(JUMP AHEAD 3 and a half years)
[WARNING: This chapter contains mature content & sexuality, just like the TV show.]
She was a professional assassin, pick pocket and archer. Her premonition sight was honed and even impressed Aulix these days. Arya was confident and hadn't lost herself or the mission to hunt down and kill that list of enemies. Soon she was going to leave Braavos and the street guild, to return to Westeros. She had learned all she could from Taron and it was time to follow through on her promise to Gendry. Arya wasn't scared for her life, she wore death like a cloak. The three years had not been wasted; whether on her back or standing, Arya was skilled in combat. She'd also had kept up to date with the politics of the Throne.
"Valar Morghulis," she said, before killing the man who's name she knew.
Sarra looked at her, "sometimes you're scary."
"Job's done, let's go get paid." Arya said, ignoring her friend.
The only people who ever got to see true emotion from Arya, was Taron and when he visited, Aulix. She remained Ari to everyone else and although friends with many in the street guild, her trust was limited. Over the last three years both Taron and Aulix had tested her often, pushed her emotionally and kept her humanity intact. Even though Aulix had become a very close friend, Taron had her affection and possibly her love. The things she'd been through with Gendry would always be in her mind, but Taron was the one here and now. Gendry knew her past and Taron had trained her to embrace her future.
Maybe it was something in the air, or just Arya's maturity, whatever it was, she was teasing Taron more than he did her. He hadn't given up, just finally decided that when she was ready, he'd know. He laughed some times at Aulix, still flirting as hard as the first day. Years ago, Taron learned that patience won in the end. At first he was oblivious to Arya's hints, until she instigated contact and ended it with a bold kiss. Control was hers and testing him, was a new game. For her it was exciting, turning the tables on him.
"Did Taron just blush?" Byt asked no one in particular.
Arya raised an eyebrow and then laughed, "no it's probably just a sun burn."
"Ari you're no longer a child, the guys have noticed your womanly figure… some of us girls too."
Benn overheard and added his opinion, "yeah but most of us are scared of her wrath, she knows all our names."
Arya snorted and threw a half-assed punch at him, he ducked and took off running. "No one would pay enough for your life," she yelled after him.
From the roof top across the street Benn replied, "that's harsh Ari!"
She laughed and went to find Taron, "hey you're not scared of me, are you?"
"What kind of question is that?" He asked, then tried to sweep her feet out from under her.
Arya did a back flip to avoid the takedown and twisted like a cat, to try and kick him in the head. This was their usual game, playing for the upper hand. In the past Taron always won, but this time he let her win, just to see what she was up to. Normally when Arya ended on top, straddling Taron, she'd get up quickly with a laugh. He wasn't really surprised that this time she stayed, keeping his arms pinned. He smirked and rose an eyebrow, but still she didn't move.
"Alright you won, happy now?" He asked casually.
"You let me win, but that's okay." She didn't back down, instead Arya let go of his hands and put hers on either side of his head.
Bending down slowly, keeping eye contact, she kissed him. Her lips opened demanding that his respond too. Eyes closed and she stretched out her body, so it lay on top of him. A hand roamed down, leaving no question of her intent. He wasn't sure how far she'd go, but answered her questioning lips and tongue. Taron let Arya's hands explore him, without making a move to take off clothing. She wanted him to touch her, hold her and need her. Why was he making it so difficult? Leaving it all up to her? Arya reached under his shirt, splaying her fingers over his chest muscles. She could feel his heart beat, it wasn't beating as fast as hers. Arya ran a thumb over his male nipples. He shifted his body, but made no sound and no other indication that anything she was doing was turning him on. Taron resisted her, yet she had seeped into his blood and was dangerously close to dipping into his soul.
"If you continue, my good intentions will end. There's just so long that even I can hold my control." Taron warned her.
"I'm not a child anymore. I want this… I want you… I need you now." Arya confessed to him, almost holding her breath.
He should stop this, she was in the guild, it broke all his rules and yet he didn't care. She clutched his heart, but he had no right to feel that way for her. This place was just a stepping stone towards the greatness she would achieve. His body would betray him, if she began to remove his clothing or hers.
"Show me," Taron said, his eyes intensely focused on hers, the challenge clear.
She didn't want to stay a girl, Arya had decided to become a woman. Her choice had been made and she wouldn't turn back. "I choose you." Sitting back up, Arya slowly unlaced her leather corset.
"Stop, not here. I want to take my time, don't you?" Taron sat up and kissed the lip that was held between her teeth.
He laced her back up, enjoying that the brush of the back of his hands against her soft skin, gave her shivers. Taron stood up and took her hand in his. For Arya he'd buy the privacy and a bed, but not in his direct territory.
"Keep up, if you're so inclined to finish what you started," Taron said over his shoulder and then swung up on to the roof.
She could tell he was leading her away from the street guild's area, into the inner city. The buildings were nicer and Arya recognized the area. He probably wanted to keep this, her, a secret, because it broke the guild rules. But she was planning on leaving soon anyway, so he wouldn't have to carry the burden long. He took her into a building, haggled for price and then ordered a bath, that could fit two. Arya snatched the key from him as he turned around and then giggling ran up the stairs, looking for their assigned room. He was right behind her. Unfortunately, he made her wait once again, until the tub arrived and it was filled with hot water. He tipped the workers and locked the door. Not wanting to wait anymore, Arya unlaced her leather pants and pulled them down. Next would be her top. Taron took off his shirt and stood before her. He unlaced her top and she worked on his pants. They exposed each other at the same time. Her eyes widened as her brain registered, what her hands had not. Taron was a man and she now had no illusions that when he made her a woman, that it wouldn't be painful.
