[A/N]: Thanks again everyone for your reviews, they really do help keep the creative juices flowing and gives me the direction I need to keep going. Sorry again for not updating as regularly as I used to. Things have been so crazy with work lately that I haven't had a proper chance to sit down and work on this. Hope I haven't lost anyone and hope you still like where this is heading.

Arya

She felt like a complete idiot sitting and waiting in disguise for her sister to arrive. She had received a text from an unknown number telling her that they needed to catch up. Gendry had been convinced it was one of Joffrey's minions trying to lure her out, but she knew it was Sansa because of the way she signed off. Love little bird, is what it read. It wasn't a widely known nickname, in fact she only found out about it recently when she had been told that's what Sandor used to call her.

She looked over to the back of the room and saw a worried Gendry watching her. He was as badly disguised as her, wearing a ridiculously bright coloured shirt, fake moustache and aviator sunglasses to hide his brilliant blue eyes. A small smile graced her lips as she thought back on the two of them shopping for their outfits. They had both tried on a soiree of disguise options. Arya had experimented with different coloured wigs. She went from long platinum blonde to shaggy pink and even rocked an auburn colour to see what she would have looked like if she had inherited her mother's famous locks. Gendry had rolled around in laughter at all the styles, obviously favouring her natural tresses to the ones of her alias, but when she stepped on with a short do, one she thought made her look more mature she couldn't help but smirk at his expression. "Wow" is all he said before he practically assaulted her mouth with his.

"Thanks for meeting me," she looked up to see a figure standing before her. The sun was shining in her eyes and she had to squint to try and get a better look. When the figure sat down it confirmed her beliefs.

"Sansa…you look so different."

"So do you. Short hair suits you."

"And black suits you. So what's up?"

"I just needed someone to talk to. Someone real." It made something inside her ache to see how lost and broken her sister looked sitting across from her. Although Arya didn't agree with Sansa's plan she did respect her and thought what she was attempting to do was brave.

"It's been hard pretending to still hate you. You know I'm a terrible liar, so whenever Jon or Dad tries to talk to me about it I have to change the subject or bolt out of the room. I hate lying to them."

"I know I do too…it was easier to trick myself into believing that things with Joff were ok when I knew he was there watching over me."

"Sandor?"

Sansa nodded in response. "He used to listen to me. To talk to me and now…now there's no one but Joff and Cersei. I'm sorry that I put you in this situation, but I'm glad I at least have you."

Arya moved one of her hands over her sisters, holding it and rubbing the top of it with her thumb. "Maybe you should stop all of this then and just come back home."

Sansa gave her a pointed look which was all the answer she needed to know she wasn't backing down. "How are things with Gendry?" she asked changing the subject.

"Good, great even. We've got everyone's blessings and yea we're happy."

"That's good. So have you had sex yet?"

Arya was gobsmacked. She wasn't expecting her sister to be so forthright with that kind of questioning. "Umm..err…maybe and by maybe I mean yes most definitely." She gave Sansa a shy smile. She still wasn't comfortable talking about this sort of thing with anyone let alone her sister.

"Sooo is he big? Of course he's big, look at the size of him"

"Sansa!" she heard herself gasp.

"What? Isn't this what sisters are meant to talk about? Boys and sex. Since we clearly don't want to discuss anything relating to Joffrey in that department, we are going to have to focus on that fine specimen of a man that is Gendry Baratheon."

"Seriously it's like you are different person. Just coz you're in costume doesn't mean you need to change your whole personality."

"Don't be such a prude Arya. I need to live vicariously through you. I may not be able to get away from the Lannisters in a while so I want to take full advantage of this chat of ours, so spill."

"Ok fine if you insist. Yes he's big, but not in a giant black dildo way, just in a keeping in proportion to his body way. I mean he's the biggest I've seen."

"You've seen more than one?"

"Yes I've seen more than one Sans. I'm not completely virginal, I did have boyfriends back at Braavos."

