Okay- writing this because people seem to actually LIKE my first part, haha! So without further adieu, I bring you the second part of ASMOW.
Arya's eyes raced under her slumbering lids. She was again on the King's Road, with her horse, Lady, named after Sansa's slain wolf. But she wasn't grown- she was 9 again. Each side of the road was dotted with giant posts. No- not just posts, each had a hideous corpse dangling from it, their eyes all turning to view her as she went past. Their sockets anyways, apart from the crusted dripping gore that used to be their eyes before the crows got to them. A single crow remained, jumping from head, to skull, to head to a stump of spine. It waited for her, cawing, remaining one step ahead. At the end of the road, she saw Robb, Grey Wolf faithfully standing next to him. He was leaning on the pummel of his sword, smiling. She beamed- coaxing Lady into a trot, then a gallop…she wasn't getting any closer. On and on she ran- he stayed the same distance away- a beacon of her old life…forever lost. Vaguely she felt warmth throughout her dream…and then there was an arm around her. She looked down- a man's arm. And she was again 19. She grasped the arm, the road fading away, Robb's smiling face fading.
"WAIT!" she yelled, before her eyes flung open. She breathed heavily, realizing where she was. She was…home. The bed moved with shifting weight, and the arm trailed down, circling her navel.
"What is it?" she heard Jory say, as he sat up next to her. She looked back at him, confused, heart still racing from her dream. His brow was wrinkled in confusion, and he dropped his lips to plant a small kiss on her shoulder.
Arya exhaled in relief. She closed her eyes again, rubbing her brow with her palms.
"Just a stupid nightmare. Coming…coming home has stirred up a lot I thought I'd made peace with."
He rested his lips against her arm again and she turned on her back to look up at him. His eyes were heavy with sleepiness, but his stubble made him more handsome. She got up and sat at the edge of the bed. He propped himself up on his elbow , looking at the smooth lines of her back, wanting to trace sun-kissed skin with his fingers. Arya stood up naked, welcoming the shock of the stone floor on her feet. Her back cramped a little and a knee stung under her- a result of an injury long ago, and walked over to the open window. She held her arms up, the curtains and the air cooling her warm skin but she looked out onto the woods beyond the keep. Her heartbeat returned to normal, and she was almost afraid to look behind her, at the caring man in his bed, eyeing her. Was he really there, or was this a cruel test?
Her concerns were unfounded as she felt his arms slide in around her, hugging her close to his naked form and kissing her neck. She couldn't help but smile as she could feel Jory's arousal, but he was pushing her. He just held her close, rocking with her.
"Someone may see all of you in this window. I'd rather you be where I can keep you warm and safe", he stated and she laughed as Jory pulled her with him, backing slowly to the bed. He cupped her breast with one hand, pinching the nipple delicately and biting her earlobe. With the other he applied a little pressure on the apex of her thighs, not directly touching her nub, but pushing down on it rhythmically. Arya felt any anxiety melt out of her, squirming against him.
"And who will keep me safe from you?" she replied, eliciting a half-laugh, half-grunt from him. She reached around, feeling his tight buttocks. He pulled her down to the bed, on top of him at first. Then he moved her delicately so that again they were spooning, her legs drawn up in front of her, onto the bed. The pressure of her thighs clenching together was in just the right spot, where Jory had had his hand before. He was busy now, sliding a small finger in and out of her, spreading her wetness and enjoying feeling the trembling of her inner walls. He smiled to himself. She reached back to him, touching one muscular thigh, trailing down to touch his arousal.
His bottom arm grasped her close and he entered her swiftly, stilling for a moment. The other holding her hip still against him. It was different than the night before, but more quickly found the secret spot inside of her that in tandom with the squeezing of her thighs on her nub sent electrical shocks through her body. She cried out and he thrust more fiercely- she felt so warm and tight around him and he liked the feeling of himself slick with her arousal. He whispered her name, hot and breathy against her ear. He could feel her rippling around him- she was close. Jory silently thanked the blonde serving wench that had taught him this position- he seemed to be hitting her just right with every thrust. Arya squeezed her legs as tight as they would go and just then he buried himself as deep as he could go, grinding against the soft inside of her as she peaked.
"Jory!", she cried loudly, biting his hand as he also peaked, his warmth spreading deep inside of her. He slumped onto the furs, but neither of them moved for a long while. He pulled her closer to him, exhaling loudly.
"I have them too. Night terrors. My mother used to think it was a second sight or something like that- she had a bit of the Children of the Forest in her blood. I think before the chill took her, she knew. And she was helpless. I have spent my life realizing I would rather not know when my end was near."
Arya nodded, rolling onto her back.
"I think that is the only wise choice. Otherwise you may miss what is right in front of you." She glanced up at him, his face flushed from their love-making. He leaned down and kissed her. Her heart swelled with emotion and it brought tears to her eyes. She laughed.
Jory layed down, pulling her close. He looked down at her rich brown hair.
" Why me? You must know how lovely you are. In three days banner men from all over the North would've stormed this place with flowers and mead and jewels for your hand- for the hand of the Lady of Winterfell."
Arya rolled onto her stomach, looking up at him with her hazel-grey eyes.
"Have I ever done anything like a typical 'Lady'? I learned long ago that…nobility is not a birthright. It is defined by the man…or the woman. Their actions. After you were released with my father's body- you joined ranks with Robb, even after his defeats. Through the Red Wedding, you took command of the Western forces then. Besides…", she started, stroking his cheek, tucking a lock of hair behind his ear. "You are quite comely."
Jory laughed at her, leaning forward to kiss her and grasp her hand.
"I will talk to Lord Bran today…if marrying me is something you still desire."
"It is. Just do not keep me in a cage Jory. I am still a wolf, after all."