Okay so confession time... I've been putting off this chapter. I just... I always feel like such a charlatan writing smut. I always end up feeling like the woman who wrote 50 shades of grey and I shutter to think (sorry if you like the book. No offense meant). But, anyway, I bit the bullet and here is this chapter.

Summary: In which Gendry worries far too much and Arya shows him Winterfell

"Hello? Gendry?"

"Which phone are you using?"

"Ummm... My house phone? Why?" Arya demanded, popping a chip in her mouth as she sat at the kitchen table.

"No! Get off it right now!"

"Why?" Arya snapped.

"Because! It might be bugged!"

She laughed.

"Don't be an idiot! Of course it's not bugged! You're getting crazy, just come over here and stop being such a pussy," Arya said, rolling her eyes.

"Come over there now? As in right now?"

"Yes right now you blithering idiot," Arya sighed, getting annoyed.

"But didn't they just leave?"

"Yes, so the coast is clear," Arya said with a loud groan.

"Shouldn't I wait at least an hour? You know, just in case they come back or something?"

"Gendry! If you don't come down here right now, you won't be allowed to come at all! You're being stupid! Just get your ass down here!"

"But-"

"NO ARGUING!" She roared, and with that, she slammed her thumb on the receiver, cutting him off. Honestly. Who was the female in the relationship?

It had taken a good deal of fighting to get Gendry to agree to this, believe it or not. Arya had thought he would jump at the chance to spend an entire weekend, uninterrupted and without the fear of being caught with her. The only thing was... He was afraid of getting caught.

"I swear Jon knows," he had said, looking terrified. "He mentioned something about loosing cherries..."

"Okay one; we were having cherry pie, so of course he would mention cherries, and two; Jon's going to be gone this weekend as well-"

"Do you know that though? I mean, he could be lying-"

"Shut up," Arya had snapped in a hushed voice (they were at the Forge, and Yoren kept walking up to them to tell Gendry to get back to work, shooting them annoyed looks). "Jon doesn't care that much-"

"He almost took my balls off one time, thanks to you!"

"Can we just forget that?" Arya had said, annoyed. "Jon's not a problem, and neither is anyone else. I wouldn't have suggested it if I didn't think it was safe!"

"What about hidden cameras?"

There was a long, strained pause.

"Gendry..." Arya sighed, closing her eyes. "My parents are honestly not that sophisticated. Now. Shut. Up."

"Sorry," he said, sighing as well. "I'm just a little jumpy I guess, after our slip up yesterday."

Arya fought the urge to roll her eyes. In a moment of, yes, stupidity, they had forgotten themselves and kissed in the Mall the other day. But honestly, they hadn't seen anyone they knew, and if they had, well, they would have known by now.

"No one saw us," she said. "Now are you in or not?"

"I'm in," he said with a nod, looking determined. "Just... Do a quick check for cameras."

Now, Arya let out another sigh just thinking about it. Gendry's worrying was only half of the problem. First, she had to convince her parents she would be fine on her own, which had proved arduous as they were racked with a sudden, unexpected surge of guilt at leaving her. And then, when she had finally shoved them out the door, Arya had to get the house ready.

Her room had been a nightmare. For the first time in her life, Arya had wished with a fevered passion that she had Sansa's room, all neat and tidy. All those times when she had joked about testing the laws of gravity seemed to be mocking her now. Why couldn't she have had the decency to put her dirty clothes in her hamper?

Then, when that was done, she had to do all the dishes, and make sure there was frozen pizza left in the fridge, and enough food to tie them over for the weekend, and then decided to wash the dishes in the sink for good measure. And then there was the covering up of embarrassing things to consider. Like the entries she may or may not have made about Gendry when she was fourteen in her diary. Honestly, as soon as he left, that thing was going to be burned.

There was a scraping sound outside, and, concerned, she leaped from her seat at the kitchen table and raced to the window... And groaned. Outside, it appeared that Gendry was trying to drag his motorcycle into the underbrush alongside her driveway.

