[A/N]: So I was on a bit of a roll today with writing and have got the next chapter ready so thought why not post it. Thanks again to the new follows, favourites and reviews.
Arya
So many thoughts were rushing through her head. The day had started off on a relatively good note but as soon as they stepped foot on her parents estate everything seemed to go downhill. Sansa hated her, not just in a sibling rivalry kind of way but genuinely hated her. Then that stupid prick Joffrey, her soon to be brother-in-law had to go and assault her on her own property! How the hell did this happen? Images of that golden haired idiot flashed in her mind. His hungry green eyes, evil smile and the feel of his lips on hers. I can't believe I kissed him! Everything was becoming more complicated by the second and the only thing keeping her from completely losing it was Gendry. He had her hand tightly wrapped in his as if he was afraid that letting her go meant never seeing her again.
"Gendry I have to tell you something," she paused before they entered her family home. Jon stopped as well but after she nodded for him to continue without them he walked on giving them their space.
"Wow who would have ever thought Jon of all people would be ok with you holding my hand like this," she joked trying to ease the tension that was still looming in the air.
"So what do you have to tell me?" he replied, obviously eager for her to get straight to the point so they could confront Joffrey.
"I…err…umm…don't really know how to say this but" she took a deep breath in "I kissed Joffrey" she blurted.
Gendry stared at her confused as he began to digest the words she all but vomited out of her mouth. "You what?" he asked surprised.
"Oh God don't make me say it again Gen," she pleaded the taste of bile beginning to rise.
"You're joking right? Why the fuck would you kiss Joffrey?" he demanded a little too harshly for Arya's liking. She knew he would be upset but it was her only choice. It was the only way she could distract him and make her escape.
"There was no other way Gen," she began. "He had me pinned against the tree and he…he was a lot stronger than I thought."
"So you just shoved your tongue down his throat!" he interrupted.
"NO!" she screamed back. "I did not shove my tongue down his throat!" her guilt now turning to anger. How could he think she wanted to kiss him!
"Then what!" he was screaming too.
Overcome by her rage she pushed hard against his chest and pounded into him with clenched fists. "I had no choice Gen! It was the only way to distract him so I could get away."
He looked guilty now. Good you should feel bad. "I'm sorry Ar," his hand was touching the side of her face now. His deep blue eyes were looking at her tenderly and she couldn't help but let her anger evaporate into nothing.
"I know…me too…it was so disgusting Gen I thought I was going to be sick."
"I feel like I'm going to be sick just thinking about it," he replied. He cradled her face in his hands and kissed her softly. "Mine" he continued to say over and over again as he began peppering her with kisses down to the nape of her neck.
She gasped into him as he began to nip at the spot behind her ear that always made her feel weak. "Yours" she sighed heavily as she wrapped her arms around the base of his neck.
"I know we've only just started seeing each other but I hate the thought of you being with anyone else but me," he confessed. "I don't know why I got so angry before…the thought of you wanting to be with someone else just made me see red."
"Is it bad that you being jealous kind of turns me on," she teased.
He looked back at her with that adorable goofy grin of his and his eyes had a playful glint to them. "You are an evil woman Arya Stark, why do you take pleasure out of torturing me?"
"You've tortured me for years Gen, it's only fair that I make you sweat a little." She let her lips hover over his but pulled away before he got a chance to make contact. "C'mon we shouldn't leave Jon waiting you know how antsy he gets."
"Oh no you don't" he cried out hungrily as he pulled her in and slanted his mouth over hers. This is what kissing should feel like. That familiar heat in her abdomen sparked up again and she couldn't help but wish they were back at his apartment in his large soft bed.
"Seriously guys!" their lips parted and they turned around to see a very unpleased Jon looking back at them. "Arya you were just attacked like five minutes ago, how could you even be in the mood to make out? And Gen what the fuck are you thinking? Can't you just keep it in your pants until we sort this shit out with Joffrey?"
