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Chapter 27

Gendry

They were lying in her room, music playing in the background as she lay her head back on his chest. He was busy playing with her hair, his fingers weaving in and out of her long trusses as she hummed along to the music. "Who is this?" he asked as a means to start conversation.

"Ryan Adams," she replied her eyes flickering open to look up at him. "I really like his version of this song," she continued. "I mean Oasis still kill it, but he gives it a bit more of a soulful feel to it don't you think?" He was completely mesmerised by her lips that he didn't hear her question. She had put on a deeper shade of red than usual and it screamed kiss me to him. "Gen are you even listening to me? She shot up from her position and turned to look at him with an amused expression.

"Umm…yes," he answered.

"Hmm…really…then what did I say?" she challenged.

"Umm...you were talking about...about…how much you wanted to kiss me," he smirked.

"Did I now?" She did her signature eye-brow raise and smiled at him cheekily.

"Yep. You were like, oh Gendry I wish you would kiss the fuck out of me right now then strip me naked because these clothes are making it hard for me to breathe," he did his best to mimic the voice of a girl, but it still ended up sounding very mannish.

"I guess that does sound like something I would say," she purred back. He leaned down to give her a kiss but she stepped back and did a quick spin before slowly walking backwards to her bedroom door. She had a gleam to her eyes, and kept them steady on him as she got closer to her destination. "But then again," she began. "I can't exactly make things that easy for you now can I? I mean if you want to kiss me you're going to have to catch me first," she said before running out the door and slamming it shut.

Jumping off the bed he yanked open the bedroom door and followed the sound of her feet slapping against the floor and her laughter booming through the house. "You little shit," he cried out laughing along with her. He could see her ahead of him and when she turned back to look at him over her shoulder he saw those red lips curl up into a perfect smile. "Those little legs of yours won't get you far!" he called. They had somehow made it outside and he could hear the rumble of thunder as a storm began to blow over her family's estate. He was gaining on her, but just when she was within reach she somehow managed to increase her pace and widen the space between them.

"You need to do better than that Baratheon!"

"You're gonna fucking get it Stark!" He moved his legs faster and could feel the muscles in them burn as he pushed himself harder to reach her. Drops of rain began to hammer down on them, which only made their little game even more enjoyable. She ducked into the entrance of the Godswood and he blazed after her. It was storming now and his clothes were completely drenched. They clung to him like a second skin and he could only think about what Arya's would be doing to her. A thought that sent another jolt of excitement through him.

"It's about time you got here," she giggled, standing under one of the trees for shelter. Smiling, he marched in her direction to join her. She had her arms wrapped around herself and he could see her teeth start to chatter as a cold wind blew at them.

"Get over here," he said grabbing her by her waist and wrapping his arms around her. "You're bloody freezing Ar!"

"Not for long," she said brazenly before running from him again. He stumbled after her and found her clothes lying discarded atop a boulder. "Woo hoo," she called out. He saw her bobbing in the hot springs she told him about a while ago, steam was rising around her making her look like some forest nymph. Her hair was wet, making it look darker than usual but those lips were as red as ever, calling to him, beckoning him to take them into his own. "Care to join me?" she said amused.

It didn't take him long to strip himself down and jump into the warm water with her. The storm was still raging around them and the feeling of the cool air around him teamed with the warmth of the water only intensified the sensations coursing through his body. Wading through the liquid he swam towards her, delighted to see her usually sparkling grey eyes now clouded with lust. "If I didn't know any better, I'd think you had this all planned out," he teased.

She cocked her head to the side before continuing to swim backwards with him following close behind. She kept kicking her legs until she reached a rocky ledge and leaned back against it for leverage. "And how exactly do you think I would have planned such a storm?" she shot back.

"Hmmm…I don't know maybe you used this magical thing called Google and checked what the weather forecast would be?" he mocked.

"Don't be stupid Gendry, everyone knows those things are never right. I mean for all I know you're the one seducing me?"

"And how do you figure that?"

"Well you're the one who has been staring at my lips the whole time," she smiled mischievously. "And you're the one whose completely starkers," she added finally. She slowly pushed herself up on the ledge to reveal a matching set of black lingerie. Her bra was strapless and her underwear low cut, but she wasn't nude like he had originally thought.

"Dammit," he hissed. He had assumed that her underwear was tucked in under the pile of clothes on the boulder, which left him feeling slightly stupid. "Well that's hardly fair is it? I mean we should even the playing field."