"Stop!" She shouted, running outside. "Stop!"

"I'm hiding my motorcycle so no one will see-"

"Yes, I know what you're attempting to do, you idiot," she said harshly, crossing her arms over her chest. Just put it in the garage."

"But-"

"Gendry," Arya said through gritted teeth. "Put. It. In. The. Garage."

Gendry had the good grace to look appropriately embarrassed, heeding her and putting his motorcycle in the garage before following her as she stalked towards the house.

"Shall we go in together? Or maybe I'll go in before and you'll follow so as not to-"

"Okay, okay," Gendry cut across her, frowning. "I get it. I've been overreacting."

"You're just getting that now?" She snapped, raising an eyebrow. Gendry raised an eyebrow of his own.

"Let's not spoil the weekend," he said, side stepping her into the house. "Where should I put this?"

He shook his duffle bag at her.

"Oh," she said, blushing slightly. "My room, I guess."

Gendry smiled at her.

"I never did get to see your room," he said.

"Yeah, because Jon would have really gone for that," Arya said sarcastically as she lead him up the stairs. "You, me, with a bed, alone? What more could he ask for?"

"I dunno," Gendry said. "It sounds like the stuff of his dreams. Or nightmares."

Arya laughed, and then, after a moments, pause, pushed open the door to her room.

At once she felt embarrassed. It wasn't at all like Gendry's room, which was simple, with very few posters or trinkets, much like himself. In his room, there were a few things that he had made out of metal in his wood shop class, and a framed picture of the two of them, a dresser, a bedside table and a bed. That was it.

Arya's room, on the other hand, was loaded with stuff. Posters of her favorite fencers and historical figures and bands peppered the walls, as well as all sorts of things she had collected over the years that she just couldn't throw away, like Needle, Jon's knife, amongst other things. And there was a significantly larger population of pictures with her and Gendry on her dresser than there was on his.

"Is that us at prom?" Gendry asked, grinning. Arya blushed.

"Uhh... Yeah. And Sansa. And Margaery."

"Did you give Joffrey a Hitler mustache?" He asked, laughing.

"And a unibrow, and several very unflattering moles. Oh! And I blacked out half of his teeth!" Arya said proudly, coming over to look with him.

"I like this picture," Gendry said. "You look beautiful."

She blushed.

"And who knew how you could transform with the simple use of some soap?" Arya said, nudging him in the ribs.

"Hey, I bathe," Gendry snapped.

"Not often enough, I think," Arya said, taking his duffle bag and setting it at the foot of his bed.

"Was that an invitation?" He asked, raising an eyebrow.

Arya tripped over his duffle bag and grabbed the bed for support, effectively wrenching all the covers off as she tumbled to the ground. So much for making the bed, she thought grumpily.

"No!" She shouted, her voice muffled by her comforter. "No!"

"I wouldn't have minded if it was," he said amiably, laughing as he helped her untangle herself from the sheets. "But maybe it is a little early in the day."

Arya was so red in the face she probably looked like she had a bad sunburn.

"I don't think I'll ever get used to this," she admitted.

"To what?" Gendry asked. "Sexual innuendoes? I dunno, I think you have no problem when you're the one making them."

"I'm not a fan of sneak attacks," Arya said thoughtfully.

"Well," Gendry teased, his eyes dancing, "next time I make a sexual reference, I'll warn you."

"Haha," Arya said drily, standing up. "So..."

"So..." Gendry echoed, letting all the air out of his lungs awkwardly.

"We could... Erm... I could finish my archery lesson!" Arya supplied, but to her surprise, Gendry shook his head. "Why not?"

"Last time, I nearly snogged your face off, and now that we've... You know... I don't trust myself not to snog your face off, among other things... And you have neighbors," he said, turning redder with every word. Arya raised her eyebrows, laughing.

"Seriously?" She said.

