[A/N]: Thanks again to everyone who reviewed the last chapter. I've noticed that it didn't get as many reviews as the one before that and I'm not sure if it's because people aren't liking the direction this is heading so I'll try and make this next one more interesting (hopefully). It would really help to know what people like and don't like so I know how to change my intended story line.

Arya

It had been great catching up with Margery. She never thought she would be one to enjoy female company but there was something about the Tyrell girl that made her feel at ease and accepted. Even though her and Sansa were now finally acting like sisters, Margery had always been the one to fill the void that her auburn haired sister had left empty. "As cliché as this may sound, you actually look like you are glowing. One could say radiant even," her brunette friend teased.

Arya just rolled her eyes at her and shook her head. "You're right it is cliché and also a load of shit," she retorted.

"Oh c'mon babes I'm only playing with you, but in all seriousness you really do look different. You look really happy. Genuinely happy and it makes me happy because if it wasn't for me you wouldn't be."

"And how do you figure that?"

"Well you two hooked up at my party," she emphasised the word my, "and he was smitten by you because of the hot outfit I picked for you."

"You mean the outfit the shop assistant picked me."

"Whatever, the point is if I hadn't thrown that party the two of you wouldn't be together, so you're welcome little miss Stark."

"Fine, thank you for helping Gendry and I get together," she beamed.

"See that wasn't so hard was it?" Margery laughed. "Now I want all the details. I've always fantasised about a naked Gendry, so now you can help fill in all the blanks," she joked. "I mean you have seen him naked right?"

"What do you think?" she challenged.

Margery eyed her suspiciously before a huge smile broke out on her face. "I think you two have definitely done the deed."

Arya gently nudged her friend in the shoulder, "is it that obvious?"

"You practically reek of sex," Margery mused. "I don't blame you though and any female with eyes would do the same. You've landed yourself a pretty fit guy and it doesn't hurt that he's a Baratheon either and that he has a half a brain."

"For your information Marge, Gen and I haven't done anything apart from kiss for the last couple of weeks."

"Really? Is he that big?"

"Oh God! No it's not because of that. I mean yes he's big but not to the point that I need weeks to recover. We've just been so busy with family issues that we haven't really had the time."

"Right, well there's a positive to that."

"And what would that be?"

"The next time you guys do fuck it will feel like the most amazing thing in the world. I remember not having sex for a month and when I did, holy shit did I come! I mean you can always do it yourself if there isn't someone there to do it for you, but it's just not the same."

Arya's face reddened at Margery's nonchalant mention of masturbation. She had attempted to do it herself a couple of times, but could never muster up the courage to continue. She always felt slightly perverted and always expected someone to walk in on her in the act. "I always felt a bit stupid trying to do that, so just gave up."

Margery looked at her shocked. "You're kidding me right? How the hell have you survived the last two weeks?"

"That's just not my thing ok. I don't turn myself on so whenever I've tried I've failed miserably."

Margery tutted at her. "You still have so much to learn my young friend on the ways of the world. You don't have to be attracted to yourself to appreciate your own touch. It's all about what you are thinking about when you do it," she winked.

Arya folded her arms across her chest and leaned back against the chair she was sitting in. "Well since you're such the expert, how about you enlighten me?"

"It would be my pleasure little wolf," she smirked. "Now I have a number of things that go through my mind when I start, but it's usually of the same person. I remember having a one night stand with this hot model/actor and let me tell you, the things that man could do with his tongue," she sighed heavily.

"Ahem," Arya coughed, breaking Margery out of her trance.

"Sorry, walking down memory lane. Anyways, as I was saying, you've got to think of something that made or makes you feel good. For me it was a sexy blonde with a wicked tongue. For you it could be playing sports or that sexy boyfriend of yours. I'm betting on the latter," she smiled.

"Ok so I think about Gendry and just start touching myself?"