"And how do you propose we do that," she said biting at those red lips of hers.

"The only logical answer is for you to take off that restricting material," he countered. "Or I could take it off for you if you need help," he said with a wink.

"How could anyone refuse such an offer?" She smirked back. She raised her right hand and signalled for him to approach her. She remained atop the ledge as he stood in front of her. The springs weren't deep and he could still stand comfortably, blue and grey locked on one another. He placed his hands on either side of her thighs, letting them travel to her hips before pulling her forward. Her sex was now rested on his fully erect manhood and he noticed how both seemed to forget how to breathe for a moment.

"You know you started this whole thing," his voice strained. "If you hadn't put on that new lipstick I might have stood a chance against your advances," his lips finding their way to her neck. She let out a deep sigh and tilted her head to give him full access to the sweet skin. His hands journeyed up her back and unclipped the clasps of her bra. He peeled the fabric off her tanned skin to reveal her bare breasts. Her nipples were already hard, the cold air nipping at them and instantly causing them to stiffen. Cupping one in his hands he brought his mouth up to hers and the two kissed hungrily. Their tongues swirled around one another in a dance so sweet he wished it would never end.

She pulled back from him trying to regain her breath. "Slow down there tiger, I'm not going anywhere," she chuckled.

"Sorry," he said sheepishly. "Got a bit carried away." He couldn't help it. She always overloaded his senses and made him feel things that drove him mad. She leaned down and captured his lips with hers. It was a slow kiss, tender even, something Arya hadn't really done before. Normally it was her who was impatient, always demanding more when all he wanted to do was enjoy the moment. She snaked her tongue into his eagerly awaiting mouth and he let her lead, just happy he could taste her again.

She draped her arms around him and brought her body even closer to his, the action causing Gendry to groan in response. She still had her underwear on and the friction of their two bodies rubbing together was making the need in him burn with such an extreme passion. With his free hand he tugged at the last piece of material separating their naked forms. "Need help?" she panted, canting her hips upwards so he could glide the delicate cloth down her legs.

"Thanks milady," he said with a grin, before bunching up her panties and tossing them aside. His mouth found hers again and he dropped one of his hands to the opening of her mound. She was wetter than he expected and he easily slipped a finger into her tight folds. Her head dropped back and he took the opportunity to pepper kisses down her jawline and suckle on that spot behind her ear. If it wasn't for the sound of the downpour around them he was sure her whole family would be able to hear her screams of pleasure. Drawing one of her erect nipples into his mouth, he continued to suck and lick at it before progressing to the other one. He had two of his fingers deep inside her now, relishing the sweet sounds she sung at his touch.

"Holy…baby…Jesus," she wailed as his fingers propelled themselves in and out of her moist slit. "I…fucking…love…you…Gen," she gasped. "I…fucking love you so much," she continued.

"Not as much as I fucking love you," he grunted. He removed his fingers from her sex and placed his member at her entrance. He gently eased himself into her, loving the feel of her walls encase him. She was still so tight. So unbelievably tight and it was like they were having sex for the first time all over again. They fucked slowly but deeply, their eyes remaining focused on the other. Something in her gaze shifted as he hit the spot that made her bawl out in satisfaction. Whether it was sweat or water that coated their skin he couldn't tell, but they were sliding over each other, skin slapping and hips grinding as they tried to bury themselves in the other.

Her breaths were coming out in shorter spurts and he knew she was close to reaching her peak. Making sure he was still inside her he carried her over to where a large rock wall stood. "What are you doing?" she asked dazed.

"Trying something different," he replied nonchalantly. He rested her back up on the wall and pushed her legs further apart. Keeping at their original pace he drew in and out of her. She moaned and moved along with him, rolling her hips to match his movements. It would have been a sight to see if anyone had caught them. Fucking in the rain with clouds of steam surrounding them made him feel primal. He moulded his mouth with hers, this time taking control and prodding his tongue in and out. He sucked on her tongue and brought one hand to her left breast to knead and massage it.

"Fuck…Gen," she howled. He knew she was getting close and that he himself was at breaking point. He moved the hand that was mercilessly grabbing at her breast down to where they were connected and rubbed at the bundle of nerves that always set her off. Their bodies went limp as they both reached their climax but their breathing remained unkempt. He could feel the steady beat of her heart and kissed her softly before placing her back in the water. She was cradled in his arms and he was surprised that he still had the strength to support the both of them.

