Jon left later that morning. Arya went to her chambers and cried herself to sleep. He bought back all the memories of their time in Winterfell that she dared not think about over the last few years. When he went to the Wall, she truly believed she would never see him again. Knowing that he was in her life once more, gave her such happiness, but she would miss him dearly. After giving her a few hours alone, Gendry went to her room. He gave her time to cry, as he knew she would not want him to see her like that, but it was killing him knowing that she was upset and alone. Even fixing swords in the forge was not taking his mind off her. He decided that he liked Jon very much. He was a good brother and loved his sister. He knew her and understood her. Gendry thought that they probably would have been good friends if they knew each other before he began to kiss his little sister. When he entered the chambers, she was sleeping, curled up in a blanket, like a child. He moved over to the bed, and climbed in beside her cuddling into her back. He kissed the back of her head and she stirred.
"I'm sorry; I did not want to wake you, my wolf." He said gently, as he stroked the line of her side and down to her hip.
"It's fine." She groaned. "Have I been asleep long?"
"It's afternoon."
"Oh hell's... I missed training..."
"Leave it for today... you seem too tired."
"I should train... we have a plan now..." she began to say.
"Stop for today... we can train tomorrow," he interrupted her. "Just stay here and relax for one day, Arry. We have a lot to do and Lem said we are leaving again in two days... so stay here with me today, please."
"Umm," she replied as she turned around and faced him. Her eyes were red and puffy, and her nose and cheeks, just as swollen.
"I liked him... he was everything you described... I even forgive him for punching me, though Lem sneers at me every chance he gets." Gendry said with a smile.
"I love him... I think I will see him again... ya, I think he will be back."
"Me too." And Gendry placed a gentle kiss on her lips.
"Men!" Arya began. "I look like a Lady who's Knight has been killed in battle and she spends her days weeping like a child, like one of those stupid songs Sansa used to love, and you still kiss me. I had thought you liked me in my breeches and tunic, but you grab me and kiss me whenever I wear a stupid gown... you are a liar Gendry Waters... you want me to be a Lady... and weep and sing and tell you that you are brave and gallant..." she put the back of one of her hands up to her forehead and sighed dramatically saying "Ohh, my brave knight..."
Gendry laughed and cupped her face with one hand.
"You can make a jest of me Arry, but I'll not apologise for liking you in a gown... they... they..." he fumbled.
"They what, my bull?" she asked impatiently.
"They show your breasts," he whispered, reddening a little, "but better... they hold you in here."
He slides his hand down her side and on to her hips.
"I love you here, my wolf. I dream about holding you here... when I see you in gown, I want to run my hands over your hips and bite your flesh. My mind loses all control, I swear it! The things I imagine... I envisage you without the gown... I wonder what it would be like to see you... and when you wear your tunic I know that these curves are underneath and I want you just as much... you are the most beautiful creature I have ever seen, red eyed or in breeches... I cannot stop thinking of you, my wolf."
And he placed another gentle kiss on the tip of her nose. "My love." He whispered.
"You did bite my flesh, you stupid bull... or were you too drunk to remember?" she jested and kissed his lips. "I liked it though... so you can do it again if you want." And she kissed him again.
"We have to be careful, Arry." He said but his body was moving closer and he pulled her hip into his so that she brushed against his ever growing hardness.
"I know... but, there are other things Gendry... in the Peach... they did things."
Gendry stopped kissing her and gasped. "What did you see, Milady? Were you spying?" he had humour in his voice.
Arya punched him in the arm as she reddened.
"No, but drunken men do not seem to care who is around when they are... well, like this."
And as she said it she moved her hand down and gently rubbed his hardness. Gendry gasped and starred at her with black eyes.
Arya made the same bold smile she did on the night they were both drunk. She got great pleasure from this one aspect of being a Lady. She enjoyed making Gendry crazy with lust. It made her feel a little more normal as a woman... something she never felt before. And his reaction resulted in exquisite responses in her own body... all new and adventurous and breathtaking.
"The men talk a lot too..." Gendry managed to say when he remembered to breath after her intimate touch. "I know things that we might try... if we have to wait till the end of the war... if you want."
Arya got out of bed.
"Where are you going?" Gendry asked, almost sounding like he was in pain.
"Nowhere, you stupid bull. Come here." She smiled down at him.
Gendry got out of bed slowly. The hardness between his legs was visible through his breeches and he did not want Arya to tease him, but she just looked at it in wonder. The anticipation was brimming. When Gendry reached her, she said,
"Can you help me take this off?" pointing to her tunic, which had been tied at the back in preparation for training before she took to bed.