"Ok, ok don't get your knickers in a knot. We just got distracted, and it is Gendry's fault anyways he can't seem to keep his hands off me," she laughed.
"Well maybe if you stopped seducing me with your sexiness I wouldn't have to," he chimed in.
"Oh Gods I'm gonna be sick if you two keep carrying on like this. Arya I don't want to know anything about where Gendry's hands touch you and Gendry I don't ever want to hear you call my sister sexy in front of me again!"
"Seriously bro you need to find yourself someone, you are way too uptight and serious for your own good," she replied playfully.
"Just get inside already," he grunted. Both Arya and Gendry obliged and followed Jon in through one of the side doors. They could hear the loud voices of their families and hear what sounded like a woman sobbing. Jon led the way to the room that housed all the noise.
"YOU!" she heard a woman scream. It was Cersei, Gendry's stepmother. Her long hair seemed to have lost its shine and her face was as red as a beet. Her green eyes looked calculating like a snake and she was looking directly at her. "You little slut, how dare you lay a hand on my Joffrey!"
Before she could retaliate in response a loud voice boomed over them. "Shut your mouth Cersei. Anyone with half a brain can see that boy of yours isn't right in the head."
"Dad?" Gendry questioned obviously surprised at his father's sudden appearance.
"And you boy," he was now pointing at Gendry. "You take good care of her, women like her don't come around that often," his expression a mixture of longing and awe as he motioned towards Arya. Please stop looking at me like that.
"She's not Lyanna dad and I'm not you, so I'd appreciate it if you stopped looking at my girlfriend like she's some ripe berry ready for the picking" he replied. Did he just compare me to fruit?
"Oh look the two strong Baratheon men fighting over a scrap piece of meat. Honestly Robert she's nothing but a child, an ugly one at that. How could anyone believe my sweet Joffrey would want her when he has beautiful Sansa?" Sansa shit she had forgotten all about her sister.
"It's all a lie mother, whatever that whore says is a lie," Joffrey cried.
"A WHORE!" in what seemed like milliseconds, Gendry had Joffrey pinned up against the wall. Joffrey was helpless as he scrunched up his face in pain. The tears streaming down his face mixed in with the saliva that dribbled from his mouth as he begged for forgiveness. "You will not fucking call her that again. You will not so much as look at her again and if I even think for a second that she is on your mind I won't hesitate to destroy you," he threatened.
It was all happening so quickly that Arya was shocked into silence. Cersei was screaming at Robert and both her dad and Jon were trying to pull Gendry off Joffrey. She hadn't even noticed that Sansa had made her way down to her. She looked directly into her sisters crystal blue eyes before she felt a sharp sting to the right side of her face. Did she just slap me? The sting came again but to the left side this time. Yep she just slapped me.
"You've ruined everything," she finally heard her sister say. Sansa went to slap her again but not before Arya caught her by the wrist and twisted it so she was forced to bend her knees in response. Sansa was always the dainty one out of the two girls and even in her aggravated state her strength was still nothing in comparison to Arya's. "You're hurting me," she whined.
"You just slapped me twice!"
"That's because you tried to take Joffrey away from me!"
"Whatever he told you Sans was a lie. He's the one who came onto me. He's the one who pushed me up against the Weirwood tree. He's not good for you sis why can't you see that?"
"He's my everything! And you're nothing but a filthy little whore who always wants what she can't have. You've always been jealous of me, so now just because you've gotten a little bit prettier you think you can waltz right in and take everything away from me."
"STOP IT!" Ned screamed. Both girls looked up to see their father's steely eyes focused on them. "I will not have you talk to each other like that. You are Starks and more importantly sisters."
Arya felt a wave of shame wash over her. She hated disappointing her father and right now he looked like he had aged 10 years and it was all because she had come back. Maybe I should have stayed at Braavos. Everyone would be better without me and none of this would have happened.
"Sansa, you will apologise to your sister and Arya I need you to tell me what happened," his eyes softening as they looked into hers.
