[A/N]: Ok so I'm a little late with this. I wasn't going to fill this prompt because I had so much stuff to do this weekend, but I actually managed to get everything done in time so here we are. I've loved AxG week, especially reading what everyone else has written so hope this becomes an annual thing. Anyways, enough of me babbling. Hope you guys enjoy my response to day 7 – Drug. As always reviews are always loved!
Gendry was never one to have problems when it came to women. With his broad shoulders, god like physique and sapphire blue eyes, girls were more than willing to throw themselves at him. It didn't hurt that he came from money either. As the heir to the Baratheon empire, Gendry had everything in life a 21 year old male could want. Everything but her.
The elusive Arya Stark had captured his heart and his entire being from just one kiss. A kiss that almost knocked the wind out of him and set his body afire. He had wanted more. Needed more, but holding true to her name, the little she-wolf had run out of his life just as quickly as she had run in. It had been years since he saw her last. The youngest Stark girl deciding to up and leave to study dance at Braavos. He had wanted to follow her but thought against it. His stubborn pride getting in the way.
He sighed taking in his surroundings. Another club, another night of partying with a bunch of people he was beginning to totally despise. He had sworn to himself that he wouldn't end up like his father, but here he was following in his footsteps. Drinking and fucking his way through life. He could imagine the look of disgust on her face if she saw him sulking like he was. Feeling sorry for himself when there were so many more people worse off than him. People who could barely feed themselves or keep themselves warm at night. And here he was complaining about how completely empty he felt even though he had everything money could buy. First world problems, he thought.
"Hi sexy," an older red headed woman called out. She was clad in a tight fitting red dress, the fabric clinging to every curve, leaving nothing to the imagination. He looked her up and down before turning away uninterested. Obviously not one to take no for an answer, she bent down in front of him, her breasts practically spilling from the low cut dress. "Melisandre," her voice seductive and her blue eyes glowing as she stuck out her hand expectantly.
"Not interested love," he said dismissively.
"Are you sure?" she pressed, leaning in closer and resting her hand on his knee. She started to move it, her fingers moving dangerously close to his crotch.
He pushed it away roughly, "yep," he replied looking her straight in the eyes. "Now unless you want to make a scene I suggest you go find someone else to show those off to," motioning to her plump tits.
Her lips thinned into a straight line and she stood up straightening herself. "Your loss," she snarled before disappearing into the crowd.
"Are you mental mate?" Theon clapped him on the back. "She was fit as fuck and those tits I could just-"
Gendry stood up effectively cutting him off. "I need some air," he said not caring whether he sounded rude. He pushed passed the throng of people, his size making it easy for him to manoeuvre his way out. The feel of the cool fresh air instantly made him feel more at ease.
"Going home so early?" a female voice teased.
He turned to see her watching him with an amused grin on her face. "Arya?" his mood instantly changing. Before she could reply he had her securely tucked within his embrace. His arms wrapping themselves around her petite figure. He could feel her chest vibrate against his, as she started to chuckle at his more than eager response.
"It's good to know someone missed me," she smiled as he finally relinquished his hold on her.
Her long dark hair and stormy grey eyes seemed to dance with mischief when he looked into them. She was as perfect as he remembered, growing more beautiful than he thought possible. Her once porcelain skin was now a light golden brown making her look even more alluring. "When did you get back?"
"This afternoon," she replied casually. "Sansa and Margery dragged me here, but I decided to sneak out before they could throw another suitor my way. I think they forgot the reason I never went out with any of 'our kind' as they so perfectly put it was because I'm not a fan of in-breeding."
He felt his chest tighten as each word felt like a stab in the gut. He was one of 'her kind,' did she see him like she saw the others? He did his best to smile but it ended up looking more like a grimace.
"Are you ok Gendry?" genuine concern taking hold of her features.
He nodded. "Yea just a bit to drink I think."
"Looks like your age is finally catching up with you. You aren't a teen anymore Baratheon," she teased. "You can't go downing shots left right and centre like the old days."
"I'm not that old," he said in a mock hurt tone. "And if I'm not mistaken my lady you'll be 21 before you know it."
She punched him in the arm, her smile growing. "That's three years away Gendry and what have I told you about calling me a lady?"
"Sorry I forgot," his hands raised in surrender. "It's just…well it's hard not to think of you as a lady when you're dressed…like that," he motioned towards her outfit.
She was wearing a green long sleeved sequence dress. It was fitted, the outline of her trim and toned body making itself known. The entire back was exposed, cut low and resting just above her bottom. The hem rested mid-thigh, her long lean legs on display for his hungry eyes. With her hair pushed to one side and cascading over her shoulder he couldn't help but think how she looked like some sort of forest nymph. Every second spent with her making him fall for her all over again. His eyes flicked down to her lips. They were a deep red colour and memories of how sweet she tasted flooded his senses.
"Whatever," she rolled her eyes. "So are you heading home then?"
"I was…but if you want company I'll stick around," he said trying to sound nonchalant.
