So, I have finally got round to getting back to my writing. Death, global pandemic, life. Everything seems to just get in the way. I would like to thank everyone for their patience and am grateful to still be receiving likes, even after all this time.

Here's the next chapter… enjoy.

As always, I own nothing.

Arya stripped off her dirty clothes and stepped into the copper bathtub that Sansa had obviously organised. The steaming water doing wonders for her aching muscles.

She washed the weeks of travel from her skin and hair, and before the water had even begun to cool, she got out, dried herself off and slipped between the sheets of her childhood bed…

A thousand miles away, Gendry collapsed onto a cot that had been set up near the forge. Feeling near exhaustion, he needed just a few minutes sleep…

'Gendry had his back to the door of the forge, finishing off the last of the days weapons, when he heard it open and then close.

Turning, all the breath in his body escaped him as he saw her stood with her back to the door, wearing the green acorn embossed gown from their childhood, watching him.

"Arya," he said breathlessly.

"You've gotten better," she replied, nodding towards the pile of dragon-glass daggers.

"Thanks. So have you. I … I mean, that dress fits you better than the first time I saw you in it."

"Do you like what you see?" Arya asked, doing a very ladylike, very un-Arya-like, turn.

"Very much so, m'lady," Gendry answered.

"Don't call me m'lady," Arya retorted.

"What are you doing here, Arya?"

"I need you to do a couple of things for me. First this," a piece of parchment suddenly appeared in Arya's hand. It had a weapon designed on it, a six-foot staff, which could be split into two with a twist, each end holding a dragon-glass blade.

"Can you make it?"

"What do you need this for?"

"Answer the question, Gendry, can you make it?"

"Yes, I can make it. What else do you need me to do?" Gendry asked, still looking at the weapon design.

Arya's breath tickled his neck as she whispered, "I need you to touch me. I need you to kiss me. I need you to love me."

Gendry turned to see Arya stood bare before him, the dress pooled around her feet.

"This is a dream, it has to be a dream," Gendry said half to himself.

"Of course this is a dream, but with all the magic in the world, dragons, and white walkers and three eyed ravens, why can't it also be real?"

Gendry didn't or rather couldn't answer, instead he picked her up around the waist and carried her over to the cot.

Within a blink he was naked, his hand stroking his hard cock as he watched her play with herself, her fingers glistening with the moisture dripping from her pussy.

Gendry knelt on the floor beside Arya and bent his head, putting his tongue between her thighs, licking at her juices.

Her climax came quickly and quietly. Gendry only noticed it because she held her breath as her pussy muscles clenched around his tongue.

He got up from the floor and knelt between her legs. Stroking his cock again, he positioned himself at her entrance.

"Not yet," Arya said, "but soon." She kissed his chastely on the cheek and disappeared.

Gendry woke with a start, his hand wrapped around his cock. A couple of hard tugs and he exploded, more powerfully than he ever had before. It took him a few minutes to recover himself and bring his breathing back to some sort of normalcy.

He got up from the cot, and with still trembling legs, made his way to the wash basin to splash cold water on his face.

The dream had been so intense. He could still taste her on his tongue, could still feel her skin with his fingers.

Remembering the image of the weapon she had shown him, he made his way to the forge. He somehow knew he was going to need it.

A thousand miles away, Arya woke with her hand in her pussy and her body shaking with the recent orgasm.

The magic of the North was well and truly alive.

She smiled to herself, as she relived the feeling of Gendry's tongue on her cunt.

He was alive. Of that she was certain.

She didn't know where and she didn't know when, she just knew that she would see him soon.

The smile never left her lips as he readied herself to ride out at dawn.