[A/N]: This is for Veridissima and weasleypatronus. Thanks for the prompts and I hope I've done an ok job for you guys. Once again modern AU setting. It's the traditional Monday night dinner with the Starks but Catelyn has asked for everyone to dress up. Arya sees Gendry in a suit for the first time and let's just say she there's some awkward sexual tension, especially with her family around.

She was doing her best to listen to the conversations going on around her. Trying to appear as if she was enthralled by why Rickon thought Xbox was better than Playstation or how Sansa was irritated at her best friend Margery for getting the same haircut as her. She agreed that she preferred playing the Xbox over the Playstation but couldn't really see what the big deal was about the whole hair issue Sansa was having. Shouldn't she feel chuffed that Margery liked her style enough to copy it? Plus it wasn't like Sansa was the first person ever to get bangs. She glanced a sideways look to the man sitting across from her, his intense blue eyes finding her sterling grey. Bastard, she thought to herself as she quickly turned away but not before seeing the smirk on his face. For some stupid reason her mum wanted their typical Monday dinners to be themed this week. All the men had to suit up and the girls wear dresses much to Arya's displeasure.

When she saw Gendry come out in a black fitted suit with a skinny black tie she felt her throat close up and mouth go dry. She was never into guys who dressed like that, always preferring Gendry in his casual wear or grease ridden uniform. But seeing him with his hair properly styled, face clean shaven and attire perfectly matched she felt like she had, had the wind knocked out of her. He looked sharp and sophisticated. The type of man all girls gushed about and had posters of on their walls. Her body reacted instantly, a spark reaching her sex and already making her want to tear that damn thing off him.

And now here they were. Her trying her hardest to ignore the familiar burn in her centre and he looking sexy as fuck as always. The suit not only accentuated his god like form but it also drew her eye to his crotch. It was as if there was a neon light flashing in that vicinity and she had to stop herself from leering like some sex obsessed predator. She felt someone nudge her foot from under the table and snapped her head back to face the blue eyed, black haired man staring at her. "Stop it," she mouthed trying not to get lost in those deep pools of blue. The arrogant prick only smiled wider, flashing those pearly whites of his. Gods he is gorgeous, she groaned internally.

"What would you do?" Sansa said looking at her expectantly.

"Umm…sorry I missed that," she stammered.

"I said what would you do if you were in my position? I mean should I say something to her or just leave it?"

"I don't really know," she shrugged. "Is it worth getting into a fight over?"

Sansa thought about her response before shaking her head. "No I suppose it's not," she sighed. She felt Sansa lean in closer. "Gendry cleans up nicely doesn't he?" she whispered. "He looks like he's just stepped out of a magazine," she giggled.

"I guess if you're into that kinda thing," she waved off.

"Oh c'mon Ar I know you like the rugged type but your man does look good in a suit even you can't deny that. Plus don't think I haven't noticed the way you've been subtly eye fucking him from across the table," she mused. "You're lucky our brothers are clueless and that mum and dad think you're still young and innocent."

"I have not been eye fucking him," she hissed.

"Whatever."

Sansa turned from her, now talking about the latest episode of Revenge with their sister in law Jeyne. Turning to the other side of her she saw that Rickon and Bran were having a disagreement about some game she's never heard about. To avoid looking straight ahead she excused herself and headed to the bathroom. Why the hell was she feeling like this? They lived together for fucks sake and they had shagged more than enough times that he shouldn't have this effect on her still. She gave herself a few minutes before venturing back out. She rounded the corner but found herself trapped by the very person she was trying to avoid. "What are you doing here?" she grumbled.

"I was worried," he replied easily. "Have I done something?" He asked concerned. "Because you keep ignoring me," he finished.

"I've got a headache," she lied. "And I'm not ignoring you."

"Yes you are, you can hardly look at me," he challenged. "Is it because of the suit," he questioned.

"What!? No of course not. Why would your suit have anything to do with it?" She dropped her gaze to her feet feeling her face flush.

"I look stupid don't I?" he huffed. "I knew I would, these things are just do damned uncomfortable," he was pulling at his tie. "And it's so tight! I feel like if I bend over I'm going to split my pants."

Her eyes shot up at him. "Don't be an idiot you look…you look nice."

"You don't have to lie Ar, I can take it," he chuckled.

"No I'm serious Gen, you look…amazing," she breathed her eyes flicking to his crotch momentarily.

He cocked an eyebrow at her. "Amazing huh?" he grinned.

"Oh shut up," she said punching him in the arm. He caught her wrist and pulled her into him, letting one of his hands travel down to the small of her back. She was wearing a green backless dress that reached her knees. It hugged her curves in all the right places, making her feel truly feminine.

He leaned into her, his clean shaven jaw brushing up against the side of her face as he whispered into her ear. "You know…you don't look so bad yourself milady." His lips skimmed her earlobe, sending shivers through her body and his hand slipped further down to grasp at one of her cheeks. She could feel his length rest on the top of her thigh and gasped at the contact. Gods she would have fucked him right there and then if her family wasn't in the other room. He pulled away, giving her a small peck on her lips and leaving her to support herself on shaky knees.

