A/N: SMUT. Don't read if you're not into this. Because the chapter is basically just smut. Haha.
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Okay, smut monsters. Read on :D
"Shut up! You're making too much noise!"
Arya turned to Gendry, who was following her down the stairs for that midnight rendezvous. Although it was far from midnight, since the guys took another hour before they finally settled in bed.
"Can't you make your steps a little softer? If these steps could talk, they'd actually be screaming your name right now," Arya elbowed him in the ribs, making him stop and bend over in slight pain.
Arya rolled her eyes. "Don't be such a drama queen! Hustle! Hustle!"
"Are we going to a boot camp?"
"Ssshh!"
"You're the one making hissing noises now, be quiet!"
Arya didn't bother to answer and just tiptoed back up the stairs. When Gendry realized she was leaving him to go back to bed, he quickly grabbed her by the waist and carried her all the way down the stairs.
"Are you fucking insane? You could have dropped me there!" Arya growled low in her throat, reminding Gendry of Nymeria back home.
It seemed like they were going back and forth with this argument, so Gendry just grabbed her hand and led her out into the back door and into the pool area.
"Feel like taking a little swim?" Gendry asked as they stood at the edge of the pool.
"What? It's 1 am!" she answered with a hint of surprise in her tone.
It was his turn to give her the eye roll. "You're no fun sometimes. We don't need swimsuits to go swimming."
Arya pulled her hand free from his. "I'm not going in the pool in my birthday suit!"
"I didn't say that!" Gendry replied quickly, before tilting his head as if in thought. "But that would be great, wouldn't it?"
"I'm not doing it!"
"You say that now," he chuckled. "Wait till you get your hands on my freakishly outstanding body."
Arya felt a warm flush creep from the roots of her hair down to her neck. "You arrogant bastard."
Gendry laughed, and Arya had to cover his mouth with her hand. "What? I'm not a bastard!"
"Yeah, but arrogant nonetheless," she replied. "Come on then!"
They walked towards the far end of the pool; where they would not be seen from inside the house and their noise would be a bit muffled. Arya chose the pool instead of going to the beach because their rooms have a perfect view of the sand and the ocean. The pool, on the other hand, was in the back part of the house and if they do not turn the lights on, it would be dark, save for the moon's reflection on the water.
Arya started taking her shorts and shirt off, leaving her bra and panties on. She turned around to see Gendry standing there, staring at her with a stupid expression on his face. "What are you standing there for? Go on and strip!"
"Wow. You're one for sexy foreplay."
"I'm getting in the water, with or without you!"
And she did just that. Arya quietly slipped into the water, careful not to make a splashing sound just to make sure they won't be seen or heard from inside. She sneaked a peek at Gendry before turning her back to him, but she saw that he was taking his shirt off as quickly as he could but leaving his shorts on. He slipped into the water as quietly as she did, then walked towards her with a smirk on his face.
The water was warm, thank god for a heater system. It was not so deep at this end; Gendry could still stand and the water only went as far as his neck. Arya, on the other hand, had to grab the sides if she wanted her head to stay out of the water. She tried to hold her breath and go under the water, holding on to the gutter as she tried to feel the bottom tiles. Turns out it was deeper than she thought that she ended up sputtering once she reached the surface.
"What are you doing?" Gendry asked as he took her arms and placed it around his neck.
"I was just checking how deep it was!" she said, still going on with her coughing fit. When she finally calmed down, she whispered "thanks" to him and gave a soft laugh.
"Hi," he whispered as he looked into her eyes.
Crazy beautiful eyes.
She smiled shyly, whispering "Hi yourself."
He walked them towards the edge of the pool, making Arya lean back onto the side for a little support. Her arms were still entangled with his, her thighs and legs were wrapped around his waist. His hands were on her thighs to keep her steady, and he could feel her clench them at his waist when she thought she would slip.
He groaned at the double sensation of feeling her legs and ankles tighten their hold on his waist, her ankles pushing tighter into the back of his ass. At the same time, the feeling of her soft center right onto his cock stirred it into alertness. He knows Arya felt it too because she froze for a moment before laughing.
"Exactly how horny are you to react so easily to that?" she teased, making Gendry put his hand over her mouth to silence her.
"Shut up!"
"How original," she chuckled.
She decided to tease him some more by grinding her hips to him a little more, watching him as he closed his eyes and cursing under his breath. "Stop that," he mumbled. "Or I'll kiss you."
Arya smirked as she did it again.
This time, Gendry ground his lips to hers in a fiery kiss; none of the usual soft, sweet kisses they love. Maybe because Gendry was partly annoyed, partly frustrated, partly exhilarated with what they were doing, and he knew that if she kept that up, they'd be going at it like the first dry humping moment back in his room.
But they were in the pool and it couldn't be dry humping, couldn't it?
He felt her lips open to his probing tongue, meeting it with a flick and stroke of hers, swirling and sucking and dancing inside her mouth and hers in his. Gendry could almost say the water just magically turned charged; as if it was fizzing with electrical currents and they were feeling it from their head down to their toes. His mouth slanting over hers, lips sucking and nipping, a few little bites on her lower lip as he tugged on it gently with his teeth, and a lot of wet licks to soothe the bites. He heard Arya gasp before turning her head to the other direction and going back to meeting his lips for more kisses.
