[Mature Content Chapter]

Behind closed doors Gendry knew Arya would voice her displeasure about him choosing to stay behind at Dragonstone. Her anger reminded him of their past; the first time he had teased her and called her m'lady. He could see her love for him, even though the words were harsh.

"M'lady wants to maybe marry me in the future. What better way to win the favour of your brother, than helping him kill the wights?"

"But I want you to stay by my side, not his!" Arya knew her complaints were fruitless.

"We united after years and miles, nothing can keep us apart. I promise to stay alive until we meet again, if you do the same." He came and stood behind her, wrapping her up in his arms.

Softly she vowed, "I promise."

Gendry kissed her neck, sending delightful shivers from her head to toes. Still standing behind Arya, he helped her undress. Turning, she helped him out of his clothing. In front of the blazing fire in their room, they stood embraced in all their nakedness. His hands caressed, then he picked her up and carryied Arya to the bed.

"Tonight I'll show you just how much I need Ari, Arya and Princess Stark."

Positioning himself over her, his legs spread hers, to allow access. His right hand slid slowly over her hot skin, but paused on her thigh. He held himself above, with half his body and other arm, watching her. As he lowered his face closer to hers, Arya's eyes darkened with desire and then contact was made. His lower lip, dragged over hers, beginning a sensual kiss. Gendry's mouth opened and sucked in her plump bottom lip. When he released it, her tongue sought out his, mouths moved to accommodate mutually. Arya's body ground up against him, he moved his mouth to nibble, kiss and lick her neck with the same rhythm that his right hand was moving on her swollen button. For him her sex scent was intoxicating. He couldn't get enough. She moved her hand to stroke his fire, but it wasn't long before his hand pushed hers away. Gendry's fingers probed and dipped into her wetness, making Arya's hips move with his rhythm, breathing becoming heavy. It wasn't long before everything he did, made her hips buck in the spasm of euphoric pleasure. As she rode the wave, he entered, enjoying the feeling of her clenching insides.

"You feel so… so… good," Arya panted.

He held her legs together beside his head, enabling deeper penetration at an angle that pushed against just the right spot. Hands grabbed his ass, as she moved herself to meet his thrusts. Together they crashed over that apex, linked by mind, soul and body.

"You're amazing," Gendry sighed as his heart thumped.

Snuggling up to his side, her head rested on his shoulder, close enough to kiss his cheek. "I'm going to make you hard, for round two."

She kissed her way down his abs, until popping his resting manhood into her mouth. Gendry groaned and rested his hands on her head, while his ass and thighs flexed as Arya's tongue danced in swirling motions. He thought it was so sexy, when she glanced up at him to make sure he was loving every minute of her head work. Before exploding, he tried to get her to stop, but she wouldn't. His hips thrust forward, legs twitched, abs tightened and he came to her. His eyes burned with lust, as she licked her lips and released him.

"Um… I got carried away, so round two I'll give you a little time to recover first." Her devious smirk made him smile.

Meanwhile, Aulix and Taron were discussing strategies for the take down of Cersie Lannister and The Mountain. For them it was almost like foreplay. Aulix pushed Taron against the wall, his desire making his eyes spark. The former was stronger than the latter. Lips found their mark. Even though they were about to go to war, because they were together, neither were worried about not making it back alive. In their short life span, so much had happened and they had lived through two other wars, multiple assassination attempts and turf battles. All of it, equally dangerous. Others may fall, but some how they continued on by barely escaping disaster.

Taron vowed to Aulix, "I can't and won't let her die. If it's my life or hers…."

"You already know she won't die," Aulix tapped Taron's head.

"I've seen wrong before…."

"Then I will wager my life for both of yours."

Taron pushed him away. "NEVER say that! Don't even…." Tears sprang to his eyes almost instantly.

Aulix slapped Taron. "You're wound up. Don't be stupid. In what life time do you think I would let you leave me like that? We've always trusted your greensight and now is no different."

"But we've never fought wights or dragons." The protest sounded childish to his own ears.

With a smirk that held mysterious truths, Aulix gave a wink, then asked, "are you doubting me?"

The look in his eyes, made Taron shiver. "No…. I guess it's just that Arya might be gone from our lives after all this."

Aulix punched and sent him onto his ass.

Taron held up a hand, wiping blood off his lip. "I deserved that and thanks."

Taking pity on him, Aulix helped him stand up and kissed the damaged lip. "Believe in her, I do."

They went to bed, not to make love, but so one could massage the other. When Aulix heard Taron's breathing change, he sighed. A pint sized girl had his friend all twisted up, but he knew that in the morning when they got on the ship to King's Landing, he'd be all business. Only one other time had he seen Taron like this and that's when Aulix had faked his own death. That was a lot of power for one girl to have, but it needed to be.

In the morning, Taron had a bruise on his face, which Byt immediately put a salve on it, shaking her head at Aulix as if to scold him. The latter smiled cheekily. The girl who had caused the conflict joined them at the table, after kissing Gendry one last time. With a nod at them, the smith left with Missandei. Arya couldn't hide his affect on her, but the others ignored it. Aulix took out a map of King's Landing, that he and Tyrion had discussed earlier, before sunrise. They went over their plans for the take down of the False Queen and the Mountain. Taron and Byt stayed with Arya, as she said good-bye to her brother Jon. Aulix disappeared, but on their way down the stairs back to the beach, Daenerys and Taron saw him up on the cliff with her dragons.

The Mother of Dragons sucked in her breath sharply and looked from the cliff top to Taron. "How?"

Taron laughed, "no disrespect to you, but I've got no idea and don't dare ask."

Their eyes went back up and watched as both dragons bowed down to Aulix, who stood on the tip of the rocks. He put his hand on the big black and red dragon. What the others couldn't see next, was Aulix and Drogon put their foreheads together. The man then patted the muzzle of each dragon and then left to join the others on the beach.

Byt and Arya had already returned to the ship, but Taron waited with Daenerys. When Aulix finally made it down to the shore line, Daenerys asked, "who are you?"

"No one and I am who I need to be."

She stared at him a moment and then just smiled. "Anyone that my dragons will do that for, is my friend and not a foe. Valar Morghulis."

Both Taron and Aulix bowed and replied, "Valar Dohaeris."

The smaller boat went to the other side of the island, where the ship that would take them back to shore waited. Tam helped Arya and Byt on board. He waited until Aulix came up, to tell them that Benn had decided to stay and fight with Jon Snow's army. Aulix nodded and shared a look with Taron.

'I told you to trust your greensight and see Benn did just as you saw.' His hands danced.

'Shut up.'

Arya watched the exchange and wondered what else Taron had seen, but only told Aulix. She laughed as Aulix boyishly stuck his tongue out at Taron. The joking wouldn't last long, but they all appreciated the moment which reminded them of the Street Guild in Braavos. That was a time of growth and soon it would be the time of war.