I've been looking forward to this chapter ever since I started writing this fic. Mwahahahahaha.
Summary: In which Gendry decides to make a move and he and Arya beat the shit out of Joffrey.
"Hello?"
"It's me."
"Yes I know it's you, you idiot, I have caller ID," Arya said, rolling her eyes even though Gendry couldn't see her. Rolling over on her bed, she reached for her computer so she could turn off the music she was blasting.
"Oh. Right."
"What's up?" She asked, pulling herself up off her stomach and sitting up. She had spent the whole day in bed, in only pajamas, playing computer games, and had throughly enjoyed it.
"I was wondering if you... If you were, err, free to go to lunch with me in like ten minutes," Gendry said, and for some reason, he almost sounded nervous.
Her heart jumped. It almost... It almost sounded like he was asking her out on a date. Was he asking her out on a date?
"Oh yeah sure," she said casually, scrambling off her bed in a mad panic and diving at her pile of cloths on the floor, searching madly for something decent to throw on.
"Will you be ready to go then?" Gendry asked as she hit the speaker button so that she could force her smelly t-shirt off her body and replace it with something else. "I know it's sort of last minute..."
"Oh yeah sure," Arya all but shouted. "No problem!"
Trying not to let out a frustrated scream, as she couldn't find a suitable shirt, Arya rushed towards her pants drawer, hoping for better luck there. As she did, she caught a look at herself in the mirror. Oh no, that set of bra and underwear would not do at all. What was she, five? She couldn't very well wear underwear with rainbows in it.
"Umm Arya? Are you still there?"
"YES!" Arya roared, shimmying out of her underwear and digging around her drawer for that lacy black thing that Margaery had bought her for her last birthday as a joke. Coming up victorious, she quickly pulled those on, changing her bra to match, and then looking around the room, trying to think of what to wear.
"Are you okay? We don't have to-"
"NO NO! I'M FINE!" Arya shouted. "Just... Err... Sansa's calling me! Something about a blender! I've got to go! See you soon!"
And with that she slammed her finger on the receiver before Gendry could question what she had said.
In desperation she burst out of her room and sprinted down the hall, in just her underclothes (Sansa was the only one home) wrenching open Sansa's door and scaring her sister half to death.
"ARYA!" Sansa, who had been doing her nails, cried. "What are you doing?"
Arya didn't have time to answer, instead she flew to Sansa's closet and rifling through her cloths before she found what she was looking for: a sleeveless electric blue dress.
"Hey that's mine!" Sansa protested as Arya snatched it, already turning to leave her room, throwing the hanger over her shoulder.
"Yeah but you never wear it," Arya said dismissively, attempting to pull it over her head.
"What are you wearing?" Sansa demanded, following Arya as she ran back to her room. "Is that lace I just saw?"
"No," Arya lied quickly,
"Yes it was! Arya, what's going on?" Sansa demanded as Arya adjusted the dress and then grabbed her hair brush, hurriedly yanking it through her hair before digging around her jewelry and coming up with a pair of silver earrings in the shape of cats.
"Nothing," Arya said, giving Sansa a look like she was going mad. "I just forgot that I was meeting someone, that's all."
"A boy?" Sansa asked, eyebrows raised.
"Don't be stupid," Arya snapped, grabbing a jean jacket. "I'm just late, that's all."
"Uh huh," Sansa said, not fooled in the least. "Do you want me to do your make-up?"
"Don't have time," Arya said, rushing to her bathroom and gurgling a bit of mouthwash before running back to look for shoes.
"You better be wearing tights under that," Sansa said, sounding eerily like their mother.
"All right," Arya relented, grabbing her see-through black tights and yanking them up her legs. She had just stuffed her feet in her red high tops before her phone rang, signaling that Gendry was there.
"Gotta go," she shouted, snatching her phone before Sansa could see who it was and running out of her room and down the hallway.
"Is that Gendry outside?" Sansa asked, peering out the window.
"NO!" Arya shouted, scampering down the stairs and then wrenching the door open, slamming it behind her and sprinting out to where Gendry was waiting on his motorcycle, slowing down to a walk when she got nearer to him, trying to look casual.
"Hi," she said.
"Hey," he said, handing her his spare helmet. "Ready?"
"Yeah of course," Arya said, trying not to sound out of breath, putting on her helmet.
"Hop on," he said, patting the seat behind him. Heart beating wildly in her chest, Arya complied, getting on and then wrapping her arms around him tightly.
"Ready?"
"Yup."
"All right," Gendry said, and then they were off, speeding down the lane and away from Winterfell.
Arya loved riding on Gendry's motorcycle, whizzing past the world, life zipping by them as they went. It was an exhilarating, freeing feeling. Almost like they were flying.
To her surprise, he took her, not someplace North as she had expected, but downtown to King's Landing. Friends or not friends, taking someone all the way to King's Landing was not something someone would do for just a casual lunch.