She nuzzled her face into his chest and looked up at him, those lips of hers as red as ever and slightly more plump from their kissing. "You ok there?" he asked as he moved them towards the area they dumped their clothes.

"Yea, just sleepy." He kissed the top of her head and placed her feet back on the ground when it was shallow enough. The storm had slowed down but they were still soaked and their clothes hadn't dried at all during their escapade. "Shit," Arya mumbled. "Where the hell are my undies?" she said giving him a pointed look.

"Dammit, they're on the other side," he groaned. "I'll go get them," he huffed.

"No it's fine just leave them there, I'll get them another time. Nobody really uses the springs anymore anyways," she concluded.

Neither had the energy to run back to the house so they walked slowly, hand in hand the warmth of their lovemaking and the springs still surging through their bodies. They entered through the back door, pools of liquid forming at their feet from their saturated clothing. "Well aren't you two a sight indeed," a voice rung through the room. They looked up to see Ned looking at them with an amused expression. "Aren't you two a little too old to be running in the rain?"

"Umm," he started but Arya cut in.

"Don't be silly dad, one can never be too old to enjoy running in the rain. If I remember correctly, it was you who got me into the habit," she smirked.

Ned just laughed. "Well you two better get yourselves changed before your mother sees you. She will have a fit if she sees how dishevelled you look."

"Thanks dad," she said before giving him a quick kiss on the cheek.

They made their way to her room, trying to be as discreet as possible. Luckily they didn't run into anyone and they both squeezed into her shower, taking turns to wash the other's back. There was a little foreplay but they were already both so tired that neither of them were up for another shower sex session. "You know you've got your dad wrapped around your tiny fingers?" he said after they had both dressed.

"What do you mean by that?"

"It's just you could burn the bloody house down and he'd still think it was funny or cute," he shrugged.

"My dad would not find me burning down a house funny Gen," she replied her hands on her hips.

"Ok maybe that was a bit of an over exaggeration, but you know it's just he looks at you differently to the way he looks at Sansa or your brothers."

"I don't know maybe it's because I remind him of my aunt. They were pretty close and I think he likes being reminded of how fun he used to be when he was younger. Your dad wasn't the only one who changed when she died," she sighed. "I know people give my dad shit about him being too serious for his own good and caring too much about honour and all that but my dad's a cool guy. I've never seen him the way other people portray him as being. He was always the coolest person I knew," she finished.

"I didn't mean anything bad by it Ar. Everyone knows your dad is a good guy. A hell of a lot better than mine, that's for sure."

"Maybe with Cersei out of the picture your dad might find someone new?"

"I doubt it. He'll just spend the rest of his life ploughing through random women until he dies," he spat.

"I know your dad isn't exactly father of the year material, but he's your dad Gen. I mean it could be worse. You could be the product of incest like Joff," she joked.

He laughed along with her but then stopped when the meaning of what she said finally sunk in. Incest he thought. "Wait what did you say?" he asked shaking his head.

"Umm…nothing just joking," she sputtered. "So did you want to stay the night?" she asked, clearly trying to change the subject.

"Arya, what did you mean about Joffrey being a product of incest?"

"What, no I didn't say that…I mean I did but what I meant was that he acts like someone would act if they were," she said hastily.

"You're lying Ar, what aren't you telling me?"

"I'm not…I can't Gen."

"Arya we've been through this. You can trust me." She opened her mouth to speak but she was saved when they heard an urgent knock on her door.

"Who is it?" she called out shakily but clearly relieved.

"It's Jon," the response came. "Are you decent?"

"Yes we're decent, come in."

"Hey umm sorry to interrupt whatever it is you were doing but Varys is here and has something important to tell us all about the case."

She nodded. "Ok we'll be down in a sec."

Jon left them alone and Arya jumped off the bed. "We'll talk about this after yea?" he questioned.

"Umm..yea sure." They staggered down the stairs into the family room where everyone was waiting. In typical Arya and Gendry fashion they were the last ones to arrive.

"Ahh Arya it's lovely to see you again," Varys said coming over and giving her a kiss on her cheek. "And you too Gendry," he repeated the gesture to him which left him feeling a little un-nerved.

