texted Gendry to ask what was up, he only texted back with a "leave me alone" and so Joffrey did just that.

But Joffrey Baratheon didn't really leave things alone. He simply finds other people to bug. In this case, Tommen looked like a pretty good prospect.

"Hey, Joff," Tommen said, lugging the huge guitar case into the back seat before riding shotgun. The older one grinned and asked if he was hungry, to which Tommen dramatically nodded his head. Joffrey laughed at this.

"And here I thought Gen was the only drama queen in the family," he joked.

"Gen still takes all the awards for that!" replied Tommen.

Joffrey pulled out of the parking spot and drove around for about fifteen minutes before finding a parking spot. Tommen had no idea where they were going, so he let himself be led by Joffrey until they stopped in front of Castle Darry, the newest burger joint in King's Landing. Tommen grinned widely, making Joffrey happy that he made the right choice.

The fast food is every child's dream. It carries a castle theme: the booths were made to be like a wheelehouse, the staff were dressed as court jesters and princesses and knights, the décor was very much like stepping into medieval times. Even Joffrey was in awe of the place.

"May I assist my two most valued clients?"

Joffrey and Tommen spun around to find Chef Baelish standing there with a smile on his face. Joffrey and Tommen greeted him with hugs before finding themselves being led into one of the nicest booths - ahem, wheelhouse - at the farthest corner of the establishment.

"I'm glad you both decided to drop by and taste our food," Chef Baelish said, his moustache going up as his mouth turned up into an even wider smile.

"Do you own this place?" asked Tommen.

Chef Baelish laughed. "I'm part owner, yes! But we have a staff to do the cooking. I still pledge loyalty to the Baratheons and their well-equipped kitchen."

They all laughed at this. Chef Baelish recommended some great sounding food and left them both alone for the meantime.

"Okay," Joffrey told Tommen as he leaned his elbows on the table and moved closer to his little brother. "What is going on with Gendry and Arya?"

The younger boy shrugged and said, "I don't know. I wanted to take Nymeria for a walk before I left, but I heard Arya crying in her room so I didn't bother knocking. Do you think they're mad at each other?"

"Couples fight, it's perfectly normal," Joffrey said. "Margaery and I used to fight all the time."

Tommen rolled his eyes. "No, Margaery used to nag all the time and you were just stupid to say yes to everything she said. That's not fighting."

"You're such a pain in the ass," Joffrey said with a sneer.

"Am not! Gendry says you are!"

"Okay, whatever. Point is, something's up with those two. You want to find out?"

Tommen grinned. "Absolutely."

Arya couldn't sleep. She hasn't come out of her room since she got home that afternoon, and her brothers had been nagging her about not eating dinner and making Nymeria miserable locked up in her room. But she knew the guys were only curious about why she'd been crying and why she's declined talking to Gendry.

He'd been texting and calling her non-stop, until Arya turned her phone off and flung it under the pillows. She'd resisted the urge to turn it back on and texting him back, but she'd been hurt earlier so she figured making him suffer too would make her feel satisfied.

Problem is, she didn't feel satisfied and it's only making her sad and lonely and grumpy and miserable that she tossed and turned for most of the night.

With a sigh and cursing herself for being weak when it comes to her ass of a boyfriend, she fished her phone from under the pillows and turned it back on. About 30 texts - all from him - came in one after the other, as well as prompts for 15 missed calls, also from him.

No, wait. One was from Joffrey.

Whatever. She knew it was only to ask about her and Gendry, so she deleted the log for Joffrey and went back to reading her texts. Each text gets funnier than the last, she could imagine his voice in her head, pleading, as she read his texts.

Arya please…I'm sorry. I only panicked. Please talk to me.

Please pick up my calls. We need to talk.

I'm sorry, Arya. Talk to me. Please.

Why aren't you picking up my calls? Text me back.

Where are you? Why aren't you picking up my calls?

What the hell, Arya?! Where in the fucking world are you?!

Arya Stark, you fucking answer my texts or I swear to god I'll fucking drive through this fucking tree!

Arya…I'm sorry.

:'(

There it was again. That little crying face he sends when he feels sad, or simply when he wants to be cute. Arya's thumbs were itching to send a reply but she had to literally fling the phone back under her pillow to resist the temptation. Ten minutes later, her phone beeped for an incoming message. Her heart leapt to her throat and she thinks she stopped breathing when she saw it was a text from Gendry.

I can't sleep. Please, Arya…talk to me. I'm right outside your door.

