Over the next few days Arya and Jaqen never left each other's side. They worked together, ate together, and when the day was done they would go back to Arya's little house and fall asleep in each other's arms. They talked about many things during the time they spent together, which made Arya very happy. Jaqen hadn't been much for talking, but Arya was sure that he enjoyed talking to her. He had shared some of his deepest secrets with her. She was glad that he trusted her as she trusted him.

The stars were out, as was the half-moon, when they had finished their work. They had stopped by the bakery to get fresh bread for their dinner, and Arya cooked the rest of the food that evening. A meal of bread, fresh carrots and baked fish filled their stomachs well. Niah hopped onto the table to lick the juice from the fish from their plates.

"What shall we do now?" Arya asked, smiling across the table at Jaqen. As of recently she had been trying to convince him that she was ready for him, that she would always be ready for him. He had put it off quite a lot, but lately she saw something in his eyes. Her persistence was making him want her, she knew.

"A man has decided to take his lady on a walk with him in the moonlight," Jaqen stood from the table and held his hand out for her to take. She put her hand in his and stood up. She loved the way his hand felt in hers, the warmth he provided her.

"Then perhaps after our walk we could do something that I want to do?" Arya asked as they walked outside into the cool evening air.

"A girl has needs, as does a man," Jaqen said as they walked. He kept his eyes forward. "Over the last week much affection has been shown between the two of us. If a is sure girl that she is ready, then a man is as well."

"I am," Arya said quickly. She couldn't believe he was agreeing now. "I want to be with you in all ways possible, Jaqen H'ghar."

Jaqen continued to walk hand-in-hand with her until they came to the stream. The moon shone on the water, rippling and beautiful. "A girl has said," Jaqen turned to face her, putting his hand around her and rested it on her lower back. He stared down into her eyes, then pulled her into a soft kiss. When he pulled back he was smiling. "A man is madly in love, and he sees that a girl is as well."

Arya grinned, snaking her arms around his back and pulled him very close. She had never felt safer. She thought back on her young self back in Winterfell, a child running and playing with her brothers, annoying her sister, her long talks with her half-brother Jon. She felt safe with them, but with Jaqen it was a whole new level of safeness. They stood by the water for a while until a cool breeze blew across the open water and against Arya's skin. She shivered and took Jaqen's hand.

"It's getting a bit cold," she said, looking up at him. He smiled down at her and turned, walking back towards her house.

"Then let us go get warm," he said.

They reached the house and Arya was excited. Niah came to the door and Arya put her outside, closing the door. She just wanted Jaqen and no disturbances. She pulled Jaqen by the hand toward her room. They had made a bigger featherbed for the both of them since Jaqen had been there every night. Once they were in the room Arya began to tug at Jaqen's shirt, which he quickly removed, a smirk playing on his lips. Arya put her hands on his toned stomach, snaking them upwards and around his neck. He leaned into her and kissed her as he had earlier, this time with a little more force. She felt his hands moving expertly around her waist, then felt her shirt being lifted. She let him remove it, and she felt her face turn hot as he looked at her full breasts. He pulled her waist towards him so that their bodies pressed against each other.

Being skin-to-skin with him made Arya's stomach flutter with excitement. She moved her hands along his smooth back, kissing his chest softly. He turned her around so that her back was facing him and brought his hands around to her front. He traced little patterns with his fingers along her flat stomach, slowly moving his hands up until he cupped her breasts in them. Arya let out a little moan as he squeezed them softly, teasing her nipples until they hardened. He reached up and moved her hair and started to kiss her neck. Arya wondered how many times he had done this. He seemed to know exactly what to do to make her feel these amazing sensations. She felt his hands move down to her trousers, fumbling with the button. Arya grinned to herself, stepping away from him and removing them herself. She stood in nothing but her tight smallclothes. She turned to face Jaqen and brought her hands to his trousers, unbuttoning them. She brushed her hand against the hardness underneath of the clothing and heard him make a noise. He wants me, Arya thought to herself, smiling. Jaqen removed his pants and tossed them aside. They looked at each other for a moment, then Jaqen took Arya's hand in his.

"A girl is indeed a woman grown," He said, admiring her firm breasts, then looking into her eyes.

"Yes, I am," Arya ran her hands down his stomach and over his bulging smallclothes. "And I know what I want."

