It wasn't difficult to find Harry and Sansa. They had only gone a short distance down the path where they had left Jaime and Arya. Sansa was knelt on the ground tying a torn cloth on Harry's bleeding leg.
"What happened?" Jaime asked as he dismounted the horse and went to her. Arya struggled to put her wet dress back on while still sitting on the horse.
"Robbers." Sansa said.
"Yes but they didn't get off with much." Harry said, trying to sit up only to have Sansa push him back down again.
"Looks like they got a good swing at your leg." Jaime said.
"Oh that, it's nothing." Harry said trying to keep the pain from his voice.
Jaime knelt down and took a closer look. "I wouldn't say it's nothing but I think you'll live...which way did your robbers go?"
"I don't know." Sansa said. "Harry was bleeding and I was upset and I didn't even see."
"Upset?" Harry said to her. "You were screaming bloody murder. You were more than upset."
"Of course I was you had be gallant and try to fight them instead of just giving them what they wanted!" Sansa said to Harry.
"I wasn't being gallant." Harry protested. "And if I had been, all that screaming would still been excessive."
"Which way did they go?" Jaime repeated the question, ignoring Sansa and Harry's argument.
"I didn't see either." Harry said. "Because as she said, I was bleeding and she was upset."
"It's no matter. We'll have to get you on the horse and get you back." Jaime said. He looked over to see if Arya had managed to dress yet before helping Harry to his feet.
Sansa and Harry continued to argue on the return ride to Casterly Rock. They rode into the courtyard and there were soon servants to help Harry to his room and the Maester was dispatched to tend him. Then someone brought Arya her spear and she made her way back to her room where Meg and Genna would help her into dry clothes.
She stayed in her chambers even after the maids had left. She thought about going to check on Sansa and Harry. Jaime was probably with them. She didn't want to see him yet. Not when all she could think about was kissing him again. Arya wasn't even sure why she had kissed him like that. She wasn't sure she could keep from doing it again the next time she saw him. And she wanted more than just a kiss.
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It took more than an hour before Maester Gavin was done with Harry. Once Jaime was sure that Harry would be fine, he left his guests and went to find Arya. She was in her chambers sitting on the edge of her bed. She blushed when he entered the room and he knew that she was thinking about the kiss on the beach just as much as he was. He was thinking about that and the curves of her body, the feeling of her skin beneath his hand.
He bolted the door shut behind him. He turned to face her and found that she was wearing a robe. It was midafternoon and if he wasn't mistaken she had nothing on underneath her robe. She stood and let the robe slip off of her shoulders. He didn't remember crossing the room. He was just there, arms around her, kissing her hungrily. She was desperately pulling at the hem of his tunic and he broke away from her long enough to pull it off over his head. Then they were together again, lips locked. He liked the feel of her breasts against his chest. He could feel her pulling at the laces of his breeches. He pushed her gently back so that she was lying on the bed beneath him. He rested his weight on his elbows and forearms and began to trail his kisses down her jawline, onto her neck and shoulder, and then to suck on her firm nipples. She cried out from the sensation and arched her back. Then she finally managed to get his member free of his breeches and she took him in hand and began to stroke. She wasn't as inexperienced as he might have expected. He let out a low moan before moving on to suck her other nipple. His hand snaked between them so that he could touch her too and her eyes flew open in surprised pleasure. If he had to guess, it would seem that no one had ever touched her there before. She closed her eyes again and stopped stroking him, she was limp and whimpering, and utterly distracted by what he was doing to her. By the time he pushed himself inside her, she was panting and nearing her climax. It didn't take him long to follow her into bliss.
Afterwards, he rolled off of her onto his side and held her close much like the way they had been sleeping at night.
"I just realized." Arya said with a giggle. "I forgot to ask about Harry. Is he okay?"
"Harry is fine. It was just a flesh wound. You on the other hand are not fine. It seems I have besmirched your honor." He said with a grin as he moved some of her hair out of her eyes.
"It's not besmirching if the woman is your wife." She protested.
"I take it you are willing to accept that title now?" He said more seriously.
Her eyes clouded and he knew she was remembering that she had been someone else's wife first. He waited for the moment to pass. "I think I am." She finally said.
It wasn't a declaration of love but it was a good start.