"We could stay here," Gendry said, shooting her an annoyed look. "I like your room. And there are a good amount of pictures of me in here. How did you get away with this? I would have thought Jon would have burned them all by now."

"Oh ha ha," Arya said sarcastically. "He's not that crazy you know."

"No, he just looks like he wants to murder me every time he sees me."

"Not murder! Maybe severely harm-"

"Point made," Gendry said, looking at the pictures. "Hey! That's a picture of the sticker I gave you!"

"Yeah," Arya said, feeling her cheeks heat up. "And there's you and me, when I won the fencing trophy."

"Oh yeah! I remember that! You were so proud of yourself, when I took you out for ice cream afterwards, you wouldn't stop flashing it around to random strangers-"

"I did not-"

"Arya, you wouldn't let it go for days. I have a sinking suspicion you slept with it..." Gendry said, laughing.

"Only once..."

"Aha! Knew it!"

"I had worked really hard for that trophy," Arya said with a frown. "I was really happy about it."

He ignored her.

"And here's my wolf necklace!" Gendry said, gently picking it up. "You wore it, that night, didn't you? The night where we... Our first night."

"I didn't think you noticed," Arya said, blushing.

"Of course I noticed," Gendry said, looking slightly insulted. "Just because I was preoccupied with other things..."

They both caught each others eye and jumped, as though they had been caught in some sort of crime.

"This is stupid," Arya said. "Us acting so jumpy around each other. All we did was have sex."

Gendry flinched, and then looked ashamed of himself.

"Yeah," he agreed. "Guess there's only one way to fix it."

"And what's that-"

Her question was answered as he closed the gap between them and kissed her, pulling her to him and wrapping his arms around her.

"It's really hot in here," Arya said, pulling back. "Do you want to go for a swim?"

"See what I said about the innuendo thing?" Gendry said, looking breathless. "You have absolutely no problem doing it."

Arya grinned.

"I never said I did."

Oooooooooooooooooo

There was no denying it. The Starks had a top notch pool. The kind Gendry had always dreamed his Dad owned when he was a little kid. Just standing here, staring at the clear blue water, reminded him of all the daydreams he used to have. That maybe, one day, his Dad would come and take him and his Mum to paradise.

His reverie, however, was very abruptly ended as Arya wriggled her t-shirt over her head and threw it on the ground and then proceeded to unbutton her shorts, shimmying out of those as well. Shrugging, Gendry followed suit, pulling his shirt over his head, but when the cloth had been pulled off his head, his jaw nearly hit the ground.

Arya had also decided to take off her bra, and then, throwing a suspiciously minxy glance at him, she pulled off her underwear as well.

Gendry gulped, trying to ignore how suddenly tight his pants had become.

She gave him a wicked grin and then ran and leapt in the hair, curling into a ball before she plummeted into the water, causing a huge splash.

He didn't waste anymore time. By the time she resurfaced, he had the rest of his clothes off, and she turned around, looking him up and down and then grinning again.

Without any warning, he barreled at her, leaping into the air and then dropping in a ball, sending her flying with his tremendous splash.

"You jerk!" She shouted when he resurfaced, but he only laughed, grabbing her and then kissing her, pressing her wet body against his and sighing as she sucked gently on his lower lip, her fingers running over his wet shoulders and neck and hair.

They kissed underwater too, for the fun of it, and half laughed, half swore after they knocked heads. And then Gendry tried to catch Arya, who was a far better swimmer than he was, darting away as he lumbered through the water, tripping and flopping and sending waves rolling as she laughed, always out of reach.

Finally, he caught her, and when he did, he crashed his lips to hers. It seemed like their games would be over from that point on, because all Gendry could think of was that, for someone with such little experience, Arya was an extraordinarily fast learner, kissing him and pressing her body against his in all the right places. It was enough to drive him mad. Hell, it was driving him mad.

"Arya," he groaned into her mouth. "I want... I want..."

"Not in the pool," she said hurriedly. "No messes in the pool."