Jaqen put his hands around her waist and lifted her up onto the bed, then stood between her legs. He kissed her, then pushed her back onto the bed so that she was laying, then kissed down her neck, along her collarbone, down to her breasts. He took a nipple into his mouth and sucked it gently, swirling his tongue around. Arya arched her back, wanting him badly. He kissed down along her stomach, then slowly removed her smallclothes, tossing them to the floor. He massaged her inner thighs, then she felt his hand move to her middle. He rubbed his thumb against her pink nub ever so slightly and she arched her back again, this time letting a moan escape her lips. She felt him slide one of his fingers into her slippery entrance and begin to move it back and forth. While he did this he kissed along her inner thigh, moving closer and closer to her warmth. He flicked his tongue against her nub as he continued to move his finger inside of her. Arya could feel her insides tightening, building for a release. Just then Jaqen removed his finger and stood between her legs, grinning mischievously when he saw Arya give him a look of pure annoyance.

"Why did you stop?" She managed to say through her frustration. Jaqen smirked and removed his tightly fitting smallclothes. Arya bit her lip and smiled when she saw how hard he was for her, and big, too.

Arya sat up on her knees and kissed Jaqen, then pulled him onto the bed with her. She pushed him onto his back and took his length into her hand, beginning to rub it slowly. Jaqen let his head fall back onto the pillow, a groan slipping from his lips. Arya loved that she could make him feel like this. She rubbed him from base to tip, slow at first, then faster with each pump. When she stopped she heard him whimper only slightly, then look at her. Arya smirked and then leaned over his manhood, taking the tip into her mouth. She sucked it slowly, then took more of him into her mouth until she couldn't fit any more, then began to bob her head up and down, rubbing the base of him with her hand as she went. After a minute of this she felt Jaqen grab her arm and she stopped, looking at him questioningly.

"It is not easy to last long," Jaqen admitted, sitting up and running a hand down her leg. "A man wants to last until a girl is satisfied."

Arya understood. She smiled at him, then kissed him. "Make love to me," she whispered, laying on her back. Jaqen moved over top of her and she could feel his tip pressing against her entrance.

"Relax," he whispered in return, then kissed her lips softly, pressing himself at her entrance, then pushed himself inside of her with one quick motion. Arya winced slightly, but the pain was not unbearable. Jaqen didn't move, but kept kissing her. He kissed her neck, sending little jolts of pleasure to her center, making her forget the pain and focus on the pleasure. "Does it hurt?" He whispered again as he kissed her neck more.

"No," Arya didn't feel the pain anymore, but it was a little uncomfortable. "I'm fine."

Jaqen began to move slowly as to not cause any more pain. The uncomfort disappeared and a whole new feeling took over. Pleasure washed over her as he continued to move a little faster with each tiny thrust. She wrapped her legs around his waist and began to moan softly into his neck. He moved faster and pushed himself into her harder each time, making her dig her nails into his back. He stopped after a minute and pulled out of her, leaving her feeling empty. He pulled her up and then laid on his back. Arya crawled over him and positioned herself, then slid down onto his length. She took most of him inside of her, then began to move up and down. Jaqen reached up and cupped one of her breasts in his hand, teasing her nipple with his thumb and forefinger. Arya started to moan louder as she rode him. She felt him meeting her movements with his own, then she felt herself tightening around him. Jaqen quickly grabbed her waist and turned her over onto her back, not letting himself slip out of her, then began to thrust harder and faster into her. His thumb moved to her pink nub and rubbed it until Arya began to shudder. She felt a giant wave of pleasure wash over her as her fluids coated Jaqen's length and she screamed his name. He pumped into her a few more times, then pulled out and groaned, spilling his warm seed onto her belly.

Arya reached across the bed and picked a cloth up from the side table, wiping her stomach, then tossing it onto the floor. She turned over onto her side and faced Jaqen, who was smiling at her. Arya grinned at him, scooting closer, then kissed him. She pulled the covers over them and snuggled up close to him.

"I love you," Arya whispered against his warm chest, closing her eyes.

"And a man will always love a girl," Jaqen whispered back, wrapping his arms around her and holding her close to him.

"Always?" Arya could feel herself drifting off into sleep.

"Always and more, my love," was the last thing she heard Jaqen say that night.