Its early Monday morning in the North. You can smell the wet leafs and feel the cold gripping your bones as you leave the comfort of your home. Not me, I feel warm, entirely warm. How can I not when my boyfriend's hands are on me.
"You're going to be late"
He smirks "I don't do late, I'm the boss"—He says trying to capture my mouth again.
"Well then I'll be late" I reply not really putting an effort in pulling away.
"Perfect, we should have never left our bed today"—I melt at his words. I'm making out in the parking lot of my law firm with Gendry as if we were in high school but it's not as if it's my fault, don't play dumb. You'd totally do the same if you were in my shoes. "God I love your smell"—He says seizing my neck with his teeth, softening the bite with his tongue and leaving me wanton with his lips.
Gendry has been on me since the engagement, devouring me every chance he gets. He made good on his promise of catching up for lost time while he psyched himself to pop the now infamous question but thank the Gods that all is well in our little world again.
"Gendry I really have to go"
"Not yet…"—He takes my seatbelt off.
"Gendry I really have…"
"Not yet…"- He slides my jacket off of my shoulders.
"Gendry" I purr like a cat as he hikes my skirt up making him smile like the devil.
"Good Girl"—He winks as he pulls me over to his seat and plants me flat over him in a straddling position. I wince as the inside of my thighs directly hits his crotch.
"Sore?"—He asks half worried, half proud. Ugh, men!
"I'd say overused. You're going to have to pay me extra hours like Oberyn does"
"Money well spent if I get to have you anytime anywhere anyhow…"—
"You already have that Oh future Husband of mine"
"Fuck that sounds so good"—He says capturing my mouth again "So right!"—He says between kisses. Love (when it's truly love) comes with hurt; physically and mentally. To let yourself be bare at the mercy of another human being is the most vulnerable you will ever be. Year after year, day after day, hours even; is a constant vow to give yourself fully to that person and hoping that they'll never hurt you. I have always been a cynic but after Dad died I became a pessimist, conformist dare you say. I had what I deserved, it was my design but after Gendry came into my life? Let me tell you, Sansa has nothing on me! I see the world in color, smell different scents, and feel things on an exponential level all because of him. Because of his love, because of his faith in me. My half, my mate, my Gendry.
"I love you…" I whisper in his ear as I cherish that precious microsecond that never fails to amaze me. It's like his body shuts down at my words and comes to life once they reach every corner of his body. He stops kissing me and just hold me close to him as to never letting me go… which by the way; I have to do. "I really have to go Gen"
"Meet you at the Manor?"—
"Yup, seven thirty sharp"
"Are you sure you have to work late today?" Gendry pouts making it irresistible for me not to nibble his lips.
"No matter how much you boast in being 'The Boss' you can't just blow off work Gendry, neither can I. I have three cases this week and Oberyn said he wanted to talk to me about a fourth one. Yes; we got engaged but nothing has changed, if ever we have to work our asses off if we want some time not only to plan the wedding but to enjoy the event itself"
"And the honeymoon!"—He says as if I would forget it.
"Of course, and the honeymoon" We just continue to embrace each other completely ignoring the outside world. "Gendry…"
"Ok, ok… work for a living. I get it"—He grumbles but with a shy smile on his face "I'm a going to kiss you now"— He says holding my stare.
"Ok"
"A proper goodbye so you can go to work"—
"Ok"
"I'm going to be swamped today so we'll probably won't talk until we see each other at dinner"—
"Ok"
"Ok then…"—He says lifting me up only to slowly pull my panties off.
"Gendry what…?" The shy smile is no longer shy, it's a full on smirk.
"I told you I was going to kiss you, I didn't say where"
I look at my watch and I'm already 45 minutes late. Screw it! Literally.
….
"Damn him! Damn him and his smug face and his damn mouth and his damn hands" I mutter totally faking my crankiness since you can't be in a bad mood if you just came like a freight train courtesy of your hot boyfriend and his excellent oral skills. My protest comes with the question of how the hell I am going to go inside my office without anyone noticing me, I always look like a tomato after sex so facing my co-worker in a post orgasmic state of bliss is not high on my list. I think I can pull off saying that my car died and I had to walk the rest of the way here. That would explain why I'm so sweaty right? "Here goes nothing" I pray finally going inside the office building.
"The Legend; Arya Stark, Ladies and Gents"—Shit! The whole firm is huddled up in the reception applauding at me.
