[A/N]: Thanks to those who left reviews and who have followed and favourite this! This chapter is answering a prompt a guest left about Arya or Gendry comforting the other. I'm working on the other prompt left about sexy times with an oiled up Gendry so keep a look out fellow smut monsters :)

Her grip on the steering wheel tightened making her knuckles turn white. "C'mon, c'mon," she said to no-one but herself. It seemed that whenever she was in a hurry to get somewhere she would encounter every red light or find herself behind a driver who was intent on remaining at least 10km's under the speed limit. "Fucking finally!" she yelled when the red light turned green. She pushed down on the accelerator, swiftly changing gears so she could reach her destination. A few moments later, although it felt like hours to her, she pulled into the car park of her best friends apartment complex. Yanking her keys out of the ignition, she slammed the door shut and pressed the lock button on her keys.

She ran up the three flights of stairs until she reached the front door of his apartment. Pausing she took a moment to catch her breath before lightly knocking. She could hear shuffling from the other side and when it was retched open she could see a dishevelled Gendry standing before her. "Hey," she offered. He stared at her blankly, his usually bright blue eyes now a dull colour. He left the door open and walked back into the unit, leaving Arya to trail behind. She looked around and the sight shocked her. The normally pristine room was a total mess. There were cans of empty beer strewn across the floor and cartons of take away food sprawled sporadically. There was a foul stench lingering in the air as well and Arya immediately made her way to the window to try and alleviate the smell.

She turned around to see Gendry sitting on the couch, beer in hand and that solemn look painted on his face. Taking in a deep breath she headed towards him and knelt down so she was blocking his view of the TV. "You look like shit Waters," she joked. "No offence," trying to break the ice. He just shrugged and continued to sip his beer in silence, not even bothering to look her in the eyes. "Fine," she huffed. "Just sit around and mope." Shaking her head she made a move to stand up and leave but he grabbed hold of her wrist stopping her in her tracks.

"Don't," he said in a whisper. He looked up then, his eyes swimming in tears. She was able to take a good look at him now and she could tell he was still hurting. There were large bags under his eyes and his face looked pale like he hadn't been out in the sun for weeks. In truth he probably hadn't. it had been about two weeks ago that she had stood by his side and watched as his mother's coffin was lowered into the ground. She had expected him to breakdown but all he did was withdraw from her. He didn't shed a single tear and every time she tried to reach out to him he would pull away. But now she could see the pain evident in his eyes. "I'm sorry," he mumbled letting go of her wrist.

She took one of his hands in hers and smiled at him. "Don't be stupid Gen, you have nothing to be sorry about." He nodded and she watched as the tears fell freely down his cheeks. To see her usually strong friend falter like this tugged at something in her and before she knew it she felt herself breakdown alongside him. Memories of Gendry's mum flooded her mind. All the times she would tease Gendry along with her and how she always made Arya feel like she was family, when her own mother looked at her with disdain at times. She was a good woman and didn't deserve to suffer the way she did. She felt calloused hands rub at her cheeks and realised that Gendry was watching her intently, doing his best to wipe away her tears. She had thought to come here to comfort him but he wouldn't be Gendry if he didn't surprise her by turning the tables and being the one to comfort her.

"I don't like it when you cry," he said tenderly.

Her breath caught when she saw the intensity in his sapphire eyes and she could feel her face flush. He was so close to her and looking at her in a way that she recognised her brother Jon look at his wife Yigrette. It was the look her father gave her mother, that her brother Robb gave Dany. He had given her this look before when they had drunk too much alcohol but nothing ever eventuated and they would go back to just being Arya and Gendry. But things were different now, something had changed and before she had time to register what was going on he leaned in and lightly pressed his lips against hers. She was stunned for a moment and when she felt him begin to pull away she grabbed a fist full of his shirt, pulling him closer to deepen the kiss.

His tongue pried open her lips and she welcomed him, opening her mouth to let his tongue dance with hers. His hands found their way to her hips and in one swift movement he lifted her small form from the ground so she was nestled in his lap. When they finally broke apart for air the look of lust in his eyes sent a tingly feeling to her sex. He licked his lips as if savouring the taste of her on him and breathed in heavily before resting his forehead on hers. "I've wanted to do that for so long," he confessed. She closed her eyes briefly trying to calm the feelings coursing through her body.

"Why didn't you?"

"Because I didn't think…I didn't think you saw me that way," he paused. "Your past boyfriends have all been…intimidating."

She cocked her left eyebrow at him, clearly amused. "Ned and Aegon are hardly intimidating."

"Maybe not physically…but your mum approves of them and they come from good families."

She laughed at him. "Good families? Ned's mum has a new husband every few years and Aegon's dad is a psychopath. Why do you think Dany wanted so desperately to get away from them?" He didn't look convinced and she knew she would have to try harder. "Gen, I don't care what my mum thinks. If I did I wouldn't be here right now. Plus she approved of Joffrey dating my sister and look how that turned out. I think her judge of character is seriously in question."

He smiled a little, flashing that crooked smile of his. "Your mum was an amazing woman Gendry and just because you don't come from a family my mum deems acceptable means nothing to me, I would choose yours over theirs any day."

"It still doesn't feel real," he muttered. "I keep waking each morning expecting to see her but then I come out to this," he pointed to the mess around them. "I miss her Ar, I really fucking miss her and I don't know what to do," his eyes were welling up again as he spoke. "She's always been there for me whenever I needed her. Who do I go to now? I don't know my dad and I don't have any other family."

"You have me Gen," she whispered. "I can be your family." She held him close to her, his head resting on her shoulder as he let all the emotions he was trying to hide spill from him. She ran her fingers through his hair whispering promises of how she would always be there for him. She doesn't know how long they were like that for but they both fell asleep, Arya resting on his chest with his arm around her.

She felt something tickle her face and opened her eyes wearily. Yawning she pushed herself up and found two deep pools of blue staring back at her. "What time is it?"

"I don't know, late afternoon by the looks of it," he shrugged as he continued to push strands of her wayward hair off her face. "I love you Ar," he blurted.

"Wwwhat?" she stammered.

"I said I love you Ar, like really fucking love you."

"You…you love me?" he nodded.

With that said she initiated the kiss this time around and he happily obliged. She shifted positions so she now straddled him. He leaned back into the couch bringing Arya with him and experimentally moved his hands up and down her hips. Her whole body felt warm and she found herself craving more from him. Her body took control moving on its own accord, rubbing against his already hard arousal.

"Arya," he groaned placing a firm hold on her hips to still her movements. "This feels so amazing but we can't…not here like this," he said gesturing to their surroundings. "I'm a mess and this place looks like a slum. I…I don't want our first time together to be like that." He caressed her face lovingly, pushing back the loose strands of hair that escaped her already messy braid.

She bit her lip and nodded feeling a bit stupid for losing control. "Sorry, got a bit carried away," she said sheepishly. "This place really does need a clean though, and it smells like something has died in here."

"Yea I know I guess I'm a bit of a pig without mum around," his voice straining at the mention of her.

"How about I help you clean?" He looked at her shocked and mouth agape. "What's wrong?" She asked suddenly self-conscious.

"It's just…I never thought I'd see the day when Arya Stark offered to help clean something, let alone a whole apartment," he joked.

"Hey!" she exclaimed before punching him in the arm and laughing along with him. It was good to hear a genuine laugh from him again. "Come on the sooner we get started the sooner we get rid of that awful stench."

She stood up and held out her hand to help him from his position on the couch. "Hey Ar."

"Yea."

"Thanks."

"For what?"

"For being here."

"I'll always be," she smiled. "Now stop procrastinating and help me clean."

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