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Arya came down the hall before turning into a staircase, dagger held out before her. It rested at the throat of Jaqen, exactly as she had remembered him: his half-red, half-white hair glossy and parted in the middle. His crisp linen shirt unbuttoned halfway, tucked into his leather britches.
"What are you really doing here? Why are you trying to interfere with my life NOW?" she asked, heaving.
Jaqen smiled serenely, pushing aside the blade at his throat, letting it scratch his skin ever so slightly.
"A man was sent…sent to bring death to a lady. A lady that knows all the secrets of the Faceless."
Arya's jaw tensed, her belly flipping.
"One word and a lady could have 20 guards here. Or a lady could dispatch you herself.:"
"A lady could do that. That is one of the greater parts of life- many possibilities."
He walked closer to her, letting his palms travel up her arms. She set down the dagger.
"Why did you volunteer?"
"As I said, a man has often wondered what happened to his wolfling. A wolf in lion's clothing. Now a dagger…in wolf's clothing". He walked behind, her tugging at her long hair. "Is the lady happy? Does her Lord know her at all?"
"Yes. Yes. This lady is. He knows me. Knows what I have done."
He spun her roughly around to face him.
"AH. Not like a man does. Not like many Bravossi did before taking their last breath."
Arya grit her teeth, her fingers flexing around the hilt of the dagger.
"That's not all there is to me. We all have our secrets. If you're going to kill me-" she said raising the blade up to his face, "then try."
Jaqen released her arms, smirking at the knife and let out an exaggerated sigh.
"A man would- but a Lady's life is no longer only her own." His hand smoothed over her belly.
Arya's eyes widened. Her hand covered his on her belly.
His face came close to hers, his eyes searching her features, pausing over her lips. He gave a light kiss to her lips then her forehead.
"There are 2 more here now. Those are not mine to take."
And with that, he backed away into the darkness, his eyes never leaving hers. His mouth didn't move, but she heard his voice.
"The Temple awaits you. It will always be waiting."
Arya's breath quickened and she dropped the dagger with a clank. She smiled, grasping her stomach.
Jory poured another hornful of wine, but didn't raise it to his lips. He simply looked down at the red liquid, swirling it around. Things were not going as planned. And it was pissing him off. He didn't even turn around when he heard the heavy door of their chambers open and close. Instead he threw the horn into the fireplace, reveling in the smashing sound of the vessel against the logs and the sizzle of the liquid as it was burned away in the flames.
"I haven't pushed you. I haven't caged you. But you wont let me in." He turned around, his jaw clenched angrily.
Arya stood motionless, a bit stunned. But she was no coward. This isn't her first argument. And it wouldn't be their last…passion wasn't only for love.
"What would you have me say? That there are horrors in my memory, in my very soul I cant be rid of?
Jory responded by violently ripping off the fur cloak he had been wearing as it all of a sudden as if it was irritating him. It dropped to the floor.
"I told you once youre secrets are your own. But- I feel like Im failing at this- another failure! How can I protect you, look after you if I know not where you go? You leave on the night after our marriage wielding a dagger? If you didn't come back, what then? Should I accept it? Should I look for you and would you be warm…or cold when I find you?"
Arya swirled around, grabbing the candlestick from the end table and throwing it against the wall behind a stunned Jory. She marched up to him, her hands in small fists against his chest.
"This lack of confidence in you…it appears not even I can help you realize how amazing you are. How safe I feel with you. But I am feral at heart- it was only me for a long time Jory. Tonight is the first night I hadn't gone to bed with a dagger under the bed, under my pillow, under the mattress."
He grabbed her arms, stilling them, still angry but now concern was starting to take over.
"I took that dagger and chased away the last of my past. It will always live on in me, feral and untamed. I warned you of that dear husband. But believe me- the life with you is the first peace I've known in 10 years. I want to live in it now. With you." Arya grabbed his hand and placed it on her belly.
"And them."
Jory's eyes widened and inhaled sharply. His eyes glistened and he dropped to his knees, burying his face into her belly. He looked up at her face, a slow smile creeping across her lips, her cheeks still red from fury.
"How do you know?"
She smiled fully.
"I know. I have it on good authority." His forehead wrinkled in confusion but he seemed to accept it. He kissed her belly, pulling her shift up over her hips and kissing her stomach, swirling his tongue in her navel. Arya clutched at his head, swaying a little into him as his arms clutched the outside of her thighs. His hands traveled up her legs up her sides and brushed the bottoms of her breasts. He kissed down her abdomen to the apex between her legs, breathing in her scent. His tongue parted her nether lips slightly, tasting her, overwhelmed with love for this woman. Her hands closed over his on her chest, over her heart.