Well, shit.

Arya let five minutes pass before she finally dragged herself out of bed and walked slowly and quietly towards the door. She heard soft thumps on the door and was surprised when she saw Gendry sitting on the floor, his back leaning on the door, and he was softly thumping his head back. He jumped up in surprise, too, and a tentative smile slowly crept in his face. Arya forced her expression to be blank, even though she wanted so very much to jump into his arms and say that she was sorry too.

She opened the door wider to let him enter, and he immediately walked inside before she changed her mind. She looked out to the hall to make sure no one was around before closing the door. Gendry was standing near the foot of her bed, and Arya couldn't trust herself to be near him just yet. He was wearing an old shirt that looks as if it's already been used past its time and some comfortable shorts. Arya suddenly felt conscious when she realized she was wearing one of his old shirts too and nothing else but her underwear, and by the look on Gendry's face, she knows he's pleased by this.

"I'm sorry," Gendry started. The room was quiet, with only their breaths and Nymeria's soft snores were heard in the room. Not surprising at all, considering it was 2 am, and Arya suddenly felt nervous.

"I know. You've said it so many times, Gen."

Gendry took a step closer, and when Arya didn't react badly by it, he took another step and yet another until he was standing directly in front of her. Arya was not looking at his eyes but at his chin, though, and maybe his lips, but she refused to meet his gaze.

"Jeyne is my ex-girlfriend," he said, his eyes still boring into Arya's. "But it didn't last long and it's been over for close to two years already. She dumped me and I felt sorry for myself for a long time after that. I mean, we go out with other friends, but today was the first time I'm with someone after we broke up. I was just really nervous. And she caught me off-guard too."

"I'm sorry, I must have overreacted earlier," Arya said with a small smile on her face. "But hearing you call me a friend in front of other people was so surprising and disappointing too, Gen. I felt hurt that you might not want to introduce me to people as your girlfriend."

Gendry shook his head, this time taking her head in his hands and kissing her forehead. She closed her eyes on instinct and let his thumbs caress the soft skin of her cheeks.

"I want to do it properly, you know," he said softly. "Tell people we're a couple? Come with me to the party because I'm letting people know that you, Arya Stark, are my girlfriend."

Arya rolled her eyes. "Stop it with the cheese, please. I'm going to hurl."

"I thought you like cheese? I can give you cheese. I have plenty of cheese in me."

"If you say anything embarrassing at Jeyne's party on Saturday, I'm taking the next flight out to Antarctica."

Gendry laughed and Arya's spine tingled because of the sound of it.

"Come here," she whispered, taking his hand into hers and leading him towards the bed.

Gendry raised his brows in question, but Arya raised her brows too in answer.

"Are you shitting me? You're not getting any tonight. I just want to lie here next to you," she said as she stretched out on the bed. Gendry lay next to her, stretching his larger frame beside her until they were face to face. Long minutes passed but they kept staring at each other, until she carefully reached out and ran a finger down his chest. Gendry must have shivered from the touch, because she felt it too. When her fingers were on his stomach and continued to move lower, Gendry squeezed his eyes shut and grabbed her hand to stop further descent.

"Stop," he whispered.

"I wasn't doing anything."

"Right."

"Okay, get out of this bed. Go sleep or something."

"I can't sleep, remember?"

"Count sheep or whatever fucking animal you can think of," she huffed. "Count bulls for all I care!"

"You're so fucking annoying when you try to get in fights with me."

"That's because you're being stupid and all."

"Stop calling me stupid!"

Arya sighed. "Are we going to fight again?"

"You started it!"

"That's it. Go to sleep, Gendry. In your own bed."

"No."

"Yes."

"This is my house, meaning the bed you're lying on is my bed. I'm not going anywhere."

"Fine! I'm going!"

She wasn't fast enough though, because the moment she swung her legs to the side, Gendry would his arms around her waist and pulled her back in. They struggled against each other for a while, until Gendry stopped moving because Arya's shirt (technically, it was Gendry's shirt) rode to her hips and her panties were exposed. Arya's face heated up, and she struggled to pull the shirt down, but Gendry only pulled her closer to him until her back was against his chest. Arya finally stopped moving when Gendry buried his face on the side of her neck, but not before planting a soft kiss.

"Gen…"

Arya shifted on her side, and when they were finally face to face, she let go of her playful manner and kissed him.