"Nym…" I growl only to be developed in a huge hug from who I now orchestrated this unwelcomed greeting.
"I'd toast but it's not nearly close midday to declare happy hour but I will say in name of the whole firm that we are proud not only to have the most kick ass, up and coming lawyer in the whole North but the latest YouTube sensation"—Nymeria says gesturing me towards the large tv screen behind the reception desk which is now playing on repeat a video someone took of Gendry and I arguing on the street and my subsequence arrest. I thank everyone as the space finally clears and I'm left with two very huge pains in my ass. Best friends but still a royal pain in my ass…
"Oh my God, Oh my God, Oh my God! Let me see the ring!"—
"Jesus Tyene, calm down. It's the same ring!" I say trying not to steer a crowd at me again.
"Really? Waters suddenly turned into a cheap ass and couldn't afford a new one?"—
"Don't be rude Nym. Gendry obviously knows how much this ring means to Arya. I find it perfectly romantic!"—
I met Nymeria Sand in law school instantly becoming friends. Built like a model, schooled like a geisha with a devilish personality makes her the kind of woman who takes what she wants so when she declared I was going to be an intern and later work at her uncle's law firm it was a given. It didn't hurt that Martell, Martell, Martell is one of the top law firms in the country. Her sisters I met through the years; Obara the youngest person to make judge in Westeros and Tyene; the baby / free spirit of the family and receptionist of the firm. She says taking calls for a living gives her more time to shop and meet men.
"Lunch with the Snakes? Obara is paying"—Nymeria calls already halfway to her office.
"Sure" I say trying to go to my office as well but Tyene stops me, steering me to the opposite direction.
"Sorry Babe, top brass wants to see you. Uncle Oby told me to send you right in the second Gendry peaked"—
"Jesus Tyene!" I hush her looking around to see if someone heard her "Boundaries much?"
"Please… From the reception desk I have access to all the surveillance cameras to the building and of course the parking lot has one. I'm totally going to buy you guys the 'If the Van is Rockin' Don't Come a Knockin' sticker. I guess now I know why both cars you guys own have tinted windows"— She says sashaying away back to her desk.
"Fuck off Ty!"
"No more fucking… well at least for now. I have important things to discuss with you"—Oberyn says greeting me in front of his office. "Congratulation on the engagement Ari"—
"Thanks Oby" Oberyn embraced me like one of his own the second I met him. Alongside his brother and his niece he runs the whole law firm but don't be fooled by the easygoing laidback persona. Oberyn Martell is a stone cold killer in the courtroom. The girls; who are sharp as a whip got their nicknames after their father; the red viper.
"Here"—He says handing me a hanker shift "Your lipstick is all over your face. You can use my bathroom while we wait for the others"—
"Oh, Doran and Arianne are meeting with us as well?" I say as I freshen up. Gendry really did do a number on me and he only left things below the belt. Ugh, men.
"Yes, we have a proposition for you which we hope you accept. Here, I have lipstick on my desk, this shade will look marvelous on you"—
"Uhm, It's ok. I'm good" I say not wanting to know why Oberyn has a lipstick tube on his desk and sure as hell not wanting to put it on my lips.
"Finally someone decided to grace us with her presence"—Arianne Martell says walking inside the office earning a glare for her uncle and her father who is walking behind her.
"Arya Darling, congratulations on the engagement. I cannot find two people more perfect for each other"—Doran says giving me a hug with double kisses.
"Can we make this quick? I have an important call to make"—Arianne says rolling her eyes as she plops down a sofa. Important call my ass! The girl barely graduated! She represents the firm only in name, no one would give her a case in a million years. There's an internal battle in the family because Arianne want to remain being the only woman on the board, Nymeria is going places and she's a shoe in to make partnership but that isn't till a few years, I'm on the same race as well so I'm curious as to what this meeting is about.
"Well Arya, as you know we have been nothing but pleased with your performance in the firm. You have excelled our expectations far and beyond anything we've ever imagined so it's time we started to pave our way into the future. Really map what we want from you. Are you following me?"—Doran asks.
"I think so…" I say nervously playing with my engagement ring.
