Arya stirred awake, stilling suddenly when she felt someone's chest rising slowly underneath her. What the fuck is happening she thought to herself, eyes widening as she took in her surroundings.

She was in Gendry's apartment. On top of Gendry.

She'd fallen asleep somewhere after the fourth episode they had watched. And now she was laying on top of Gendry's muscled body, her head laying on his chest, his arm draped protectively around her waist.

Something she had done must have caused him to wake because he moved, tightening his arm around her, and bringing his other around to meet the first, essentially trapping her in his embrace.

After her initial panic at being somewhere other than her bed subsided, she realized she didn't mind being in his arms, it was warm, safe.

Within the minute though he was fully awake and realizing what he was doing, immediately let go of her, smiling his beautifully disarming smile at her and slowly raised both of them into a sitting position.

"Morning" He said, voice hoarse from sleep, it made him more attractive than Arya could have ever imagined.

Arya, still on his lap on the couch, straddling him replied, "Mmm…Good morning" she tentatively put her hand on his shoulder to steady herself. His gaze turned to her hand for a second, then back at her.

"Are you alright?"

"Yeah, I'm fine. A little embarrassed about falling asleep, but alright." She paused "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to intrude on you. You should have just woken me up and told me to go home."

Gendry leaned in "Hey, don't apologize, I had a fun night and I would never kick you out like that. You didn't bother me at all." His brilliantly blue eyes smouldered and he said, a little softer, "I really liked having you around"

Arya was drowning in his eyes, pulling her closer to him. She couldn't help it, and she suspected he couldn't either. The hand on his shoulder snaked to his neck and up to his face, he leaned into it. His hands dragged up her thighs and stopped at her waist, pulling her closer still.

Their foreheads leaned against each other for a second that seemed to last forever.

And then they were kissing, Arya's fingers threading through his hair, pulling him closer. Gendry pulling them both closer for a second then pushing her back down on the couch without breaking apart, making sure that none of his weight was actually on her. Their hands roamed each other's bodies. Their lips imploring each other to give up the secrets of the universe.

Arya's hands grasped hold of the edges of Gendry's shirt pulling it up his chest, breaking their kiss for a second to remove the shirt.

Surprising her, Gendry said "You're so beautiful" and then he left a lingering kiss on her neck, "And so smart" leaving another lingering kiss on the other side of her neck. "And so brave" and then he pulled her lips to his with so much passion she could feel it in every fibre of her being.

She pulled away slightly, tracing her lips along his jaw and to his ear, she whispered, a smile in her voice "I knew you liked me."

Gendry laughed "You have no idea." He brought his hand up to her face, his thumb lightly stroking her cheek, he looked at her like she was the sun and the stars. "You like me too, right?" suddenly cautious.

She smiled at him biting her lower lip, "Yeah, I like you."

His grin widened as he kissed her again.

Within minutes Arya's shirt was off (Gendry's shirt, technically). Things were heating up, and fast. Arya couldn't get enough of him.

Gendry suddenly stopped, breathless "Wait, Arya, I think we're going too fast." He said his lips a breath away from her neck as if it was taking everything he had not to bring his lips back to her skin.

"I don't mind, I want you. All of you." Arya replied.

"I really like you Arya," Gendry said pulling well away and sitting up on the couch, leaving Arya laying down on the couch. He grasped her hand in his and brought it to his lips for a sweet kiss on the back of her hand.

She tightened her grip on his hand and pulled herself up into a sitting position, leaning her head on his shoulder. "You're right. We should slow down, I don't know what got over me."

"I get it, I could hardly stop myself as well. I just didn't want you to regret anything. To regret me."

She lifted her head up to gaze into his eyes, she squeezed his hand and said "I could never"

He gripped her face with his other hand and brought his lips to her forehead. Arya was amazed at how sweet and soft he could be. She turned her face into his hand and kissed his palm.

He closed his eyes and leaned his forehead onto hers, "Oh man, I am so fired." He said with a laugh.

"You will not be fired!"

"It would so be worth it." He smiled reverently.

"You will not be fired." She said again, "I will make sure of it, it not anyone's business but ours what we do"

"Your dad's going to kill me" he said as if just realizing this.

"Stop." She said half laughing half actually fearing for his life. "He's not going to do anything to you, stop freaking out."

"We have to tell them, or it will be so much worse if they find out later."

"Don't worry about it, I'm dad's favourite, I'll figure out a way to tell him that won't get you fired or dead. Deal."

"Deal."

"Alright then, I should get going, I need to sneak into the house and make sure no one realized I didn't come home last night." She kissed his lips quickly and got up to gather her things from last night. He watched her as she moved around the room, putting her (his) shirt back on. He got up when he could see she was done, walking her to the door. She grabbed a suit jacket that was hung on the back of the door. "I'm keeping the shirt, but you can get the jacket back later." She said, stretching on her tip toes to kiss his cheek.

He laughed, "Alright, you little thief. Call me later if you wanna go for a run or out of the estate."

She rolled her eyes and walked out of the door.