Gendry's arms tightened around hers, pulling her body closer to his until she was on top. The shirt once again rode up her hips, exposing her black panties, and Gendry shivered at the touch of her bare thighs around his hips. He kissed her deeper still, and she responded with the same enthusiasm.

When things were starting to go fast and heated, Gendry grabbed her head and made her pull back a little, pressing small teasing kisses on her lips before moving to her cheeks and temples. Arya sighed deeply; the sound was similar to a contented cat purring after a good meal. Gendry pressed his lips to her temples, a smile forming on his face.

"What are you doing?" she asked with exasperation evident in her voice.

"Just go slow, okay," he whispered, making Arya shiver. "There's no need to rush. Kissing doesn't always have to be in a hurry, unless you have an appointment."

Arya giggled. "It's 2 am, stupid."

"Exactly. Now shut up and kiss me."

When Arya kissed him again this time, it was more slow and erotic; her lips were soft and pliant, her tongue moving slowly in and out, up and around his mouth. It was a dance, their tongues, and Arya felt dizzy with the feel of his tongue in hers. Gendry is a good kisser. The guy knew what to do, how to control her, how to make her feel crazy with want and then light-headed from the feel of it all. His tongue stroked hers languidly; as if they had all the time in the world to lie back and make out for hours and hours.

During one of his forays with his tongue, Arya felt his hands grip her hips tighter and realized he was getting hard. She gave a small smile when she heard and felt his groan as she started grinding her hips; pressing her moist center to his hardness. Like that first time, his hips were slowly thrusting up and meeting her movements, and they agonized over how they both wanted to go all the way but it was too soon. He pulled back a bit, but Arya's lips suddenly went from his lips and down to his neck, moving on to his chest. And when she was kissing his hard muscled-stomach, Gendry wound his fingers into her hair and gave a gentle but firm tug.

"Arya, what are you doing?"

"Sshh. No talking."

She resumed kissing his stomach until she started pulling at his shorts, and Gendry almost jumped out of bed. Despite the control he was trying to keep, his body betrayed him in so many ways. By the time Arya pulled his shorts off and took him in her mouth - oh dear jesus, her sweet mouth - Gendry Baratheon was a dead man.

She started slow; taking him in and experimenting with long and slow strokes and licks. When she finally got the hang of it - she alternated between slow and deep, fast and shallow - he was sure he was going to come hard, even harder than last time. He entwined his fingers into her hair, keeping it away from her face so he could look into her startling gray eyes, and occasionally pushing and pulling, depending on how he wanted it to be. Arya let him lead her; and by the time she discovered how flicking her tongue at his tip and sucking on his balls made his eyes roll at the back of his head and his hips buck from the bed, Arya was close to making him come.

"Oh jesus, Arya!"

His grip on her hair tightened, his hips thrusting away from the bed and making her take him deeper into her mouth, his lips chanting her name over and over again…and then he came. It was hard and fast and excruciatingly sweet it was almost to the point of pain. Arya Stark has once again made him come so hard he thought he'd forgotten his name in the heat of the moment. His little wolf girl; innocent and at the same time not really; sucked the life out of his cock and his balls and he loved every single moment of it.

When his heartbeat had calmed down once again and his breathing returned to normal, he turned to look at her and she gave him a knowing grin. He read I must have done a pretty fucking good job at giving head and he only chuckled weakly in response.

"That…was fucking ahhhh-maziiiing…" he said sleepily.

"Oh yeah? You're going to have to return the favor someday, stupid."

Gendry wiggled his brows at her. "You want me to return the favor now?"

Arya had the audacity to blush. "Quiet! You don't need to do it now!"

"What if I want to?"

"What if I'm not ready?"

Gendry turned serious. "You know I won't pressure you into doing anything you're not ready for, right?"

"I know," she sighed. "I want to, believe me. I fucking want to…but not yet, Gen. I'm sorry."

"You don't know how I fucking want to fuck your brains out, but only if you're ready."

"Okay, now I'm even more scared."

Gendry laughed, and Arya had to press her hand to his mouth to keep him quiet.

"My brothers are next door, you idiot! Shut up!" she hissed as she kept her hands on his mouth.

Gendry only licked her palm and Arya shivered at the feel of it.

"Oh god. You have to go back to your room. I just might change my mind."

"Wouldn't that be nice?" Gendry asked hopefully.

"Get out!"

"Okay! Okay!" he said as he got out of bed, but not without pressing a kiss on her mouth. "Leaving now. See you tomorrow for the party?"