"We've let you have free range on the cases you've held but we feel that your stronghold is criminal law. We think that's the way you should go, for you to finally specialized in one branch and represent our firm in cases of that nature"—
"Criminal law? Wow… that's quite intense I mean, not that I'm not up for the challenge but I've only handled two, roughly three cases in the area and always as a consultant. Never as the lead attorney"
"You like blood Ari"—Oberyn says making Arianne mutter something under breath. Tyene once told me that she feels entitled to the nickname and she hates it that Oberyn never calls her like that. "You're a killer, a wolf after a prey. I was the one that suggested it. You're on the fast track, you're getting married, you need to cement yourself with your job. Specializing in criminal law will mean less cases but more time on the job but trust me when I tell you it's worth it. It's the ultimate rush. It's not the judge that holds the power with the gavel, it's you with your statement and we've all seen you in action. You flow like water and dance like a ballerina. The jury instantly loves you"—
HO. LY. FUCK! I mean I am seriously dancing on the inside because if this doesn't guarantee I'm making partner than nothing does but still; it would mean more hours at work, hours away from Gendry and God knows how I would bitch and moan in law school because I wouldn't see him enough and we already lived together!
"It's a lot to take in but trust me when I say that I'm grateful. Do I have time to think about it?"—
"Of course. We actually hired a new specialist on criminal law, he'll be arriving on Friday to work with you and answer any questions you may have. You'll finish whatever cases you have open but then we want all your focus on in"— Doran says with a warm smile on his face very fatherly like.
"Thank you Doran, thank you so much for the opportunity. Thank you Arianne"—
"Please… don't mention it"—She says standing up and leaving not even looking at me, her father running after her to reprimand her as always.
"Talk to Gendry Arya, this decision affects him as well although I know that man would go to hell if you ordered him. Seriously, what's your secret? Do you have a secret move in bed? Because if so can you..."—
"Boundaries Martell! What is it with this family and their boundaries?"
"Tyene isn't the only one who has access to the cameras"—He says winking at me.
….
I finally make it back to Winterfell Manor at 8 o clock. Relieved to be home and have a family dinner to celebrate my engagement but kind of annoyed because only the Gods know that a full Stark house is everything but relaxing. I'm more than kind of annoyed as I get out of my cab and I see a bunch of cars but I don't see Gendry's, he must be running late as well. After the talk with Oberyn and the rest of the associates my day was hectic, I instantly threw myself at work trying to lock up the cases I have and I also may or not be hungover since I went to lunch with the Snakes.
"Honey I'm home!"—I yell at no one in particular, will anybody actually hear me? I smile. This is Winterfell, my father's home just like he liked it, filled with laugher, people and family. With no particular path I find myself in the kitchen where Jeyne is happily slaving herself off.
"Arya! You're here! Honey Arya is here!"—Jeyne yells to Robb who I assume is somewhere in the house. They live here with their baby girl (plus one in the oven) and Rickon but the rest of us practically live here as well all maintaining our childhood rooms.
Robb quickly enters the kitchen "I am going to hug you and kiss you. Notice that my hands are bare and that I have a child on the way, you can't stab me"—
"Ha-ha Stupid!" I say giving in and laughing at his jab.
"Where's Gendry?"—
"I don't know, I guess he's running late as well."
"It's ok, let's go to the livingroom. Everybody else is already here"—
"Sure but Jeyne, you need any help?"
"No thanks Sweetheart, I'm almost done. Go and relax with the others"—
I joke around with Robb deciding not to spill the news with the others, not until I talk to Gendry about it, that way I won't have the full Stark round table tonight. I send Gendry a quick text telling him that I miss him and that I already arrived.
Winterfell Manor is huge, I mean it's a freaking castle but still it looks like a cardboard house whenever the family is together. Sansa and Jon are sitting looking at some magazines while Ygritte is on the floor wrestling with Cat; Robb's little girl (Cat short for Caroline; never to be confused with you know who). Theon as always is holding court at the bar serving drinks and talking with Brienne, Bran is sitting in the loveseat with his girlfriend Meera while Rickon and Hot Pie are laughing at something I'm sure is downright dirty.
"Hey guys, the bride is here!"—Robb says pushing me forward as everybody stands up to greet me. I hear the main door opening and a grave voice fills the manor but if I needed further confirmation as to who arrived?
"Uncle Gaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay. You came!"—We all laugh as Cat throws herself at Gendry who is fast to scrunch down and take her in his arms. The rest of us as Aunts and Uncles were seriously pissed when the first niece took Gendry as hands down her favorite human in the world but justice always prevails. When Cat was little she couldn't say Gendry so Gay was easier for her.
"Hey Little Red, what made you think I wasn't going to come?"— Gendry says dotting on her as always. I'd bet my life that before he walked in here he left pastries for her in the kitchen. Cat has everyone wrapped around her little fingers, a total Tully with her red locks and blue eyes but with wavy hair like her mother.
