Gendry

This was the first night since he's met Arry that he had no trouble falling asleep. Perhaps it was the exhaustion from the day's events, or the fact that he wanted to avoid his own thoughts about what had happened between him and Arry, but that night sleep came swiftly. Being a very light sleeper, Gendry found himself waking up a few times during the night from the sounds heard outside. Each time, just like the last time, those sounds were harmless and came from the animals of the forest. And each time, just like the last, Arry was still by his side, sleeping.

Waking up the next morning, however, Arry was not. Gendry did not panic at her absence. He simply got out of the tent and saw her sitting by the fire, sharpening the end of a long branch.

"What's that for?" he asked, as she jumped in surprise.

"It's for marshmallows. You know, I figured we can pick some up at another gas station and maybe roast some over the fire tonight? My father used to make those with us," she replied as a sad smile spread across her face.

"I'm sorry, about your father, he seemed like a great man," he said.

"Thank you," she said back, getting up.

"Do you want to talk about it? About your father?"

"Not yet," she replied to him, looking down at the ground.

Gendry wasn't sure what to say, thankfully she was the one who broke the silence.

"I need to focus on what's important. I need to get back to Winterfell, I need to tell mother and Robb of what I know. I hope you are still up to take me there, even after what happened last night."

Her face got slightly red, and Gendry could feel his own cheeks fill with blood.

"Listen, about that," he began only to be interrupted. She did that a lot – interrupt him. Somehow he didn't mind.

"Gendry," she began, her face more serious now. "Before you try to say anything about yesterday and how you regret that it happened, and some other crap about doing the respectable thing and me being a child – don't. Don't say it. I know you're thinking it, but don't say it."

"Arry," he chimed in.

"Wait," she continued, putting her hand out defensively. "What happened last night was completely my fault. I was upset, for obvious reasons, and I sought comfort, and you, well, I'm sorry I kissed you Gendry. I am sorry I used you. I'm sorry."

"Don't be sorry," he began making his way closer towards her. "Don't be sorry, Arry. I kissed you back."

"I know."

"I shouldn't have."

"But you did," she said calmly.

"But I did," he continued, taking her hand in his, watching her face for a reaction. She seemed content even though he knew she wasn't. "And even thought I know it was wrong for me to take advantage of the situation, I don't regret it. Not for a second."

"So what do we do about it? You know, the kiss?" she asked.

"I don't know, you tell me."

"You're supposed to be the older one! You're twenty-two! Why don't you tell me!" she said as she gave him a slight shove on the chest. He started to laugh.

"Thanks, for reminding me of my age," he began as she rolled her eyes. "And I don't know what to do about it now, but I do know that I would like to kiss you again someday," he continued, his eyes glued to hers.

"Liar!" she said, giving him another shove.

He laughed once again.

"You know, you shouldn't insult people that are bigger than you!"

"Then I wouldn't get to insult anyone!" she said as she stomped off into the tent.

Arya

They were on the road again. Arya got sick of being on the road quite quickly. She didn't care though, because with each moment spent on the road she was one moment closer to being back at Winterfell. Going back to Winterfell was still her number one priority. Her father may have been dead, but the Lannisters were still guilty. So was she, apparently. For a brief moment Arya forgot that she was being looked for and that she is technically a fugitive.

She was distracted. Gendry was trying his hardest to keep her distracted. He chattered to her endlessly about anything and everything. He didn't want her thinking of her father's death. She didn't mind though. She didn't want to think about it either, and their endless conversations made the time pass quicker.

Arya learned lots from her conversations with Gendry. He told her about his childhood, his job, his friends, and his mom. Arya liked it best when he talked about his mom. His face would light up and his lips curl into a smile. His lips. Arya couldn't help but think back to last night. The memory of his lips hungrily lingering over hers made Arya's stomach flip. Then there was the memory of their conversation this morning. He wanted to kiss her again. And he told her about it! Arya smiled to herself, looking out the window to avoid Gendry noticing her grin.

"What?" he asked. He noticed!

"What do you mean, what?" she asked even though she knew exactly what he was talking about.

"Nothing," he said, now also smiling to himself.

Arya wondered if the smile that was plastered on his face was there for the same reasons as the one plastered on hers. Probably. After all, he has told her that she was beautiful and kissed her back. But somehow Arya still couldn't believe that all this was happening. Count on Arya to find an admirer in the most awkward situations! Arya remembered the boys that chased after her back at Winterfell. They were always the most random bunch. From Billy, a kid in her fourth grade class, to Mycah – the butcher's son – who was actually her friend first. They'd all tease her for being un-lady like, and then try to kiss her. Arya was quicker, dodging their kisses and always running away.

Arya was glad that her first kiss was with Gendry. He was so different from all of those other boys. For one, he was a man. And a very good-looking one at that. His height, muscled chest and arms, and eyes bluer than the ocean must've made him very popular amongst the girls, Arya concluded. But it's not his looks that made Arya glad that he was her first kiss. It was him. She liked his sense of humour, his stubbornness, and his patience. She was comfortable with Gendry. She was herself.

Finally getting control over her uncontrollable smile, Arya started yet another conversation with Gendry, this time about fishing. After all, that what they told the man at the gas station they were going to do.

A/N: Hello everybody! This was a hard chapter to write because I wasn't sure how to approach their post-kiss conversation. Hope it didn't disappoint. New chapter going up tomorrow! :)