"You always take her side. She has always been your favourite and now you are letting her get away with this! I will not, I repeat will not ever apologise to her. She never should have come back, she should have stayed away and never come back. Everyone was happy with her gone and now she has ruined everything like she used to," Sansa spat.
The anger in her father's eyes flared up again as he was about to reproach Sansa for the second time but she had scurried out of the room with her face in her hands and her long auburn hair flowing behind her.
She scanned the room which looked more like a war zone and found Joffrey huddling in his mother's embrace and all her brothers and Robert Baratheon trying to calm an outraged Gendry. Her mother had Rickon and Bran along with Tommen and Myrcella in the furthest corner of the room, trying to shield them for the disaster that just unfolded.
Her dad pulled her into his arms and stroked her hair gently. It felt like forever since the last time her dad did that. With her being away in Braavos and him being so busy with work, it felt like the days when her father would be the man she remembered as a child had drifted into nothing but a memory.
"My wild little girl, your sister doesn't mean the things she says. She will apologise soon enough and the two of you will be ok."
The tears escaped her eyes as she nuzzled deeper into her father's chest. She didn't want to think about Sansa right now. Even though her parents thought Sansa's fit was only a momentary feeling, she knew that Sansa meant every single thing she said.
"Robert I think it's time you leave and take that woman and her children with you," his voice gruff. It was the first time she had heard her father sound so cold before and she could tell by the way that he glared at Cersei and Joffrey that it was taking all of his strength to reframe from lunging at them at that instant.
"But Gendry" she asked.
"Gendry can stay, I'd like to have some words with him."
Robert nodded at Ned then looked at her with an apologetic smile. "Come woman I think you and your son have caused enough trouble for one day."
"I think you have forgotten your place Robert. You are supposed to be my husband and Joffrey is your child as much as that bastard Gendry, you agreed to that when you married me remember?" Cersei seethed.
"You will not speak of my son like that. Joffrey is your child, your blood not mine. He is only a Baratheon in name not in blood and I will agree with whatever punishment Ned deems fit."
The look Cersei gave him showed nothing of her feelings. She was composed and her green eyes looked directly at her husband. "As you wish dear husband. But don't forget a Lannister always pays their debts," she smiled before ushering Myrcella, Tommen and Joffrey out of the Stark house.
"I'll make sure he's punished Ned. I've always known there was something off about him and today just proves it," Robert offered.
"And you young lady are very lucky you were able to escape. You are strong like your aunt and have become just as lovely," that longing look still lingering in his eyes. "I'm sorry for what he did to you, no harm will come to you again."
"Umm…thank you sir," she replied still feeling uncomfortable at the way he was looking at her. Her father walked Robert out the front door leaving her standing awkwardly in the room.
She felt a warm hand rest on her shoulder and turned to see Gendry smiling down at her. "That was a bit intense wasn't it?"
"Maybe just a little," she sighed. "I thought you were going to kill him," she leaned into him. His muscular arms encased her small frame drawing her into his warm body.
"I would have if Jon and your dad hadn't stopped me," his chin now resting on the top of her head. "That prick just gets to me and when he called you a whore…" his hold on her tightening a little. "You're not a whore and if anyone ever says anything disrespectful about you again I'll kill them."
"That's if I don't kill them first," she joked.
Ned walked in the expression on his face one of slight relief now that the others had left. Gendry still had his arm securely around Arya when her dad eyed them both. "It seems we have a lot to discuss," he motioned for everyone to head into one of the other entertaining rooms. "Hodor!" he called out.
"Yes sir!" came the deep voice of the family butler.
"Please take Bran and Rickon to the playhouse." Hodor nodded and began escorting the two younger boys in the direction of the room. Rickon began to object but Bran soon convinced him to come along, challenging him to a game of Xbox.
"Now Arya I need you to tell me what happened." All eyes were on her as she sat on one of the armchairs and waited for the rest of her family and Gendry to sit around her.
Not sure if this was a bit OTT. Like I said before I'm not sure where this fic is headed so all feedback is appreciated.