Chapter 5. Love on the Seas

The Sea Horse was a merchant ship bound for Braavos. Sandor had bought passage for him and Arya. Gendry had to pay for his own passage and for some reason Sandor didn't like him. In Gendry's eyes he seemed more like an overprotective father. He could often feel the Hounds eyes on him whenever he stood to close to Arya. He found himself staring at Arya at times, because she wasn't that angry little girl who would often whisper the names of the Lannisters and other people she planned to kill. This was a stocky but athletic young curvy woman-with a mean sword swing-Gendry and her had sparred the second day the ship set sail and she was very good.

Arya leaned over the rail and took in the salty air of the sea. The wind whipped her short cropped hair and sun shined off her features. She knew Gendry was looking at her as she was attracted to him. She was attracted to him when they first met-a crush she thought she could do nothing about especially since Gendry was at the time when they met was on his way to the Night's Watch. Things were different now-she was older and so was he. She wanted him to be her first.

"I like the sea-I wish I could live on it!"

"Aye so do I-I always heard tails of sailors who swore they saw fish-women."

She looked at him, "Mermaids!"

"Yes!"

"When my father..." She looked away sniffing as the memory of his death over took her..

"I'm sorry about your father-If you let me I would like to help you get your revenge."

She smiled kissing him on the cheek and walked away. He sighed watching her, then Gendry noticed the Hound staring at him.

Sandor was in his room as he had stolen enough gold to buy adjoining rooms. There was a knock and when he opened the door Arya was standing behind it. "Can I talk with you?"

"About what?"

"Making love!"

"There are women aboard this ship ask them."

"I don't know them-I know you!"

He sighed and let her in, "I suppose you want to give yourself to the Gendry boy?"

"I...I love him!"

He shook his head, "Didn't your mother teach you that a high born lady is suppose to wait for her wedding day?"

"My mother also tried putting me in a dress and styling my hair-That never did go well for her." Arya smiled thinking about all the times she caused her mother to stretch her eyes with her tomboyish ways. Her sister always tried to help her mother turn Arya into a little proper Lady, but she loved archery, horses, and swords, to much. Arya would often wrestle with her brothers and chase them-a couple of times she would follow her father on his hunting trips. "I just want to know-does it hurt? What is it like to make love to someone."

He sighed and sat down. He gestured at his face, "I have...admired many women in my life, the only women who would sleep with me were the ones I paid."

"I don't think you are ugly."

"That is kind of you to say-If I had a daughter I'd want her to be like you-Strong and not afraid to pick up a sword and kill-Fearless! Anyway making love depends on the person-To do it with someone you care for and who feels the same way about you-That is the best love making in the world. If Gendry feels the same way about you that he does-Then go all the way-If he breaks your heart I will break his neck."

Arya smiled and left his cabin, but he stopped and gave her a bottle with a clear liquid in it and told her to take a sip before she made love with him. She went to her cabin and wrote note for Gendry, but she was afraid to leave it for him. The next day she hid and waited until he left his room then she placed the letter on his bed. That night when he went to his room he found the letter on the pillow it read...

Dear Gendry

When I first met you I fell in love with you, but I was a child with a crush or so I thought-I am not a child anymore-I am 16 years old-I have seen the way you look at me-I hope you have noticed how I look at you-We both have been through a lot-When that red witch took I thought I would never see again-I won't loose you again-Come to my room tonight-I want you to be my first and my last-If you feel anything for me then come to my room knock twice so I know its you...

Gendry smiled, folded the letter up and placed it in his pocket. He exited his room and walked down the hall, but Sandor was standing in front of Arya's door. He tried to pretend he was going somewhere else, but Sandor grabbed him.

"I know-and if you break her heart or sleep with other women on her I will kill you-Slowly-I know why the red woman took you and why the King's guard hunted you-You are Robert Baratheon's bastard." Gendry lowered his eyes, "Your father was a manwhore-Be better than him and one more thing-Don't go in there because you want a good time-She has seen many awful things in her life-If anyone deserves happiness its her."

Gendry gritted his teeth and looked up at the Hound, "I love her!" He confidently said.

Sandor looked into her eyes, "Then go in!" He waited until Sandor went into his room then He ran his hands through his hair and smelled his breath. He took a deep breath and knocked.

"Come in!" She said in a seductive adult voice Gendry didn't think she had.

When he walked in he gasped because she wore see through gown, "Where did you get that!"

She smiled in a shy kind of way, "I bought it from a merchant aboard the ship-He says its what the women in Braavos wear to seduce their men."

"You look so beautiful" He said walking up to her.

They kissed, "I love you!"

"I love you more!" He replied in confidence.

They kissed again and she nervously slid her hand down to his cock and smiled at the size. He gently pinched her nipples. She quickly tore his clothes off and he scooped her up into his arms after removing the gown and carried her to the bed.

Arya lay with her leg draped over his and her head in chest, "You've done this before?"

"I am a black smith-Men talk!"

She smiled, "Promise me..."

"Anything!" He said interrupting.

"Promise me that I will be the only one you ever do this with."

"I swear it on my love for you and all I hold dear in my heart-Now promise me that after you have your revenge we will marry."

She kissed him, "I do!"

The next day they were on the deck staring at each other like the other was something to eat. "Knock it off-Your like two moonstruck ninnies-A pair of horses in heat!" Sandor said.

Arya and Gendry laughed and she winked at him as she made her way to her cabin, "Do you remember asking me why the Red Witch wanted me?"

Arya sighed playing with his chest hair, "Yes!"

"Well she wanted me because I am Robert Baratheon's bastard son! That is why the guards killed Yorin-They were killing all of his bastard children."

Arya shook her head, "I'm going to kill that fucker-very slowly." Arya sat up and looked at Gendry, "You could be King! There are no laws concerning bastards and the throne."

Gendry looked away, "I don't want it!" He sat up and she massaged his shoulder.

"Why not?"

"What about you? The last I heard your brother was proclaimed King of the North-If you are the last Stark-That makes you Queen of the North."

Sansa shook her head, "My sister Sansa is older than me-She would be Queen."

He huffed, "Yeah if..." He stopped himself, "I'm sorry-I'm sure she is safe and well."

Arya lay back down, "She better be!"