He found parking a few blocks from whatever restaurant he was taking her to, and so they'd have to walk a little ways. Arya didn't mind. She was so jittery that a walk would probably calm the butterflies in her stomach.
"Here, I know a short cut," Gendry said, pointing to an alleyway that lead to the street over. "This should get us there faster."
"Okay," Arya shrugged and they turned, walking down it. For a split second, Arya had the strongest desire to reach out and take his hand. Should she? She wondered as she eyed his hand with wary. But just as she was thinking that taking his hand would be a very bad idea if this wasn't a date, something broke her thought process.
"Well, well, well, look who it is. The bastard and the ugly little virgin, you two off on a date?"
Arya and Gendry both whipped around to see Joffrey, that stupid little shit smirk on his face, flanked by two impressive looking cronies.
"Joffrey, I didn't know you had friends," Arya said acidly. "But then again you're, probably paying them to hang around you. It must be costly. I can't imagine there'd be enough money in the world."
Joffrey laughed.
"So," he said, "I'm curious, how's the bitch? Crying her eyes out over me?"
"Oh hardly," Arya spat. "She's the one who dumped you, you little twat. You're probably the one who's crying."
"Oh no," Joffrey smirked. "I'm glad. Go tell the nun that. You're sister always was a little bitch, teasing but never letting me in. Makes a man wonder when a girl doesn't put out. I wouldn't be surprised if she had a nasty little cunt."
"That's it!" Arya roared, leaping forward to claw his eyes out. "I'm going to fuck you up, you little shit!"
"WHOA!" Gendry yelled, grabbing her and holding her back. "Arya, stop! There's no need for that."
"Did you not hear what he just said?" Arya cried, glaring at Joffrey.
"Yes," Gendry said, letting her go and putting his hand up, making sure she wouldn't fly at Joffrey again. "But let's just calm down and act like adults."
"Yeah," Joffrey crowed. "Listen to the bastard. For once, he's actually making sense. I'm surprised at you, bastard, I thought you were more like my father: all cock and no brain."
"Yeah, okay," Gendry said, and then, without any warning, he turned around and punched Joffrey in the face.
"What was that about handling this like adults?" Arya asked as Joffrey screamed in pain, blood spurting out of his nose.
"I changed my mind," Gendry said, and then, as Joffrey's cronies rushed forward, he threw a look over at Arya, grinned, and said, "you take shit face and I'll handle them."
"My pleasure," Arya said, turning to Joffrey, who was clutching his nose and squealing like the pussy he was. "I've been waiting for this far too long."
Before he could defend himself, she rushed forward and rammed her fist into his stomach, causing him to double over, and then smashed her knee into his balls. Joffrey screamed.
"Oh shut up," Arya said, slapping him across the face for good measure as he fell to the ground, wheezing in pain. "As if you had anything down there I could damage."
And then, just for the fun of it, she gave him a few good kicks. He really did make the funniest sounds when she did that.
"I'm telling my mother!" he cried, clutching his nose and balls.
"You terrify me," Arya said, but before she could kick him again, she heard a yell and saw that one of Joffrey's cronies was punching Gendry in the face faster than he could recover to hit him back.
"RAWWWWWWWWWWW!" Arya roared, taring away from Joffrey's pathetic form and leaping on the man attacking Gendry, grabbing hold of his neck and kicking him with all her might, screaming all the time.
The man flailed, trying to throw her off him, but she was latched on like a leech, her legs beating into his sides as he stumbled around.
"Get off you crazy bitch!"
"Mate, you really shouldn't talk to her like that," Gendry said, wiping blood off his face before he reached back and punched the man in the face, the blow leaving him staggering. Arya hopped off him, and then, stepping back, let Gendry hit him again in the jaw.
As if knowing the fight was unwise, like the other guy that had been with them, the man grabbed Joffrey, who was still crying worthlessly on the ground, and dragged him from the alleyway, both of them bleeding profusely.
There was a moment of silence.
And then Arya burst out laughing.
"THAT WAS BEAUTIFUL!" She howled. "Did you see them run?"
But when she turned back to Gendry, he wasn't laughing. Instead, there was a look on his face, a look she had never seen before, but it left her struck dumb.
Before she could even question what was going on, Gendry was suddenly reaching out and pulling her to him, and then, without any warning or further ado, he crashed his lips to hers and kissed her.
Oooooooooo
He probably shouldn't have it, but he was bloody glad he did. Another moment's hesitation and he would have chickened out and taken her home to make sure she was okay. He would have reasoned with himself, told himself that grabbing Arya Stark and kissing her after they had beaten the shit out of Joffrey was a very bad idea.
As it was, he had not. There had just been such a boiling in his blood that always happened after a good fight, something that called for more. A rush of exhilaration. A crashing of precaution. There was just something after a good fight that set his blood to fire.