"Because Uncle Theon said that now that you finally asked Aunt Ari to marry her that we wouldn't see you because you were going to be too busy plucking her. What's plucking mean Uncle Gay?"—
"Theon! That's totally inappropriate!"—Sansa scolds trying to hide her smile as we all are. Well, not Robb, he's pissed off.
"I'll let your dad explain that to you since I have to go and wash up real quick before we have dinner"—Gendry was giving her a big sloppy kiss on her plump cheeks making her giggle. He extends his hand towards me and I immediately take it following him up the stairwell.
"Happy Plucking!"—Theon yells earning himself a smack from whoever was near.
As I follow Gendry to my childhood room I can see that his quick wash up is going to be a full shower. Although he works in an office he always ends up dirty one way on the other, over the years Gendry managed to go from freelance oil engineer to have his own drilling company. He settled down behind a desk so he could spend time with me but I know he misses the fieldwork.
"Rough day at work?" I ask opening the door.
"Hell"—Gendry practically growls pushing me inside and shutting the door with my body as he slams me against it "Do you have any idea what it was like to spend all day with your taste on my mouth and having you so far away?"—
"Uhm hard?" I gasp. His eyes, oh God his eyes. I know that look, I'm in for a good plucking.
"No baby, this is hard"—He says shoving my hand to his groin "Being away from you is torture"—He says unbuttoning with shirt.
"Gendry we can't have sex" He looks at me and raises his eyebrow so I correct myself. "We can't have sex right now, we have to go and have dinner with the others and then we have to talk"
"Everything ok?"—He asks stopping his hands at the zipper of my skirt.
"Yes it's just that something came up at work so…"
"We can talk about that later when we get home. Get in the shower with me, let me burry myself in you to finally have some piece of mind and then we'll go down and have dinner."—
"Ok…" I squeak not really wanting to talk either as Gendry takes off his shirt.
Gendry is not pretty, Gendry is not perfect, Gendry is a man. Full on testosterone fest, definition of the male form. Corded forearms, powerful shoulders with hollowed lines that define the blocked muscles of his abdomen showcasing the twin indentations on either side of his hips making a perfect V that points to the jackpot.
"If you like so much what you see I advise you to get naked and inside the shower Arya. Now"—He growls and I'm already half naked before he unbuckles his belt. I go inside the shower and adjust the water temperature as Gendry comes behind me splaying me against him. My back to his front.
"To avoid me having blue balls all day we're going to have to get up earlier if you won't let me fuck you in a parking lot babe"—He says massaging my shoulders moving us so we're under the water spray.
"We already wake up early so we can take care of your morning wood and as I recall there was some type of sexual activity before work"
"Are my finger enough for you Arya?"—I can only moan as Gendry lowers his hands and starts playing with my clit "Is my tongue enough for you?" He says trusting his cock between my ass cheeks, both of us perfectly knowing what we want. "Up against the wall baby, legs spread"- He orders me. We're quickly up to the point where I can't talk, only do. I blindly trust Gendry with my body, only he knows how to touch me and he does it with a finesse that's borderline obscene. I'm a well-tuned instrument that only he knows how to play.
"Fuck you're wet for me baby, so ready for me. Do you want me?"—Gendry says lifting my ass and wetting the tip of his cock with my juices, teasing me up and down getting wetter with each stroke.
"Always Gen, I always want you" I pant as I reach my limit pushing back and sliding him further inside me.
"Fuck!"—He curses grabbing my hips and quickly picking up a rhythm; in and out, in and out, moans and the sound of slapping filling the bathroom. This isn't making love, this is him taking what he need and me giving what I want. This is primal, this is need and urge. It's me biting my lip to remain silent and pressing my face against the cold wall because I'm boiling hot, it's Gendry's hands pressing against my hips surely bruising them and his balls slapping against my ass. A sound of approval from him as he cups my cunt with his hand only to find my own hand already with my nub. I'm close, so close… Gendry stops and before I can curse him back to the seven hells he turns me around.
"Legs around me babe, I want to see your face when you cum"—He says lifting me up and sliding right back inside me without protest. It's a severe rhythm he sets on my body and it's decadent how he stands back a little in order for me to lean against the wall so he can watch how he disappears inside me back and forth. His blue now more than black eyes are my detonator as I cry and he assaults my mouth with equal favor as he's still pounding inside me until he finds his release seconds later. I'm alive but I'm pretty useless as Gendry supports my full weight.
