[A/N]: This is for Kelpie169 who suggested I write Gendry as a sexy chef. I'm not going to lie this one kinda got away from me and is a lot longer than I wanted it to be. What can I say a girl gets carried away. Enjoy lovlies :)

She tapped anxiously at the screen of her phone. Refreshing the newsfeed for her profile page every few minutes in an attempt to keep her hands busy while she waited for her sister to arrive. It was usually Sansa who was prim and proper always arriving at least fifteen minutes early, yet somehow with only five minutes to spare before the class started it was Arya who was waiting. She grumbled with frustration and searched her contacts list for her sisters' number. She dialled and listened as it once again went straight to voicemail. She huffed and hung up, not bothering to leave another message. She reluctantly headed into the building where the cooking class was being held. Their mother had thought it would be a good idea if the girls knew how to cook good nutritional meals for themselves now they were flying the coop and making lives of their own. Arya didn't really see the value, she knew how to cook well enough. Sansa on the other hand had beamed at the idea much to Arya's dismay, yet the red-head was nowhere to be seen.

She picked out the piece of paper she stuffed in her jeans and read where the location of the class was. "Level 3, Room 302" she mumbled to herself and strolled to the elevators. There was no-one else in the lift which she was thankful for, but when she found herself in the room where the class was to be held, she noticed that there were only two work stations set up. Great, she thought, mum wasn't kidding when she said they were small intimate classes. The chef taking the class was nowhere to be found so she made herself comfortable and slumped down in front of one of the benches. She felt her pocket vibrate and pulled out the phone that had Sansa's name flashing across the screen. "Where the seven hells are you?" she hissed.

"I'm so sorry sis I'm not going to be able to make it," she giggled. Arya could hear a man's deep voice whispering something to Sansa and fumed as she realised it was Sandor.

"OH MY FUCKING GOD SANS ARE YOU FOOLING AROUND WITH SANDOR!" she berated.

"Don't be like that Arya, I haven't seen him in months and well I'm sure you can show me whatever you learn at the class," she offered. "We're sisters and you know I'd do it for you so please don't tell mum, you know how she feels about him."

She should have been angry that Sansa was pulling the sister card on her but she couldn't blame her for wanting to spend time with her boyfriend. Sandor was actually a pretty nice guy once you looked past his burns and blunt nature. Plus he made Sansa happy and was the one who beat the shit out of Joffrey when he tried to get rough with her sister. "Fine," she huffed. "But you owe me big time ok?"

"Yea I promise, whatever you want, thanks sis and have fun."

Arya rolled her eyes. "As if that's going to happen." She hung up and looked around to see the back of the chef in front of her. He must have snuck in while she was on the phone to Sansa. He was tall. Not as tall as Sandor but still friggin tall nonetheless. His hair was cropped short and was a deep black colour. Something in the back of her mind was gnawing at her. She couldn't help but feel like she knew the man. When he turned around she felt her stomach do somersaults. His eyes were fixed on hers and widened with shock.

"Arry?" he exclaimed.

"Gendry?" she replied just as confused. "What the hell are you doing here?"

"I work here! What are you doing here?"

"Well I'm learning to cook obviously," she said annoyed. She had met Gendry a few weeks ago. And by met, the two hooked up after a night out. She wasn't really the type to go and have random hook-ups but he was so damn sexy and she was way too drunk so naturally they fell into bed together. She felt her face start to warm as memories of the night flashed in her mind. The way his muscles tensed under her touch and the feel of his calloused hands against her skin. It sent a shock straight to her sex causing her to rub her thighs together to try and ease her need.

He ran one of his hands through his raven black hair and she couldn't help but look him up and down. An action that didn't go un-noticed on his part. "You just disappeared," he said deflated. "We had such a good night and I woke up to an empty bed!" his voice slightly raised. "I mean it was good wasn't it?" he asked sheepishly.

"Of course it was good, it was brilliant in fact…I just didn't want it to be awkward in the morning. I thought I was doing you a favour."

"A favour? Why would that be doing me a favour?"

"Because you wouldn't have to get rid of me. I mean that's what usually happens with one night stands right? The guy tries to dodge the bomb the next day?"

"Bomb?" his brows furrowing. "What the fuck are you on about Arry?"

"Yes bomb! You know a complete minga? Oh Gods I can't believe this is happening to me," she buried her face in her hands.

He laughed at her and grinned, revealing that sexy as fuck smile of his. "You're far from a minga Arry. Whoever told you that must have some seriously high expectations."

"Or you just have low ones," she blurted.

He frowned at her and stalked towards her so they were only inches apart. She took in a deep breath, his blue eyes bored into her and made her feel even smaller than she already was. "I happen to think you're sexy as hell and I don't make a habit of taking home random girls. You however made me break that rule, only to leave me feeling like a complete git when I woke up alone."