She turned around, and Gendry slowly pulled at the string until it was untied. Arya turned back to him. She was nervous. Her hands trembled a little and she was unsure how to proceed. She decided that it would be better if Gendry removed her tunic, as her hands were unsteady. She did not trust her mouth to say the words coherently, so she just raised her arms above her head and looked into his piercing eyes. Gendry's mouth dropped open. He was hungry with lust. He was about to see the part of her body that he dreamed about. This was it. He was going to see her for the first time.
"Are you sure my wolf?" he asked but silently he was screaming, Please say yes... I need to see you!
She nodded. Gendry got hold of the bottom of her tunic on either side and raised it over her head, revealing her smallclothes. He had kept his eyes on hers but when he slowly removed her undergarments, revealing her breasts and hips, his eyes fell and Arya heard his sharp intake of breathe. The sound send shivers down her spine. She had never imagined that such feeling existed. Her whole body tingled just from the look of desire on his face. His hunger radiated excitement through her. He carefully lifted one hand and stroked his fingers gently from the top of her small breast down to her nipple. He mouth was open in wonder at the feel of her skin and the shape of her breast. It was her turn to stop breathing. Her nipples hardened instantly, which made Gendry moan. He allowed his hand to move lower, down her middle, which made Arya shudder. Finally he reached her hip and all gentleness was lost. He squeezed it with his whole hand, hard. His was losing control. He wanted to fuck her. He was about to burst with desire. It was making him wild, angry even.
Before he could grab her with both hands, Arya moved hers to his tunic and lifted it over his head. She let it drop to the floor and just starred. His body was hard and defined.
"I used to imagine touching your chest all the time when I would watch you work... I would imagine touching you like this..."
She began to trail her fingers around his shoulders and down the front of his chest until she reached his abdomen.
"Just like this... all the time, I though I might burst... watching you."
Arya did not even realise she was talking. She was mesmerised by him. He was perfect. She had never known anything like it, and then he grabbed her and made a noise that was almost a growl. He backed her into the wall and lifted her up. He used his knee to push her legs apart and positioned himself in-between her thighs. He grinded her into the wall, quickly and furiously. He bit at her neck and when his mouth was on hers, he sucked at her bottom lip and pulled her hair back so her face turned up towards him. If she said anything, he didn't hear. He was totally lost in her body. His hands were moving from her breasts to her hips and back, rapidly trying to touch every inch of her. His knees were bent so that he could support her, and just as quickly he would flex his legs and grind his hardness between her legs, again and again.
Arya had no idea what was happening. Gendry was pulling at her, biting her, scratching her and banging her mercilessly into the wall. She felt no pain, just a searing heat in her sex. She could feel her wetness. Gendry was pulling her hair back and she was unable to move under the weight of his body, but that made the pleasure more intense. Her body ached to move and writhe under him, but being unable to move into the feeling send sharp waves of ecstasy through her, all culminating between her legs. Suddenly, Gendry ripped her from the wall and threw her on the bed. He propped himself up over her on his fists, which were clenched in determination.
"Are you okay," he asked in a hard voice. He looked and sounded very angry. "should I stop?"
"No... you stupid bull, no." Arya replied, frustrated and eager to continue. Gendry smiled at last.
"We need to be careful," he said as he lowered his head and took one of her nipples in his mouth.
He sucked it gently at first. His anger seemed to have quietened. He sucked harder, sending a current of pleasure down Arya's spine which caused her to arch her back, forcing her breast harder into her mouth. Gendry moaned onto her nipple and gently bit her, again and again. He was in awe of how her body flexed with each bite. He used one hand to open her breeches. He kissed down her middle and spent a long time kissing her hips, moving from one to the other, and watching her body writhe under him. It was more erotic than he could have imagined, listening to her moans and watching her hips squirm under his touch. He moved back up and kissed her mouth hard. She made so many sounds, that she was barely able to kiss him back.
Arya reached down and slipped a hand into his breeches, grabbing his manhood. Gendry' s head went back hard and he growled again. His breathing was so erratic, Arya though his heart might give out as she slid her palm up and down. Gendry raised himself up on his fists again and grinded into her hand, moaning loudly. Arya reached her lips up and kissed along his jaw and down his neck while his head jerked back and forth. Then with a loud gasp, Gendry exploded into her hand. His head collapsed into her neck as his seed spread into her palm. He grinded still, and then his body fell on her hard. His chest was heaving and he was mumbling her name. Arya tried to catch her breath.