"God you're so impatient, just let me finish. You don't just rub yourself off. Unlike guys who get hard at just about everything, we have to work a little harder before we get ourselves wet. Most women have to fake their orgasm and sadly go through life not really knowing what one feels like."

"Well I can honestly say I haven't had that problem."

"Lucky you then. But I bet what you have experienced with Gendry won't be anywhere near as intense as what it could be if you got better acquainted with your lady bits."

"Lady bits? Really Marge, what am I twelve or something?"

"Fine, how does vagina sound?"

"Better."

"So as I was saying, in order to truly understand the needs of your body, you need to have a play. Once you have that thought in your head just let your fingers take control. You'll know what bits are more sensitive, what parts to tell Gendry to stroke the next time you guys are together."

Arya shook her head at her friend. "You still haven't sold me sorry."

"You are impossible Arya. It's like talking to a fucking brick wall here. I have a better idea of how to get you interested," she said with a mischievous glint to her brown eyes.

"Oh?"

"You may not think masturbating is sexually appealing but I know that man of yours will."

"I'm still not following."

"Guys like to watch," the older girl began. "Why do you think there is so much porn out there?"

"You want me to do it in front of Gendry?" she said exasperated.

"I'm not saying you have to, I'm just saying that it would be hot. Those baby blues of his will pop right out of his skull at the sight of you fingering yourself. I just think it would give you the encouragement you need to then be able to do it on your own when he isn't around."

Arya felt her heart rate increase slightly at the thought. "Have you done that before?"

"No, but I'll make sure to do it with my next conquest," she replied. "I might even get him to wank himself off too, so I can watch as well," she laughed.

"Gods Marge you are loose."

"No I'm actually still quiet tight for someone of my level of expertise," she mused.

Arya rolled her eyes, "way too much information."

"Sharing is caring. Now tell me, how big is his cock exactly?"

"Margery!"

"Oh don't get all shy on me now little one, we've only just started. Plus can you blame me? Gendry has been one of the hardest guys to hook up with so I've always wondered what he had between his legs."

"All you need to know is that he gets the job done and that it's mine so don't even think about it."

"I'm going to ignore that little lash out of yours and blame it on your sexual frustration."

"Sorry, can we just change the subject please."

"Fine, we won't talk about his penis anymore. Now tell me what positions have you tried?"

Her whole afternoon was spent discussing her recent sexual activity and Margery reliving every single one of hers. The Tyrell girl was certainly more experienced than her and some of her encounters left Arya speechless. When she was finally able to leave and make her way to Gendry's her friend leaned in and whispered in her ear. "If you and Gendry are ever looking to try something different, I'm happy being the third wheel." Arya looked at her startled before she felt something shoved into her hands.

"What's this?"

"Some Agent Provocateur stuff that I thought would suit you. It's crotch less," she winked.

Arya walked towards the taxi that was waiting for her in a trance like state. Had Margery just offered to take part in a threesome? No she thought. She must have misheard her. The ride to Gendry's was longer than usual. There had been some sort of accident on the road and the driver was forced to take a longer route. "Sorry miss, but it looks like everyone's going this way, it could be a while."

"That's fine, it's not your fault," she replied leaning her head against the glass. She whipped her mobile out of her pocket and sent a text to Gendry:

There's been an accident on the road so lots of traffic. Will be at yours later. See you then xx

She sighed and began looking through old messages her boyfriend had sent her to pass the time. After her talk with Margery all she wanted to do was be with him and have some proper time alone, where they could just be themselves and not think about all the shitty things that had happened. Her phone started to buzz and she saw that it was from an unknown number. It could be Sansa. She tapped the answer button and held the device to her ear. "Hello?" Nobody responded but she could hear their ragged breathing. "Hello?" she said again a little more annoyed that someone was potentially pranking her. "Look I'm going to hang up if you don't say anything," she stated.

"I don't think you're in a position to be ordering me around little bitch," the voice snarled. Her heart started pumping erratically, she knew that voice and it sent a chill through her entire body.