She couldn't help the smile that crept on her face, or the blush she knew was growing. She had to turn away from him, the intensity of his stare making her want to jump him right there and then. "Sorry I didn't think you were interested," she bit her lip. "How about we start over?"

He nodded, "I'd like that."

"Arya Stark," she said jutting her hand out.

He raised an eyebrow. "Gendry Waters," he replied before turning her hand so her palm was faced downwards and giving it a chaste kiss. "It's lovely to meet you Arya Stark." He made sure to emphasise her name, now that he knew Arry was only an alias. "Well since it looks like it'll just be the two of us shall we start?"

"Start…what?" she stammered.

He leaned into her, placing one of his hands on her knee and whispered "Cooking."

Her breath caught in her throat at the slight contact and she saw the blue in his eyes darken. "Umm…sure," she managed to croak out.

"You'll need to take off your jacket and scarf and put this on," he threw an apron at her. "You can hang your stuff on the hooks near the entrance." She removed the heavy clothing, leaving her in a tight green V-neck sweater. She saw his eyes go straight to her chest and made a note to thank Sansa for buying it for her.

After tying on her apron she moved to stand beside him. "So what are we making?"

"Pasta from scratch," he grinned. "Nothing out of a packet or bottle. But first you need to wash your hands," he gestured to the basin. She rolled her eyes and did as she was told. When she returned she saw that he had sprawled some ingredients on the opposite side of him. "You'll be working over there," he pointed. "So I can watch your technique," he added. "Normally we'd be on completely different work benches but since it's just us I thought you wouldn't mind."

"Whatever you say Chef Gendry," she said cheekily.

"So we'll start off with the pasta itself. It can get a bit messy but trust me when I say that once you've mastered this you'll never want to go back to that store bought shit."

"We'll see."

"So you've got a recipe sheet there in front of you to follow for when you try this at home but to make things easier I've measured everything out for you already."

"Kinda defeats the purpose of a cooking class if you're going to cut corners like that," she joked.

"Just shut-up and follow my lead," he countered.

"Do you talk to all your students like that?"

"No just the small ones that seem to be a pain in my arse," he mused.

She stuck her tongue out at him. "Now this is more of a common sense check but always make sure you're working on a clean surface. You don't want to end up with food poisoning."

"What wonderful advice."

"You won't think you're so smart when you end up with salmonella because you didn't take my wonderful advice. Now pour that bowl of flour in a mound on the bench." She did as she was told, listening intently to every word but acting as if she wasn't. "You need to make a well in the centre like this," she watched what his fingers were doing and it only transported her back to that night three weeks ago. Get your shit together Stark! "And crack four eggs in the middle." She proceeded to crack the eggs, making more of a mess then him. "Use a fork to gently whisk the eggs and use your other hand to secure the outer walls of the flour. Continue whisking, gradually drawing in the flour as you go until the dough becomes thick."

Her arm was getting a little sore from the whisking but she was enjoying it. When the dough finally started to take shape she couldn't help but feel a little proud. "That looks good. Now use your hands to bring the dough together. Knead it until it's smooth and elastic. A good way of checking is to press it with the tip of your finger. If it springs back then it's ready." She watched as the muscles in his arms pulsated when he kneaded the dough. She thought his crisp white shirt would tear if he kept going the way he did. "Now we need to shape it into a disc and just sprinkle a bit of flour on top to lightly coat it. Once that's done we just wrap it in plastic wrap and allow it to rest for 30 minutes." He walked over to a cabinet, stretching to grab the plastic wrap on the high shelf. His shirt rode up slightly and she had a perfect view of his lean and perfectly sculpted abs.

"For fucks sake," she growled quietly.

"Sorry did you say something?" he turned facing her.

"Ah no nothing just talking to myself."

He made his way back to her plastic wrap in hand. They wrapped up their bundles of dough and set it aside. "So now what? Are we going to-"

She was cut off when his mouth captured hers. His strong hands wound their way around her hips pulling her up so she sat on the bench top. The bits of flour that remained on the counter now coated her jeans but she didn't care. His tongue prodded in and out of her mouth and she couldn't help the moans she made at the sensation. Her arms gripped the back of his neck, deepening the kiss so she could taste all of him. When they finally broke apart her chest was heaving, her lungs pumping at a frenzied pace for air. "Where did that come from?" she panted.

"Are you serious? You've been eye fucking me this whole time and that jumper…are you trying to torture me with that?" he grunted as he let his hands slide down her side.

"Me torturing you! Have you seen what you look like? I mean your arms are like…wow and then your shirt rode up and I saw your abs again…Gods Gendry do you have any idea how hot you are?"

He blushed at the compliment then moved his hands back up to her face. "All I care about is how hot you are and you are the hottest fucking thing I've ever seen," he shot back.