Wow... what just happened to him? was all she could think. Her hand was still in his breeches, covered in his wet and sticky seed, and she did not know what to do. She was scared to move in case she hurt him. He had sounded like he was about to die at one point and he was still breathing like a galloping horse. When he recovered himself a bit, he kissed her lips and said,
"That was, unbelievable Arry... gods... wow. How do you feel?"
"I'm fine Gendry..." she still did not know what to do with her hand... or the mess, but she did not want to say that to him.
"Would you like... I could do the same for you... well not the same cos' you're a girl, but..." and he was fumbling again.
Arya silenced him with a kiss. He began to kiss her harder and then moved down to her nipples. The same pleasure erupted in her body and she no longer cared about the mess in her hand. Her body started to jerk and flex under his touch. His lips trailed from her ear down her breasts and to her hips. He ran his fingers along her belly from hip to hip and her body shuddered. He moved his lips back up to her mouth and slid his hand into her breeches and under her small clothes. Her whole body tensed with anticipation and she grabbed the bedding to steady herself. She stopped breathing. When his hand reached her sex, he gasped.
"God's... you're so wet."
"Ummm..." was the only sound she could manage.
Gendry let his fingers slide over her sex and back, over and over again. Arya head moved back and forth. She bit her lip as she tried to stifle to noises coming from her mouth. Her legs were moving up and down and her fists were clutching and pulling at the bedding beneath her. She was losing all control of her body. Without notice, one of her legs lifted high and her pelvis grinded into his hand, allowing one of his fingers to enter her and they both moaned loudly.
"God's your hot, Arry... you're on fire."
"Ummm..."
He slid another finger inside her and another. She made a noise that sounded like she was in pain. Gendry slowed and said,
"Do you want me to stop... did I hurt you?"
She grabbed his head with both hand and kissed him hard.
"I will kill you if you stop... stupid... I swear it..." so he moved his fingers in and out again and again. She still held his head in her hands.
"Ohh... Gendry... please, Ohh," she moaned as she grinded her sex into his hand.
He moved his thumb over her nub, a move he had heard Lem brag about. She screamed and her whole body shuck with pleasure. His put his mouth on hers to stifle the moans, in case Lady Smallwood came in again, and then rubbed his thumb over her nub and moved his fingers inside her. She moved her head to his shoulder and bit it hard as he repeated the action over and over, saying "God's Arry... your so wet... hot..." Her whole body convulsed and she bit his shoulder so hard he gasped in pain. Her body collapsed beneath him and she panted manically.
"Umm... ohhh... Gendry... Ohh," she whispered over and over. She could not stop. Her breathing was so heavy she could not say anything else. Gendry looked at her in wonder. He watched her body heave, her breast rising and falling, her hips squirming and marvelled at the burning hotness that covered his fingers. He placed little kisses along her nipples and down her navel. He was hard again and wanted more but she seemed unable to move and he did not want to disturb her.
Arya lay there panting for what seemed like an age. What... in... the... Seven... Hell's... was ... that? Ohhh... Ohh, god's, she thought. She was still tingling and she could feel sharp shoots of pleasure in her groin. Gendry's soft kisses were not helping. Finally she said,
"That was amazing."
"I know... it was. You are the most remarkable creature I have ever met Arya Stark. I love you. Even more out of your gowns and breeches," he added with a chuckle.
Arya slapped his arm playfully before running her hand down his chest where she felt his erection brush against her.
"Again?" she said in disbelief.
She was barely able to move. He laughed and nodded.
"I can't help it, here, looking at you, you're so beautiful."
Without blinking, she took him in her hand and moved him. He did not expect it and moaned. He moved his lips back to her mouth and they relieved his frustration quickly and franticly. He collapsed down beside her again and the both laughed.
They did not go to dinner that night, but neither felt hungry for food. They laughed and slept and woke and explored each other in the same way again, never breaking their promise to Jon.
The next day it was back to training. The men looked at them suspiciously when they broke their fast. Arya had a red rash over her cheeks and neck, which was also running down her chest. Gendry had a wide smile on his face and a glow that could light the whole of King's Landing. They trained hard to make up for missing the previous day. They ate dinner heartily and laughed all evening, ignoring the looks of everyone around them.
The next day Gendry and the Brotherhood left Acorn Hall.