"Fine," Gendry shrugged, and then, without warning, he lifted her up out of the water and carried her out of the pool. Smirking at her, he flipped her around and flopped her over his shoulder, causing her to give a hiss of annoyance and probably roll her eyes.

Trying to remember where her room was, was a bit of a tough one (Winterfell was huge), but Arya guided him, sounding very amused as she did. After what seemed like an age, they finally burst into her room, Arya already wriggling out of his arms and then grabbing his hand, pulling him towards her and then pushing him on the bed.

He barely had a moment to breathe before she crawled on top of him, trailing kisses from dangerously close to his cock up to his chest, and then to the hollow of his neck, and then his jaw, causing him to shiver as she brushed her lips over his before kissing him deeply. Her hands, planted on his chest, snaked up to either side of his head as she brushed her breasts against his chest, causing him to shiver again.

"Are you trying to seduce me?" he croaked out stupidly.

"Why? Is it working?" she asked, and he could tell that she was teasing him.

"Yes."

Not to be put into submission so easily, Gendry grabbed the back of her head and kissed her hard, slinking his tongue in her mouth and pressing her body to his, jerking his hips upwards and hearing her half sigh, half moan into his mouth.

One of her hands snaked down and started working him, causing him to gasp, pulling back slightly, to see her looking smug. Which really wouldn't do. At all.

He lifted her up, sitting up slightly as well, and dipped his head to her breasts, feeling a glowing self-satisfaction as she murmured in appreciation, the other one of her hands threading through his hair, egging him on.

Unable to bare much more of this, Gendry jerked his hips slightly, pushing at her. Arya seemed to understand, lifting her hand from him to not-so-gently prod him back down on the bed. Positioning herself, Gendry noticed that she had that determined look on her face, the one she always got before a match, as she placed her hand back on him, guiding him to the right place, and then, pursing her lips, she lowered herself onto him, shuttering slightly.

"Give me a moment," she said, eyes closed.

"Okay," was all he could manage to say pathetically, trying very hard not to think about how absolutely fucking brilliant this-fuck!

She had started to move, tentatively and unsure, looking slightly embarrassed, but fiercely determined non-the-less and she rocked back and forth on him gently, her eyes fluttering closed and a smile creeping onto her face.

Unable to bare the slowness of the pace, Gendry began to move his hips against her, causing her to gasp and chuckle slightly as she increased her pace, but not by much.

Getting up on his elbows, Gendry beckoned her forward and kissed her breasts before she pushed him back on the bed again, holding him down as she began to ride him faster and faster, her breath coming in short, pleasured gasps.

Gendry could feel himself close to coming and grabbed her hips, thrusting into her and exclaiming in pleasure when he did. Her gasps were growing more and more louder and faster, and he could tell that she was getting close as well. As they buckled and rocked, he reached up and circled his thumb over her breast, and then felt her hand on his, holding him there as she clenched around him, softly crying out as her climax took hold of her. The cry was enough to send him over the edge as well, and he came, much more louder than she had.

Arya gasped for breath, and then rolled off of him, laughing.

"That... That was good," she said, closing her eyes.

"Good?" Gendry sputtered. "Good?"

"It was all right," she said, shrugging. She was teasing him.

"You little bitch," he said, grabbing her and causing her to squeal as he pinned her down, flipping her so that she faced him and then giving her a long and hard kiss. "That was bloody fantastic and you know it."

"I've had better," she said, laughing.

"Liar."

"Yeah, well, our last time wasn't so bad. Provided I couldn't walk properly afterwards..."

"So," Gendry said, kissing her forehead, "is this going to be the whole weekend? Just us? Fucking?"

"Pretty much," Arya said. "I thought we might stop for at least five minutes or so, to eat."

"Two at the most," Gendry teased, and then he pulled her close, kissing her again and sighing. It was a perfect weekend.

I have no clue when the next chapter will be out! I have a busy weekend so we'll see