"Are you sure you wouldn't rather go home with one of your many adoring fans," she mused, her eyes darting the group of girls who had gathered behind him. He hadn't even noticed them, too preoccupied with the gorgeous girl before him.
He laughed shaking his head. "Definitely not." He grabbed hold of her hand, "C'mon Stark let's get out of here." Adrenalin took over and before he knew it they were running. Her heels clicking and clacking behind them. He didn't know exactly where they were running to, his feet taking them down the twists and turns of Kings Landing.
"Where are we going?" she called behind him. Her voice coming out in short puffs. He glanced behind him for a moment. Her hair streaming behind her and her cheeks flushed.
"I don't know," he laughed enjoying the spontaneity of it all. They had been running for god knows how long, his hand finding comfort in hers. He heard it before he saw it. The sound of the waves crashing along the shoreline. They had come to a stop, both breathing hard and breaking into fits of laughter when their eyes caught sight of one another.
"You're crazy you know that?" she said in between breaths.
"Only when you're around," he countered, his blue eyes never leaving her grey. She broke eye contact first, glancing down to her feet and slipping off her heels.
"Fuck," she hissed as she revealed angry blisters on the back of her heal. "Stupid fucking shoes," she cursed. "If I had a time machine I would go back in time and kill the person who thought wearing these," she shook the shoe in front of her, "was a good idea."
"Here let me have a look," he offered. They both sat down on the sand and he softly placed her foot on his lap. He ran his fingers along the flesh surrounding the sore, her breath hitching as he traced small circles along her soft skin. Having her this close to him was clouding his judgement, his need for her growing. His hands seemed to have a mind of their own, as his fingertips began ascending higher. He looked up to see her eyeing him curiously but she didn't pull away. Taking that as a good sign he inched closer to her, his thumb now drawing lazy patters to the spot under her knee.
"I don't think I have any blisters there," her voice shaky but still playful.
"No," he replied their eyes locking. "How about here," he said moving closer and letting his hand glide up to rest at the hem of her dress.
"Nnnoo," she shook her head. Her body was moving towards his now. She sat astride him, her sex resting above his growing arousal. His hands were now resting under her dress on the top of her thighs. Their eyes still focused on the other. She trailed her fingers up his arms, then his neck before progressing to push his hair out of his eyes.
In an instant his lips were on hers. Both of them moving in a delicious rhythm. Just like the first time, he felt the heat course through his body. His heart thumping against his chest and his breath coming out short. They parted albeit briefly so he could regain his breathing, but soon they were at it again. Tongues clashing, teeth nipping and bodies grinding, their moans drowned out by the harsh crashing of the sea. Her scent, her taste, her feel surrounding him and driving him mad. He moved his hands from their position under her dress and wound them into her loose curls. Doing all he could to bring their mouths closer. He couldn't stop, she was like water and he a man dying of thirst. She was the only thing in this world he wanted. The only thing that made his life bearable. The only woman he wanted to have this with for the rest of his life. He knew it then and it was even more apparent now.
She pulled away, this time it was her who needed to catch her breath. He just changed his focus from her lips to the crook of her neck, her small mewls urging him to continue. Each new bit of skin his lips touched made him want her more. His mind was telling him to stop. They were at the beach for fucks sake. Anyone could just walk in on them. But his body was doing the opposite, his hands now tugging down the sleeves of her dress. The green sparkles shining under the moonlit sky. She threw her head back as his tongue lapped at her breasts. Sucking and biting each of the hardened peaks. His cock was straining against his pants, her whimpers and moans making it difficult for him to stop. "Gendry, Gendry, Gendry," she cried out over and over. It was like music to his ears, a sound he would never tire of hearing. Everything about her was perfect, unlike anything he had experienced before.
Her impatient hands tugged at his shirt, ripping the buttons in her haste to remove it. He could only laugh at her eagerness, one that was answered with a growl. Before long they were bare before each other. Fucking on the beach like there was no one else in the world but them. A melody of her wails and his groans floating in the air. They soon reached their peak, her name spilling from his lips. She slumped into his arms, both their bodies lathered in a thin sleet of sweat. "Please tell me you're here to stay," he whispered into her ear. He couldn't bare the idea of being apart from her again.
"You know I hate it here," she said softly. "I don't want to become one of them. Braavos is my home now."
He sighed. "I can't be here without you Ar," he pleaded. "This place is killing me," tears pooling in his eyes. He didn't want to seem weak around her. Seem so pathetic and desperate. But he had to let her know now. He let her go all those years ago and it had been the biggest mistake of his life.
"So come with me," her hands cupping his face. "Fuck this place off and come back with me to Braavos. My place is big enough and you'd love it there. The people are real. No bull shit about where you come from or what brand you're wearing. It's…it's so liberating."
"You'd want me to come?" surprise in his voice.
"I mean only if you want," her tone now coming out shy.
He kissed her softly. That spark in him reigniting. "I'm not letting your sexy arse out of my sight again," he murmured. She chuckled and he knew there was no better feeling than having her in his arms. And it was this feeling that he knew he could never live without. He was addicted. Arya the one drug he knew would make him whole again.