Against his lips, Arya froze, and for one, freezing second, he was sure she was going to push him off her. And then she wrapped her arms around his neck and yanked him closer, battling his lips with just as much desperation as he was.
As he snaked his tongue into her mouth, gasping for breath, he felt the fire at the pit of his stomach spreading to other areas. Maybe he should stop this right now before it got out of hand. Maybe Arya would think twice-
"I'm not hungry," she said through their frantic kisses. "You should take me back to your flat."
He didn't need her to ask him again. It wasn't a particularly long ride back, but it felt like an age had passed when they were finally pulling up to his flat, practically throwing the motorcycle down in their haste to get inside.
If he had thought the long ride had given Arya time to reconsider, it hadn't. As soon as they had their helmets off, she was pulling him to her, not even caring that they were in the middle of the street, in a public place.
They stumbled into his apartment, slamming the door behind them, and then Gendry took her in his arms, lifting her up so that she was trailing backwards on her tip toes, running her hands through his hair and moaning when he sucked on her lower lip.
She pushed his jackets from him, running her arms around his shoulders and neck as he fumbled with her jacket in turn, accidentally running her into the wall when he did.
"Sorry," he tried to say, but she was too busy kissing him to let him even utter a word. As it was, he felt her fingers brushing just below his belt buckle, sending a rush to the area that was already causing him a good deal of discomfort, and pushing his shirt up, letting him finish by pulling it over his head.
Her hands slid over his bare skin, leaving what felt like little trails of fire as he worked his tongue in her mouth, his hands running up from her hips to the undersides of her arms, his thumbs trailing on the sides of her breasts.
To his surprise (he really had never expected her to be this bold), she reached down and pulled up her dress, reaching her arms around and yanking it off, discarding it on the floor.
Gendry gulped. There was no denying it, he was definitely hard. But bloody hell, he had no idea she even owned stuff like that! All lacy and black and...
"Seven hells," he croaked out horsely as she came forward, unbuckling his belt and then pulling it off him, going up on her tip toes to kiss him again as she unbuttoned his pants, pushing them to the ground.
Lifting her up, lips still locked, Gendry carried her to his room, one eye peeped open for navigating, while she planted kisses on his mouth, jaw and neck, arms wrapped around his head as well as her legs around his torso.
They tumbled onto the bed, gasping for breath, kissing feverishly, Arya's hands running from his head to his chest. All this kissing was making him feel drunk, his head spinning faster than a top, his vision nearly going blurry.
Breaking their embrace, Gendry leaned back and trailed his fingers to where her tights began, and then, gently gathering the thin fabric in his fingers, started to pull it back, down her legs and towards her ankles, all the while his eyes never leaving hers.
As they sat there, catching their breath, Gendry saw something cross over Arya's face, her body tensing slightly as his fingers brushed her legs. And then that's when it all came crashing down around him.
She was a virgin. What was he doing? What was he doing? He couldn't be doing this! It was all far too sudden! They weren't even in a proper relationship! Seven hells, he couldn't just go from kissing her to shagging her. What on earth was he thinking?
"Arya," he said quietly, setting her tights aside. "I think we should stop."
"What?" She said, looking panicked.
"I think we should stop," he said gently.
"What? Why?" She said, clutching at him, and then, catching herself, laid her hands tentatively on his broad shoulders.
"Because, Arya, I can't do this," he said. "You're still a virgin-"
"What and you're not?" She scoffed. Gendry felt his face heat.
"Well... No..." he admitted. Her eyes widened and she pushed him off her, sitting up almost violently.
"Who? Who did you have sex with?" She demanded.
"Arya-"
"I don't believe you," she said at once. "You've never even had a girlfriend. I'd think I'd know about it if you did."
"Oh honestly Arya, it was years ago," Gendry said, sitting up as well. "It was just some girl I met at a party, a few hook-ups and that was- Arya!"
She had leapt from the bed, snatching up her tights, and stormed out of the room.
"ARYA!" He shouted, leaping from the bed, but when he got back out into the main room, she had already forced on her dress, tights still in hand. He grabbed her arm. "Arya wait-No! You're taking this the wrong way!"
"Let go off me!" She shouted, snatching up her coat.
"Arya please don't go, let's talk about this!"
"Leave me alone!" She snapped, wrenching open his door and storming out, leaving him to scramble behind her.
"Arya no! Arya wait! Please! I didn't mean-!" He cried out, chasing after her in nothing but his boxers. "At least let me drive you home!"
"I'll take the bus," she snarled, taking off down the lane faster than he could catch her.
"Arya!" He roared after her. "ARYA!"
But it was no use. Half way down the lane she started running, and then, turning the corner, she was gone.
And they were so close too. Sigh.
Just to clarify: I actually don't hate 80's music, but I thought it'd just sort of add to the comedic tone of the story to have Gendry constantly like "Yoren, seriously, can we just try something else like silence?