"You're not going to be able to get rid of me, you'll be dragging me away from you before the night ends."

"I highly doubt that," he said with a laugh, before finally pulling his shorts back up and getting out of bed. He took one last look at her lying there before finally stepped out of the room; the door closing gently as he left.

"Pass me one."

Ramsay held his hand out to Raff as the others took turns inhaling the powdered substance. They had been hitting on cocaine that evening, passing up on the usual weed and to a more dangerous type of drug. Jeyne's party was awesome. They've been at it for two hours now, although his group were mostly locked in one of the rooms as they took turns with the drug.

"Ohhh fucking awesome, man," Polli groaned, leaning his head back on the couch as he took one last sniff before almost passing out.

Ramsay has just taken some too, so had Raff, Polli and Ilyn, except for Sandor who looked bored as hell. "Why aren't you taking anything, bro?"

Sandor only glared at Ramsay and shrugged.

"Sandor's a fucking pussy!" Raff exclaimed, kicking Sandor in the shin before going on. "I wouldn't be surprised if he doesn't have balls inside his pants. Maybe he'd be better off as a girl - at least he'd have a cunt I'd want to fuck!"

Everyone snickered except for Sandor.

"You're so full of shit, Raff," he said through gritted teeth.

"Enough!" shouted Ramsay. "Where's that fucking Greyjoy douche?"

"Last I saw, he was going around talking to people, with those Starks and Baratheons," Ilyn replied, taking another sniff before collapsing on the bed.

Ramsay froze. "Is Arya here?"

"Yeah," Raff replied with a chuckle. "You have a thing for that girl?"

"Do I have a thing for that girl? Are you so fucked you couldn't think, you dickbag? I don't have a thing for the Stark girl. That girl only has to look at me and I'd be so fucking hard I could hammer nails with just my dick."

Everyone laughed. Ramsay got up from the bed and staggered to the door.

"Where are you going, Ram?" Ilyn asked, his words slurring now.

"I have a sudden itch to scratch. Gentlemen, lady Stark's fucking hot cunt awaits your royal higness' hard cock. I'll see you later, losers!"

Ramsay Bolton staggered out of the bedroom door in search of Arya.

The party was a blast. Everyone was having fun, and disregarding the fact that Arya knew no one here except for her brothers, her cousin, Gendry and Joffrey (okay yes, Jeyne too), she's having fun too now that she thinks about it.

Gendry made good on his promise; he introduced her as his girlfriend, which didn't actually surprise Jeyne. She said Gendry looked at her the same way he did back when they were together, and Arya didn't know if she's supposed to feel happy or annoyed about it. Nevertheless, tonight was one of the rare times they all went out together for fun, and Arya loved that Gendry stuck with her the whole time.

"Finally! A happy Stark!" Joffrey commented happily, as he took a drink of beer from his red plastic cup. Arya looked confused, so Joffrey had to explain his comment. "You guys got into a fight yesterday, hmm?"

Arya only shrugged in response.

"But I assume that because my brother couldn't keep his hands off your ass-"

Jon and Robb cleared their throats.

"-I mean, couldn't keep his eyes off of you-" Joffrey said as he looked to her brothers for approval. "That you guys are okay again?"

"All's good!" Arya replied with a grin.

At that exact moment, Gendry walked back to them holding a few more cups of beer to pass around. He looked from his brother to Arya and back again and said, "What are you talking about? Is Joff harassing you or something?"

Arya laughed. "No! He was just asking why you can't keep your hands off my ass."

Gendry looked over to the scowling Starks. "I..uhh…"

"Hey guys!"

They turned around and saw Jeyne walking towards them. She was wearing a short dress - really short dress - and Arya had to sneak a peek at Gendry to see what his reaction was.

Thank god stupid's eyes are not wandering below her neck!

Her brothers and Joffrey, unfortunately, were not so discreet. Their gazes slowly crawled lower, starting from her face and down to her legs, and Arya saw that Jeyne loved it. She loved getting the male population's attention, and despite having talked to Gendry already, she started to feel a little annoyed again.

I wonder if during their relationship, Gendry has fucked the brains out of this girl.

"Arya? Are you having fun as well?" Jeyne seemed to have repeated the question, since Arya's mind was somewhere else.

Like, if Jeyne gives good head and if her boyfriend loved it?

Arya mentally shook her head and pasted a smile on her face. "Yeah! This is a great party, Jeyne! Thanks for inviting me, too."