She lowered herself to the ground, clutching his face and kissing it. She peppered his face with light kisses, over his eyes, his scar and bit lightly at his earlobe.
His chest still heaved from their argument, but he pressed their foreheads together, wrapping his strong arms around her and pulling her close.
"My Lady, my Arya, you honor me." He kissed her fully on the lips, and she could taste the lingering wine on his lips and his tongue, tracing her lower lip before slipping into her mouth.
She closed her eyes, not an easy thing for her to do. She breathed in deep, exploring her lover's mouth with her own, feeling desire stirring in her abdomen. She pushed him gently back onto the bear furs in front of the fireplace. He smiled up at her as she crawled over him, meeting his lips gently.
Arya kissed his chin, down his neck, and she felt the hair peaking out from the top of his undershirt tickle her chin. She pulled the hem up to his shoulders, bearing his strong torso to her. He was breathing deep, his hands going to her hair, one smoothing back her hair behind her ear, the other touching her shoulder, gently massaging it. Her ringlets tickled his navel as her cool lips found a nipple and gently bit at it. Jory made a sound similar to a "guh!" and she laughed against him. She laid her body against him, feathering her hands down his sides, tickling him.
Without him noticing, she had already undone the laces on his britches, finding her way down into them and touching the hardening flesh there, which was straining against the leather. With a groan of disappointment, Jory felt her leave his stirring manhood. He glanced down at her, watched with a grin as she removed her own shift and then proceeded to remove his stockings and lifted his hips up so she could remove his britches. He was totally naked now under her scrutiny, but he hardly noticed. He was staring at her swaying breasts, and the lean muscle of her legs, the curve of her hips.
Arya straddled his legs, pressing the moistness between her legs against his knees. He smiled and reached to touch her, but she pressed his hands to the floor and Jory smiled, probably looking like an idiot but he did not care. She started out at his feet, swirling around each toe with her tongue, taking them into her mouth and he felt his cock was going to burst with desire. She was so warm and wet and he groaned loudly, his legs twitching. She ran her tongue up his legs, his strong calves and nibbled on the insides of his thighs. Arya kissed the soft flesh, just up to his hardness before going to the other leg. Her name left his lips in a breath, and she kissed back up to his hips and took him in her mouth. He exhaled again, lightly touching the back of her head and as her tongue swirled around his swollen member, her lips tight around him. She was so warm on him, his hips bucked up to meet her. She only smiled wickedly up at him, putting a hand on his flat stomach to keep him down. The feelings were culminating in his abdomen now, and he felt he wouldn't be able to hold back much longer.
Jory sat up, taking her hands in his and rolling her onto her back, sliding one knee between her legs. He pulled up her shift and entered her swiftly, sighing when he felt flesh on flesh. He roughly pulled down the top of her nightgown, enough to expose her breasts and kiss them roughly. She grabbed his head, kissing him as her hips wildly rose to meet his thrusts. He put a hand around her thigh, and she complied with him by locking her ankles at the small of his back. He kneaded her flesh roughly and she could feel him inside of her. Even though their bodies were wild with passion, they kept their eyes locked, his wide with wonder and feeling, his hand tenderly touching the side of her face. She leaned up to kiss his full lips, her belly tightening with release, her hips sliding as hard as they could against his. He came violently, collapsing on his arms, his face resting on her bared chest and breathing in the scent of her hair.
As the sweat dried on them both, the chill of the Northern night started in on them and he pulled more furs around them, holding her against his chest, drawing lazy circles on her back.
"We have to think of names." He smiled at that. He had given up the idea of having children. He was going to leave it up to Beth to carry on. A cousin and two brothers perished in the Greyjoy rebellion, another was lost to the wilderness long ago, and the last two male cousins died at the Red Wedding. No more Cassel's he thought. But now here he was, with two on the way. If one could be a son, that would please him- a son with the name of his house. But he didn't care too much, as long as they were healthy. But Arya and he were of strong stock.
Arya smiled at him, a bit nervous.
"Names? Already?"
"Why not?"
"Isn't it bad luck? To name them so early?"
Jory turned onto his side, letting her down gently onto her back and rubbing her belly lightly.
"How do you know there are two?"
She held his gaze. "I know."
"Well, lets just say these are names…that we like very much my love and not for anyone in particular."
She laughed at him, kissing him on the lips. The fire crackled and burned and they talked into the night about a future neither of them expected to have.