It was her turn to blush. There wasn't much time for modesty as he let his thumb run over her lips before leaning in and pressing his mouth to hers. His tongue coaxed its way in and explored the warm cavern. Her hands weaved into his thick black hair while his rested on her hips, pulling her in closer so his arousal sat pressed up against her heat. She canted her hips upwards, rubbing against him and making his hold on her tighten. He began trailing kisses down her jaw until he reached the spot behind her ear he remembered her loving. She made this adorable mewling sound when he let his tongue glide over the sensitive flesh. "I love the sounds you make for me," he teased as his kisses got lower. One of his hands found the bottom of her jumper, lifting it slowly. She raised her hands over her head so he could rip it off her completely, leaving her in nothing but a purple lacy bra. "Gods you're beautiful," he breathed. He let a solitary finger run down between her breasts, groaning as it made its way to the top of her jeans.

Her eyes were heavy lidded and she was surprised she was able to mumble a coherent sentence. "What if someone walks in?" she croaked.

"Well then they'll get a nice surprise," he grinned slowly undoing the button to her jeans. "You aren't nervous are you?" he said playfully, pulling down the zipper. She bit her lip and shook her head grabbing his hand and slipping it into her underwear.

"Never," she said huskily.

He let out a low grumble as he felt her wet folds encase his fingers. She was already so slick for him and he relished the little whimpers she let fall from her lips. His finger drove into her leisurely at first then quickened as he felt her rock against him. He added another finger and brought his free hand to knead at her left breast. He could feel her nipple spring to life at the gesture and hastily unhooked the back of her bra to free her breasts. She laughed at his impatience and helped him along, by slinking her arms out of the straps. The two perfect mounds of flesh bounced freely instantly causing him to latch on to her right nipple. His tongue swirled on the pink peaks, licking, sucking and biting until it was fully erect. She threw her head back and dug her nails into his shirt. She desperately wanted to tear it off his body and see that rippling chest of his but she was surprisingly more aroused by the notion of him fucking her in his work uniform. Good chefs were supposed to keep their chef whites clean at all times and she wanted to see how good he really was. To see if he could keep that crisp white shirt of his unmarked.

"Pants…now," he huffed.

"What?"

"Pants…off…now," he repeated. She shimmied out of the jeans, pulling the matching purple panties with them. It felt strange for her to be completely nude and him still fully clothed but it excited her nonetheless. He began to unbuckle his pants and let them drop to his ankles. With deft fingers she shoved his briefs down letting his cock jut out with pride. It was bigger than she remembered and she could already see the beads of pre-cum pool at the tip.

"Someone's a little excited to see me," she mused stroking the tip with her finger. He started to unbutton his shirt but she stopped him. "No leave it on," she smiled. "Let's see if you can fuck me without making a mess," she challenged.

"As milady wishes," he replied stroking her entrance with the head of his cock. She was still soaking and he easily pushed his way into her tight walls. Their hips were smacking against each other, her hair flying loose from her braid and their breaths coming out in short urgent spurts. He pushed away one of the unruly locks and crashed his mouth on to hers. One of his hands gripped her hip and the other cradled the back of her neck. His tongue dipped in and out of her hot little mouth. She managed to wrap her legs around him, pulling him in closer and meeting him thrust for thrust. Her body was coated in a light sweat and he could feel her pert breasts smash into his chest. She pulled her mouth away from his and started sucking on the skin of his collarbone, causing him to groan in response. "Fuck…fuck…fuck," he hissed in pleasure at the sensation.

He moved the hand that had once been firmly placed behind her neck to her nub. Flicking it and making her cry out. "Shit!" she screamed as he started to rub at her clit feverishly. It was all getting too much and she had to close her eyes to try and control her need to release.

"Open your eyes," he ordered in a hoarse voice. She snapped them open and stared into the intense blue watching her. "You're so fucking gorgeous," he breathed looking directly into her eyes. She lost all sense of restraint at those words and came apart with a shudder. He followed soon after, grunting her name as he spilled into her. Her body went limp and she slumped forward resting her head on his shoulder.

"I didn't know cooking could be that fun," she giggled.

He pulled back and smiled at her. "Only with you," he grinned. "We should do this more often," he offered.

"Cook or fuck?"

"Both," he said simply. "I like you and I'd like to see you again…properly."

"Properly?" she questioned.

"Yea properly, like go out on a proper date." His face started to redden and she had to bite back a laugh.

"Really? Well…ummm yea I'd like that too," she replied.

"Cool," he beamed. His eyes shot back down to her naked form and she couldn't help but laugh at him.

"I should probably put my clothes back on. I doubt this is very sanitary."

"Well we still have ten minutes before the dough is ready," he smirked. She cocked her eyebrow and pulled him down by the collar and they repeated their previous actions for the rest of the night.

So what did you think? I know lots of modern stuff coming out at the moment but need to get my mind of the show!