She watched as his retreating form made its way back to the dining room. Her eyes lingering on the outline of his toned arse. He looked over his shoulder winking at her as she was caught checking him out. She took in a couple of deep breaths before following him and sitting back down with the others. Sansa gave her a knowing look which she returned by raising her middle finger to push a strand of hair off her forehead.

"Arya why is your face so red?" Rickon all but shouted. The table fell silent and all eyes focused on her.

"I'm not red!" she countered quickly.

"Actually sweetling you're colouring is looking a little off are you ok?" her mother cooed. Sansa snorted, something very unbecoming of her but recovered by pretending to cough.

"Yes I'm fine, just a little…hot is all." She felt Gendry's leg run up her calf and proceeded to kick him in response. Her cool grey eyes sought his playful blue and shot him a warning look.

"It's getting redder!" Rickon exclaimed, completely oblivious to her discomfort.

"Gods Arya, you look like you had a fight with a tanning bed, and the tanning bed won," Robb joked thinking he was hilarious. Jeyne just shook her head embarrassed by her husband's lame joke. This night was taking a turn for the worse and she couldn't stop herself from being both angry at everyone and aroused by Gendry and the way his eyes were undressing her.

"Can you all please drop it, your staring isn't really helping," she snapped.

"Ok, ok everyone leave your sister alone," her father spoke up. "The food will be coming out shortly and your mother has been working hard for most of the day to get this done."

She was thankful when the food was brought out. There was a huge leg of lamb roast dropped on the table, along with a tray of baked vegetables, mashed potato and three different kinds of salads. Her stomach grumbled as the aroma filled her nostrils and her mouth started to water. Her mum hadn't cooked a home cooked meal in years and it brought back a rush of memories of when they were kids and this was the norm. They all helped themselves, Arya piling on twice as much on her plate than Sansa.

"It's not fair that you stay so tiny even after eating all that," Sansa said motioning to her plate. Arya just shrugged and kept shovelling the food into her mouth. Everyone else seemed to lose interest in her, the only sound echoing was the scraping of cutlery on the plates. She had just stuffed a large spoonful of mashed potato in her mouth when she felt Gendry's leg creep back up hers. This time however instead of resting on her calf it etched its way up higher until it was stroking the skin in-between her thighs. She almost choked, Sansa slapping her hard on the back. "Slow down Arya," she chastised.

Arya reached for a drink, sculling it to clear her throat. "Thanks," she croaked. She glared at Gendry who kept eating as if nothing had happened. She knew her face was beet red again and as if on cue, Rickon once again happily pointed that out.

"You'd be red in the face too if you almost choked," Gendry chimed in. She knew he was only trying to be nice but that just infuriated her further. He was the reason for her choking and for her stupid face flushing like a bloody teenaged girl. Without thinking she picked up her spoon and heaped a large spoonful of mashed potato on it. Jon had said something to Gendry so his attention was elsewhere. Grinning, she flung the food at him, hitting him on the side of his cheek. The look of shock on his face and the loud gasps that wrung through the room brought her back to reality. Gendry raised his right hand and picked at the mess on his face. She expected him to be angry. For him to rage at her or leave the table in a fit of fury. But he didn't. He just looked at the clump of potato in his hand and grinned. He picked up a piece of meat and before she knew it, he hurled it towards her smacking her on her forehead.

It was her turn to be shocked. She peeled the meat off and burst out laughing. Soon a chorus of laughter filled the room and their home cooked meal was being lobbed around the table. Even her parents were getting involved, her mother smearing potato in her dads face and him tipping salad in her hair. Gendry moved from his position on the table and stalked towards her with a plate of food in hand. "No, don't you dare," she growled as he got closer.

"Oh don't be such a sook babe," he teased.

She tried to get away from him, but he was surprisingly stealthy and managed to wind his arms around her waist before dunking the plate on her head. Normally she would be angry but she was bursting with laughter and seeing her hunky boyfriend grinning at her like she was the only thing that mattered only elevated that feeling. He leaned in and kissed her, ignoring the wolf whistles from her brothers. She pulled away from him, resting their food ridden foreheads against each other and grinning hopelessly.

"Ok everyone I think we've had enough excitement for one night," her mother called out. Everyone agreed and did their best to help clean up but she waved them off. "I'll get the cleaners to come in and do a proper job in the morning," she assured.

They all said their goodbyes and she and Gendry walked towards his car hand in hand. "So that was interesting," he stated breaking the silence.

"Yea, it was fun," she beamed. "But I'm still mad at you."

"For what? You're the one who started the food fight."

"Not for that you idiot, for what you did under the table and everything else that led up to that."

"What can I say," he shrugged. "I hardly ever see you all dressed up and I couldn't help myself. Plus you kept giving me that look."

"What look?"

"That, I want to fuck you right now look."

"Oh," she blushed. "I couldn't help it!" she protested. "I never thought you'd look so…so fucking hot in a suit that's all."

He leaned into her, pushing her against his car door. "So do I still look fucking hot milady? Even with potato and salad all over me?"

She bit her lip and pulled at his tie so their faces were only inches apart. "I think it might make you even sexier," she replied before crashing her lips against his. "But as hot as you are in a suit, I much prefer you in nothing," she murmured. "So let's go home, I've been dying to rip that off you."

"As milady commands."

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