To her surprise and delight, he picked her up and placed her in the hot bath, then climbed in beside her. Taron splashed her with the water, Arya came forward not distracted by his clowning. "Is that really what you want your hands to be doing?"
He smirked, but behaved and began to scrub his neck. She turned her back to him and pointed at her back. Taron chuckled and followed through on her request. In the bath it was give and take, until they were all clean. Then they both stepped out and used a sheet to dry off. Her skin gleamed, just like his did. Arya backed up, as he advanced. The back of her touched the edge of the bed and so she lifted herself onto it. He straddled her legs and she shifted herself under him. That's when he began to explore her from head to toe with mouth and hands. It tickled and sent shivers through her. But she wasn't going to let him have all the fun. Her hands roamed freely over him and her mouth demanded attention. Taron paused his kisses on her chest, to return them to her lips. Their tongues danced and battled. His body ground up against hers and her muscles flexed as she met his movement. Hearts drummed out a fast tempo. No longer shy, Arya's hand wrapped around his manhood and stroked a rhythm that had Taron groaning his pleasure. She finally understood all the lessons Sarra had given her. Arya's goal was to make Taron loose control and take her with him.
Taron had plenty of experience, so in bed he dominated. He wanted to give her pleasure and drive her crazy with lust, because even though he didn't want to hurt her, pain was the initial inevitable outcome. One hand moved between her legs and rubbed the nub that had every woman begging for more. Arya wasn't as vocal as some, but her little gasps and body twitches, told him plenty. His mouth distracted her, as his fingers moved into the warm wetness. Her hips bucked against his hand, demanding more. Her legs spread wider giving his mouth more access.
"Oh…oh… Taron," Arya moaned in ecstasy as she experienced her first orgasm.
He kept her on that wave of pleasure and slowly took her virginity. She clenched up, nails biting into the flesh of his back as his manhood tore away the girl and forced in the woman. Her whimper of pain, made him stop.
"Try to relax Arya Stark," he said her full name.
"I'm can't, but don't stop." She bit her lip and endured.
The rocking motion continued and eventually through the pain, returned the pleasure. She felt complete, having him all inside her. He was studying her face and eyes, waiting for the lust to shine through. Hands, mouth and body coaxed her to move with him. Suddenly she couldn't get enough and wanted Taron to loose control. She didn't realize how close he was to that point already.
"Can I be on top?" Arya asked.
He said nothing, but while they were still connected, he rolled them. She sat up and began to move on him. Slowly and then taking what she wanted. Watching her bounce on his lap, her body twitching in delight, was almost his undoing. Then he put her on the bottom, legs over his arms and he went deep. When she called to him, he finished her first and then pulled out and came himself. He was careful not to make too much of a mess, because he predicted they would unite many more times, before Arya would be satisfied.
As they lay in the afterglow of having sex, Taron asked, "are you okay?"
"Yes, better than that… thank you."
"You gave up your control to me and it was a gift I will always cherish."
"Show me what you like, so that I can make you loose control too."
He kissed her and pulled them together, "you already did that."
"You said my name, but I don't want it said in apology."
"Are you sure you want to do everything that I want?" Taron questioned and warned at the same time.
"You've taught me before and I want your knowledge now too. I want to make you happy, even if it's just for a little while."
He nodded, "alright just give me a few moments. Women recover faster then men."
"Well of course, you did all of the work!" She smiled and then propped herself up on an arm, so she could look at him. "I'm leaving Braavos soon, I have to return to Westeros."
"I know," Taron said softly.
"How? I only decided when I'd go last week."
"You wouldn't have given yourself to me otherwise. You respect me and the guild, so anything that went against my rules, couldn't happen until you were about to leave."
"The feeling I have for you, is it love?" Arya asked feeling confused.
"No, I think you love someone else. And that's who you seek more than the names on your death list." Taron wisely explained. "We'll always be connected and if you ever need me or the guild, we'll be there for you."
"Are you going to tell Aulix about us?"
Taron grinned and pointed to the window. "He already knows."
She looked and saw a small bird perched on the sill. It whistled and then flew away. "Is he mad that I chose you?"
"No. He knew how we felt about each other, before we did."
"Sometimes he scares me, there's something wild, untamed about him. Like he walks on the edge of chaos. It excites me and yet chases me away." Arya paused, then honesty poured forth, "the only way I could be with him, is if you were with me to."
"When it comes to Aulix, he is the one who can manipulate us all. He enjoys, but never gives up control. It's just who he is. To have us both, will delay your departure a few weeks."
"What about when I come back?"
Taron believed that she wouldn't return, so instead of answering any more questions he kissed away her words. Even though he showed her what he wanted, each time he was considerate and asked if she wanted to continue. He didn't know if he loved or cherished Arya. He did know however, that he would miss her desperately. If she asked him to come with her, Taron had decided he would go.