"I forget how sleepy you get sometimes after we pluck"—He chuckles kissing my shoulders.
"Uhmm… dinner… talk" I manage to say as Gendry takes on the task of washing both of us off. So that we can get dressed and join the others downstairs.
…
"What about pink?"—
"Sans it's my wedding, not yours!"
"But weddings are supposed to be a show of delicacy and class. Would it hurt you to be a girl for once in your life?"—
"Two words Sansa; City Hall"—Gendry threatens my sister not to go bridezilla as we try to set a color theme for our wedding. Brienne and Hot Pie said their goodbyes after dinner while the men were banished to the game room as the women, plus Gendry talk wedding plans.
"What about rainbow? Rainbow is pretty!"—
"A rainbow is made of a series of colors put together my love, we need to pick only one for your Aunty Ari's wedding"—Jeyne coos at her daughter.
"Why not gray? I mean you favor that color in your wardrobe already. You'll be in white, Gendry will be in black and gray is historically the Stark color"—Meera pipes up nailing the decision.
"You know I think you're the best addition to this family Meera… After my fiancé that is" I correct myself as Gendry coughs behind me. There's a knock on the door, dark curls come inside. I don't know, it must be muscle memory as I get up in my sleepy state and throw myself in my Jon's arm just like Cat did with Gendry.
"I think we should call it a night guys, it's pretty late"—He says giving a kiss on the top of my head.
"But Jon, there's a million things to be discussed"—Sansa whines making Ygritte's snores falter. She fell asleep hours ago after saying and I quote "Not my wedding, not my problem" making all of us freeze. Maybe dear old Miss. Anti-Establishment wants Jon to ask her to marry her. I need to talk to him about it, he loves her but Jon can't take a hint even if you hit him with it.
"Arya and Gendry don't even have a date yet Sans, I'm sure it can wait"—
"Fine… here's a list of thing you guys need to discuss"—She says giving some kind of to-do wedding list. Of course there's the date, location, invites… I freeze, shit. The last family wedding was Robb's so Mom was there but that was before she went full bitch mode making us take a stand. I don't know what the protocol is when you have an estranged mother.
I want this wedding to be about us, about our family. We deserve a new start, zero drama and sadly Catelyn does not represent that…
"Are you ok?"—Gendry asks after we said our goodbyes and are standing alone inside the garage.
"Sure, just tired that all"
He gets inside of the truck but doesn't start it. "Ok, what is it?"—
"What is what?"
"Whatever it was Sansa told you that upset you."—
"It wasn't Sansa per se, it was more of a wedding detail"
"Arya what you want, you'll have. If you want flamingos at the reception you'll get them. You don't have to do anything you don't want to, I was already clear with Sansa on that point"—
"I know it just… it's about the invitations"
"What about the invitations?"-
"The guest list for the invitations"
"You're gonna have to explain things further for me babe"—
I sigh "It's my mother and her whole family. I mean, some of them are cool but we haven't been in contact with them since she left, I don't even know where she is"
"I'm sure Robb knows but the decision of her being present is purely yours"—
"I know… I just, I don't know. Let's just go home and call it a night"
"Arya…"—he sighs gesturing me to come over to him, not that I don't want to but if he wants sex he pretty much is going to have to do all the work, I'm spent "… I just want to hold you, come here"—He says lifting me up as if nothing. For a second time today we're inside his truck holding each other and I'm content and grateful to have this wonderful man capable of making me feel a wide range of emotions right here next to me. I think about my job offer and I don't think I'll tell him tonight, maybe tomorrow. For now I just want to go home and be in his arms.
"A wedding is supposed to be a joyous occasion. If you're not happy I'm serious about City Hall, we can even go to Vegas and blow everyone off"—
"I love you Gendry Waters and you have a fabulous ass" I say giving him a quick kiss making him smile.
"Both statement true, what about it?"—
"That since I love you and I'm so fond of your ass I won't let you run away with me because my brothers would kill you if you took away from them the chance of walking their first sister to marry up the altar. Now let me go and take me home"
He smiles and starts the truck "I love you Stark"—
"I know that, I love myself as well"
"Wiseass"—
"Your wiseass" I say batting my eyelashes at him and you know what? Suddenly I'm not so tired.
"Damn strait. Mine!" And we go straight home, to our bed, not to sleep. I was late again the next day.
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