He tightened his hold on her thighs when she leaned her head back, giving him complete access to her long, slender neck. He trailed more kisses down the length of her neck, pausing to place a few soft nips here and there, before resuming its descent towards her collarbone. When he reached the top of her breasts, he hitched her higher up his waist so he could get more access to the top of her breasts. For now, he kept her bra on so as not to scare her. She is a virgin, after all, and he wanted her to be sure before they went further than this.
He drew back slightly, positioning her back to her previous position, before staring deeply into her eyes. They were glassy and out of focus, seemingly aroused beyond the point of recognition, and Gendry placed one hand on the back of her neck to make her focus on him.
"Arya, let's get out of here," he whispered, his voice sounding so hoarse even to his own ears.
She only nodded in response, but didn't let go of her grip on him. Gendry lifted her out of the water and onto the gutter before getting out of the water himself. Arya looked like she finally realized that they were out of the water, grabbed her shirt from the lounge chair and tried her best to dry herself before slipping her shirt and shorts back on. Gendry did the same, although he didn't do a good job of drying his shorts. She took his hand and led him back into the house, careful not to trail so much water on the hardwood floors. It'll be dry in the morning, she thought. She turned back to look at Gendry, who seem to be just following her lead, his face blank but his eyes were heavy-lidded. It was enough to let Arya know that he was as frustrated and aroused as she was.
Gendry surprised her on the way up the stairs because he made no sound at all; his steps were quiet and only their heavy breathing could be heard. When they reached the hallway, they stopped to listen by the guys' room and were relieved to hear the snores from inside. With a quick turn towards the other end of the hall, Arya pulled Gendry towards the direction of her room.
"Arya," he whispered before they went in. "Are you sure?"
Arya gave him another kiss before opening the door, making Gendry's breath hitch at the realization that this is it.
When Arya closed the door and locked it, their movements became faster but still unhurried, making sure that this first time wouldn't be something they would regret about come the morning. They wanted it to be as hot and fulfilling and blissful but at the same time beautiful and loving and sweet. He took the hem of her shirt and lifted it up and away from her body, leaving her in just her wet underwear and shorts. Arya did the same; lifting his clinging wet shirt and removing it from his body, then unbuttoning his shorts and pushing them down. When she looked up and her eyes came in contact with his fully aroused cock, he shook his head before she could give him head and pulled her towards the bed. She seemed puzzled by his refusal.
"I can't anymore," he whispered hoarsely. "If you take me into your mouth, I'm going to come immediately. And right now, I want to do it in you."
Arya shivered at the words.
Soon, they were a tangle of arms and legs and thighs on the large bed. Their mouths fused once more; a tangle of lips and tongues and the occasional clash of teeth. Nip, bite, lick, suck...on and on it went until Arya literally had to grab his head and plead no more and now. When Gendry kissed her breasts, Arya's back arched so far off the bed that he was afraid she hurt herself. But she was clawing at his arms and shoulders, as if hanging on to him while he kissed and sucked on her nipples and the soft mound of flesh around it.
"Please…please…Gendry…please…" she pleaded when she couldn't take anymore.
She felt him finally open her thighs wide, positioning himself in between them.
"Wait…hang on," he whispered as he tried to reach for his discarded shorts.
"What?" she mumbled. "What are you doing?"
"Condom," he answered softly.
"No, don't," she said, grabbing his arm to pull him back to her. "I started the pill a few months ago."
Gendry would have prayed to all the angels and saints if he only didn't have more urgent things to do.
"Please, Gen…" she pleaded once more.
He slowly entered her, making sure that she was wet and ready before doing so. He was waiting for tears when he felt the barrier, but he only saw her flinch and wince a little before hearing soft gasps and moans from her, and Gendry didn't know if he could take any more.
"Gods, Arya…so…fucking…tight…" he growled with every stroke deeper.
When he felt her pull him in deeper with her legs, locking her ankles on his back and ass, he almost lost it. He pushed in and out…in and out…and she met him thrust for thrust…circling her hips and grinding them to his as deep as she could go. Gendry groaned from the sheer fullness of it all.
"Gen…Gen…oh gods…" she started chanting, and Gendry knew she was close. He was too.
He bent forward, the feel of going even deeper into her made him crazy with want to finish with a bang. Literally.
"Arya…fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" he said as he started to feel a tightness, but trying to fight it back until she felt herself coming.
"Coming! Coming! Coming!" she panted, and Gendry held her closer as he continued to pump in and out of her.
He put his lips near her ear and growled, "Let it go, Ar."
And they both did. Arya's back splintered off the mattress, clinging to Gendry as if he were her lifeline. He raised his head to look at her, seeing that her eyes were shut tight and her mouth was forming an "O" even as throaty whimpers came out. He took her with him, holding her tighter than ever and kissing her mouth as they rode out their climax.
"Oh Jesus…" she whispered.
He laughed softly. "No. Just Gendry."
She laughed too. She let him take her with him as he shifted to his back and she was on her side and entangled within his embrace. When heartbeats were back to normal and the sweat cooling on their flushed skin, Gendry reached over to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear. He was looking at her weirdly; like he just discovered something that he'd always known but didn't have the courage to say aloud.
"I love you," he whispered as he stared into her crazy beautiful eyes.
She smiled that beautiful smile of hers and whispered back, "And I love you."