"What do you want?" she snapped back.

"You know exactly what I want Arya. Do you think I'm an idiot? Did you think I wouldn't notice what you and that bitch of a sister or yours were up to?"

She could feel her hands clam up at the mention of her sister. "What have you done with her?"

"Don't worry she's with me. I'm keeping a good eye on her and so is my new personal guard, the Mountain."

"The Mountain?"

"Don't worry, you'll get a chance to meet him soon enough. Now here's what's going to happen. I'm going to text you an address and you are going to meet me there in an hour. If you don't I can promise that something unfortunate will happen to Sansa."

"If you hurt her I'll fucking kill you."

"I'd like to see you try," he mocked. "And make sure you're alone, if I see that you've been followed by anyone, I'll take it out on your sister."

"Why are you doing this?"

"Haven't you heard? A Lannister always pays their debts, and I intend to pay you back for what you did to me. Nobody does that to me Arya, not even you."

"Just don't hurt her please," she begged.

"Can't promise that sorry," she could tell he was pleased with himself. "Oh and Arya, make sure you wear something pretty. I like it when you're pretty." He hung up the phone before Arya had a chance to respond and stared at the screen blankly. Did that just fucking happen?

Her head was swimming and she could feel the beginnings of a migraine form. "I need you to take me to the nearest women's clothing store," she called out to the taxi driver. The man nodded and made his way towards the closest shop he could think of. "Just wait here, I'll be back in like 15 minutes," she said urgently. She sprung to her feet and ran into the store in a blur. She tried to think of what would make her look pretty and eyed one of the mannequins on display. It was dressed in a tight fitting black dress where the hem rested only just below the buttocks. It looked trashy but she knew that would be what Joffrey wanted. She quickly ran towards the rack and searched for her size before hurrying over to the dressing rooms. She manoeuvred her way out of her clothes to try it on. "Fuck," she was wearing a white bra so would have to buy a strapless black one to wear with it. Her phone started vibrating and she saw an address flash up:

233 Kensington Drive

Be there in an hour J

Sick fuck, she thought. Putting a fucking smiley face at the end of the text. She didn't have time and would have to go without a bra. It wasn't ideal but she had to get to this place on time. She looked at her reflection. It looked good enough and hugged her in all the right places. She didn't bother to change back into her original clothes and asked the sales assistant to cut the tag for her while she paid for it. Running back to the taxi, she could feel her face was flushed. "233 Kensington Drive," she ordered.

The car began moving when her phone started ringing again. Gendry's name flashed on her screen. She was so panicked she hadn't even thought about him. "Gen," she answered clearly flustered.

"Hey what's wrong?" he asked.

"He's got her Gen, he's got Sans and he's going to hurt her if I don't meet him."

"Woah slow down, who's got Sans?"

"Joffrey!" she shrieked.

"Where are you?"

"I'm on my way to see him."

"Don't be stupid Arya, do you know what he's going to do to you if you go alone?"

"Don't call me stupid, you're the stupid one. She's my sister Gen, if I don't get there in time he'll…I don't know what he'll do?"

"Where are you going, I'll meet you there and bring your dad and Jon."

"You can't, he said I have to go alone. If he sees any of you we won't see Sansa again."

"Fine, we'll stay hidden, I promise but you can't go by yourself. If you do then we won't see either of you again."

He was right. She took in a deep breath. "He told me to go to 233 Kensington Drive, do you know where that is?"

"Yea it's only about ten minutes away from my place. There's a little diner that's just before it, can you meet me there before you go?"

"Umm yea ok but you'll have to be quick, I've only got thirty-five minutes to go. If you aren't there in fifteen I'll have to go."

"I'll get there I promise."

I wasn't actually planning on introducing Joff back so early, but I'm really lacking the motivation to keep up with this and am going to draw this to an end soon. As always reviews are welcomed and appreciated.