"Really?" her sister questioned with a raised eyebrow.

"Yes really. I mean I never went you know all the way with either of them but we did…less compromising things."

"Wow look at you. Who would have thought my little sister had it in her. So Gendry's your first?"

Arya grabbed a tighter hold on the cup of coffee sitting in front of her before answering. "Yea he is. It just felt right with him."

"You two look good together. I think you guys would make awesome babies. Little caramel ones with black hair and grey eyes, or brown hair and blue eyes. So many possibilities."

"Jesus Sans we've only just started dating so don't go talking about babies just yet. I'd like to keep my vagina intact for a little longer."

"Fine be a spoilsport. So are you on the pill or does he use a condom?"

"Pill. We've never actually used a condom before. Does it feel different with one?"

"I prefer it without and I know most guys do as well. I mean it doesn't really make a difference as long as you're wet enough."

Arya could feel her face burn with embarrassment. She looked around the café to make sure no one could hear what they were talking about. She would be absolutely livid if she knew the other patrons could hear what they were discussing. "Can we talk about something else please?"

"Nope. Like I said I'm living through you. My sex life, if you could even call it that is one of absolute discomfort. I'd like to think that at least one of us is being satisfied. So how was he as your first?"

Finally giving into her sisters demands Arya sucked in a deep breath and opened up. "It hurt which was expected you know due to his…size, but it felt good. It was like feeling full when you never knew you were empty, plus he was good at the other things that led up to that moment as well."

"Hmmm sounds interesting. Elaborate on these other things please."

"Umm well let's just say he is good with his hands and that he has quite a talented tongue too."

"Bloody hell I'm jealous. Every time Joff goes down on me it feels like someone is rubbing sandpaper against my poor va-jayjay."

"Way too much information sis."

"How do you think I feel? I'm the poor sod who has to put up with it and pretend I'm enjoying it. He is so up himself that he doesn't even realise he can't make me wet."

"So then how does he get it in?"

"Lube. I'm sure you don't have that problem with Gendry though do you?"

"No not really. He's just so fucking hot Sans, and when he gets those fuck me eyes of his it drives me crazy."

"Fuck me eyes?"

"Yea like the blue in them changes. They go darker and it's like they see right into my soul. It's so fucking intense and as soon as I see him like that I just want to jump him."

"Sandor had eyes like those. Not blue obviously but grey. I kissed him once." Sansa brought the tips of her fingers to her lips and rolled them as if savouring the taste of Sandor on them.

"Fuck off! You kissed Sandor?"

"Yes and it was…perfect. He was surprisingly gentle for someone of his size and I liked the way his beard pricked my skin. It happened after Joffrey had gotten a bit carried away. I don't know how it happened exactly. One moment I was in tears over what Joff did and the next I was yelling at Sandor then his lips were on mine and well I kissed back."

Arya stared at her sister her grey eyes wide in shock. "Did you do anything else besides kiss?"

"No we didn't but if we did I'd imagine I wouldn't be able to walk for a couple of days," she laughed. "I mean Gendry is big but Sandor is monstrous!" The two girls were interrupted as the alarm on Sansa's phone went off. "Shit, it's time for me to go. Joff and Cersei will be back at his apartment in an hour so I should head back and continue to play the doting fiancé," she rolled her eyes. "Thanks for coming out and going to all the effort of disguising yourself, it was good to have a real talk with someone. I've missed it."

"Anytime…it was fun. I never thought we'd ever be the type of sisters to talk about girly things," she wrinkled her nose.

"Well we are girls and you have a man now so it's only natural. I just hope the Lannisters slip up soon because it's getting so hard being away from everyone."

"Me too. I don't like you being there with them. Just look after yourself ok and call me if you run into any trouble." Sansa nodded and the two embraced before Sansa left and jumped into a taxi. She waited a few minutes until she could no longer see it and walked over to where Gendry was sitting. She burst out laughing at the sight of him. He must have ordered a frothy coffee like a cuppachino because there were bits of milk in his moustache.