Jeyne waved her hand as if to signal that it was nothing. "Oh shush! A friend of Gendry's is a friend of mine, too!"

"Girlfriend." Gendry quipped.

"Of course. Girlfriend." Jeyne put a stress on girlfriend. Arya noticed that the girl's face looked about ready to crack because of that fake smile. And at that moment, Arya Stark had finally realized that Jeyne Heddle is first class bitch who still has the hots for boyfriend.

But he's with me now, so choke on that, bitch!

"Well, I have to go check if I have to go order more pizza. Later, guys!"

She smiled even wider before taking her leave. Arya noticed that the girl turned to look back and saw that Gendry's hand was wrapped tightly to Arya's. She decided to give Jeyne a little show and tugged on Gendry's hand, pulling him down for a kiss. With a flip of her shiny, blonde hair, Jeyne left the group to themselves.

Gendry looked surprised by this, although Jon and Robb looked like they wanted to pull them apart.

"Okay, don't push it, Baratheon!" Robb said, smacking Gendry in the arm. "It's one thing to know that you're my sister's boyfriend, but it's another thing to know you've already kissed her."

"Let's go now, Baratheon! Let's save room for Jesus," Jon said as he pulled Gendry away from his sister.

"Really, guys?" Arya remarked, placing her hands on her hips. "We're all adults here."

"Yeah, but you're still our sister," Robb answered.

"Unbelievable," Arya muttered.

Just then, a flustered looking Theon ran up to them. He was panting; trying to catch his breath as if he ran a great distance.

"Guys! We've got trouble!" Theon said breathlessly.

"What's going on?" Joffrey asked, placing a hand on Theon's shoulder.

"The guys! Ramsay and the guys! I found them in one of the rooms upstairs. They're…they're doing drugs. Here at the party. They've smuggled drugs in this party! If we don't go now, we're going to get in trouble with the cops!"

"Did anyone report it?" Arya asked.

Theon nodded. "Sandor. I ran into him as he walked out on them and told me to get the hell out of here. He's called the cops."

The guys and Arya seemed alarmed. Gendry snapped out of it immediately and said, "Okay, you guys leave now. I have to tell Jeyne so she'd know. It's still her house," he added quickly when he noticed that Arya was about to argue. "She has to know. You go on with your brothers and get the hell out of here!"

He pressed a kiss on her lips before running off to find Jeyne. Jon, Robb, Theon and Joffrey dashed out of the front door and to Joffrey's parked SUV. They found Sandor as he was about to get inside his car. He gave a little nod to them, as if to say that they did the right thing. He quickly got in, started the car, and was soon off careening down the street.

The Starks, Theon and Joffrey quickly got in the car, but Arya froze by the door.

"Wait! My purse! I have to get my purse! The cops might search the house and I have my IDs there! I'll be fast, I promise!"

Before anyone could argue, Arya ran back inside the house and into Jeyne's room, where the girl asked them to leave their purses because it'll be safer. Despite Arya's rush, no one seemed to know anything about an impending visit by the cops, but she knew that the news would erupt any moment now if Gendry was somewhere in there telling Jeyne about it.

When she finally grabbed her purse, she turned around and ran right smack into someone's chest.

"Ow, shit!" she cried out as she lost her balance and fell on her ass. She looked up and saw the last person she wanted to see that night.

Standing there, eyes red-rimmed, dilated pupils, looking so much like the arrogant ass he is multiplied by 10, Ramsay Bolton took a few sluggish steps towards Arya and said, "Hello, Arya Stark. I've been looking all over for you."

Gendry ran towards the SUV and immediately hopped in.

"Go! Go! Go!" he shouted to Joffrey, who was in the driver's seat.

"Where's Arya?" Jon shouted back.

"What do you mean where's Arya? I left her with you fuckers! Why are you asking me where she is?!"

"She ran back inside to get her purse! She said she'd be out quickly!" Jon answered.

Everyone quickly got out, except for Joffrey, who had to stay and keep the engine running.

"Stay here! I'm going back for her!" Gendry said angrily as he retreated towards the house. When he noticed that Jon, Robb and Theon were at his heels, he turned around and pushed the first person he came across with. Sadly for Robb, it was him.

"I said stay here!" Gendry shouted.

"Fuck you! You're just Arya's boyfriend! We're her family!" Robb shouted back.

Gendry must have realized how irrational he was being, not to mention selfish, so he nodded at the three and said, "Let's go get your sister!"