"Sorry for the impromptu meeting but I felt it best to deliver you the news in person. It seems the Lannisters have pleaded guilty to all charges laid against them," he clapped. Everyone looked at him in silence, as if they were waiting for someone to jump out and yell out only joking. "Well this certainly wasn't the reaction I was hoping for," he giggled breaking everyone out of their stupor.

"I'm sorry Varys, but did you say they pleaded guilty?" Ned queried.

"Yes Ned, they pleaded guilty. It's over. The trial is over and the Lannisters, well the ones you need to worry about are going to be behind bars for a very long time," he smiled.

"I don't understand," Ned continued, shock apparent on his face. "They were so headstrong in the courtroom and why now all of a sudden?"

"Ahh yes well that I can't reveal unfortunately but all you need to concern yourself with is that your family is safe."

"Thank you Varys." Ned stood up and grabbed the man in a bear hug. Everyone was taken aback by the gesture and Gendry swore he saw a few tears roll down Ned's face.

"No need Ned," the man said patting him on the back. "I do however have one last piece of information to share with you. Seeing as how the only Lannisters left are cousins or second cousins it seems that Tyrion is next in line to inherit everything. I've had the pleasure of meeting him and can vouch for his character. He would like to meet with you Ned and ensure that there isn't any future bad blood between your families."

"Tyrion is back?"

"Yes he only just flew in."

"I don't like it," Catelyn interrupted. "You can't trust a Lannister, especially one that was disinherited by his own family," she spat.

"I beg to differ Mrs Stark. For you see that's the very reason why you should trust him. Besides his genetic afflictions Tyrion has always been the odd one out in his family. He is probably the only Lannister who has any semblance of honour or decency," Varys countered.

Catelyn pursed her lips at the man and was about to shoot back a retort before Ned spoke. "I'll meet with him. The last time I saw him I thought him a decent enough man."

"Good I'll make the arrangements. I'll leave you all to celebrate the news and if there is anything else I can do for you please don't hesitate to contact me. It has been a pleasure representing your family and if it wasn't for the bravery of you two young ladies none of this would have come into fruition," he bowed to both Sansa and Arya. Both girls were rather surprised by the gesture and their cheeks reddened.

"Thank you again," Ned said walking out with Varys. The mood in the room was a mixture of shock, excitement and relief. He looked over at Arya and saw a small tear roll down her cheek.

"Hey, you ok?" He pulled her closer to him.

"I'm better than ok," her smile growing with each passing second. "We did it Gen, we did it. That fucker is out of our lives and won't be able to hurt anyone else again." She threw her arms around him, hugging onto him for dear life.

"I told you it would work out didn't I?"

"Yea I guess you did." He kissed the top of her head before planting a chaste kiss on her lips. "I should see Sansa," she said suddenly. He didn't get a chance to reply before the red head in question pulled her from him. He watched happily as the two sisters hugged each other fiercely. It was still a strange sight considering not too long ago they had been in the same room and Sansa had slapped Arya in the face.

"I never thought I'd see the day when those two were ever that close," a voice came up from behind him.

"Still hard to get used to, but in a good way," he replied looking at Ned.

"I didn't think I'd ever see the day where Arya was so in love with someone either," he added. "I know you are both still very young and marriage and children are still a long way away but if anyone can convince her to it would be you."

Gendry didn't know how to reply. Once again Ned Stark had left him gaping like an idiot. "Umm thanks Ned," he managed to spit out. "She does mean a lot to me and it's really hard to remember what things were like before she came into the picture. It's kinda like it's not worth remembering anything before there was Arya."

"I also didn't think I'd ever see the day where I saw someone so in love with Arya either," and with that he walked off before patting Gendry on the back.

"What did my dad say?" Arya had magically appeared by his side.

"I think he kinda just gave me his blessing to marry you and have kids with you."

"Right, well that's not happening for a while so get that out of your head. But I mean we could still practice," she winked.

"Practice getting married?"

"No you idiot," she punched him in the arm. "Practice having babies, or rather the act in which babies are made."

"Well I guess it is always good to be prepared."

So the next chapter will be the last and will be an epilogue of sorts. Sorry it feels like the end has come out of nowhere but this could just go on and on and I'm starting a new fic that I really want to get up soon. I really enjoyed writing this fic and am so glad people actually read it let alone reviewed it! So if there is anything you want to see then send me a PM or leave a review and I'll try to work it in for you xx