"What?" he said defensively.

"You have milk in your mo." He brought his hand up to wipe the substance off.

"I was wondering why the waitress was looking at me weird. So how did your chat go? You guys looked like you were having a good time."

"Yea we did. We talked about your talented fingers, tongue and cock she thought. She just told me about how much she misses having someone to talk to. She really misses Sandor."

"Did she say anything about Joff or Cersei?"

"Yea but not much. She still doesn't have the information she needs, so I guess we keep playing the waiting game until then."

"And what about getting to Sandor?"

"I'm still trying to figure that out. I mean it all sounded good in my head but actually putting into practice is a little more difficult. They make it look easy in movies," she sighed.

"Oh you look so cute when you pout," he teased.

"Shut-up Baratheon."

"And you're even cuter when you're angry."

"Well you just look stupid, especially now that your moustache is half hanging off your face," she chuckled.

"Bloody hell Ar, how long has it been like that for?"

"For the last 10 minutes or so," she shrugged.

"Why didn't you tell me sooner?"

"Because you looked so cute with half a mo," she said mockingly.

"You can be a real cow when you want to you know?"

"Well then I guess that makes us perfect for one another. Me being a cow and you a bull and all."

Gendry just smiled a toothy grin at her and shook his head. "How can someone so tiny be such a huge pain in the arse?"

She felt her pocket vibrate and pulled out her phone. "Gah it's Marge, I should get this I've kind of been avoiding her for the last couple of weeks," she told Gendry.

"Hey Mar-"

"Oh my fucking God Arya Stark why the hell didn't you tell me you and fucking Gendry Baratheon were a thing?" Margery cut in.

"Umm…I've just been busy sorry…with family stuff."

"It's been two weeks since my party Ar and you couldn't even send a quick text to tell me?" Margery sounded hurt and it made Arya feel guilty for forgetting about her friend. It's not like she meant to but with everything that had happened time just flew by and her mind had been preoccupied with other more demanding issues.

"Yea I know I'm sorry I'll make it up to you I promise."

"How about in half an hour?"

"How about what in half an hour?"

"How about you make it up to me in half an hour? I'm not far from your place and I can pick you up so you can tell me everything and I mean everything. I want to know about every little vein on that giant dick of his."

"Marge!" she choked out completely caught off guard. What the hell was with girls wanting to know about Gendry and his penis? Gendry looked at her quizzically obviously wanting an explanation as to why her face was all of a sudden red as a beet. "Fine but can you make it an hour, I'm with Gen at the moment."

"Oh how cute! You already have nicknames so totes excited for this catch up babe, see you in an hour you little minx."

"See you in an hour." She hung up and looked at Gendry who still had that questioning look on his face. "I need to get back home, Marge is going to pick me up in an hour so we can talk about your dick."

Gendry all but spat the coffee in his mouth all over the table causing his moustache to fall off completely. "What?"

She couldn't help but laugh at his expense as she saw his face redden. "For some reason everyone wants details on your err…friend below."

"What do you mean everyone? Oh gods don't tell me you and Sansa talked about my…my thing!"

"Maybe" she said biting her lip. "Why are you so embarrassed? Aren't guys supposed to love having girls talk about them in that way?"

"No! I don't know what kind of guys you've hung out with but I don't want my girlfriend and her friends let alone sister talking about my…cock," he said the last word quietly.

"Nobody worthy of me talking about obviously," she replied. "Anyways, we better get going, we can continue this conversation later at your place tonight, I miss that thing of yours and I have a feeling talking about it all afternoon is going to make me randy as fuck."

Gendry looked at her wide eyed with his mouth hanging open. She was feeling bold for some reason and loved finding new ways to shock him. Maybe Marge could give her some other ideas of how to keep Gendry guessing.

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