A/N – Thank you guys so much for the wonderful reviews from last chapter! I just got back from Dragon*Con, so I'm on a bit of a sci-fi/fantasy high even though no one from Game of Thrones (except Khal Drogo) was in attendance. You can check out my tumblrs if you want to see pictures (winteriscoming-eventually and a-game-of-horcruxes).
Anyways! We're back to Arya x Gendry in this chapter. It takes place right after the race with Joffrey. Hopefully these POV switches aren't confusing, but if you can handle GRRM 20 POVs in one book, I figure you can handle my two.
Also I think you all will really like this chapter ; )
Arya can't stop smiling as she speeds back to Gendry's apartment. Adrenaline is rushing through her. She feels high. Ecstatic. Alive. The warm, night air whips through her windows, and she turns the radio down so she can listen to her car racing down the smooth streets.
It feels like a giant weight has been lifted off of her. She just won three thousand dollars, and even better, she just beat Joffrey in a race. Sure, he'll be pissed at her, but he can't back down now. If he suspends her from the track, everyone will call him a coward.
"Congratulations," Gendry says, his voice short and clipped.
"You could sound happier about it," Arya says lightly. Her fight with Gendry seems like it happened ages ago. All she wants to do now is celebrate. She won't let him bring down the mood. "Come on," Arya says, reaching across the seat to grab his hand. He doesn't pull away from her grip, but his eyes stay trained on the window. "I just won us three thousand dollars."
"Us?"
"Well I have been crashing at your apartment for days now. I figure I could at least buy you a drink or two to make up for it." As Arya pulls up to a red light, she squeezes his hand lightly. "Hey, look at me."
Slowly Gendry turns around. His blue-eyed gaze is tired, weary. "What?" He asks.
A small wave of panic pulses within Arya. Did she really fuck it up this time? Did she push him too far with the last fight?
"What's wrong?" Arya asks.
"Nothing." Gendry squeezes Arya's hand back, and he lifts his soft lips into a half-smile. "Come on. Let's go get that drink."
The light turns green, but Arya doesn't break eye contact. She searches Gendry's gaze, trying to figure out what's running through his mind. But the lingering weariness is gone, and his hand is wrapped firmly around her own. "All right," she finally says. "Let's get a drink. Now where can we find a bar that will serve an eighteen year old?"
"It shouldn't be hard."
"Why not?"
"Because you're a hot eighteen year old."
Gendry smirks, and when Arya punches him in the arm, his smile only widens.
"Fucking hell," Arya says after taking another sip of her margarita on the rocks. "What the hell do they put in this?"
"A few ice cubes, a couple teaspoons of water, and tequila." Gendry takes a sip of his own drink and winces. "And then some more tequila." He takes another sip. "Can't complain though. This place is right around the corner from my apartment, and the drinks are cheap."
Arya already feels lightheaded, and they still have half a pitcher to get through. Her face and body are flushed. "But we don't have to get cheap drinks. I just won a bunch of money."
"That money won't last long if you keep betting it."
"It will if I keep betting it and keep winning. And how could I lose with such a perfect mechanic?"
Gendry narrows his eyes. "Did you just call me perfect, Arya?" He glances at her almost empty cup. "You have had alcohol before, right?"
"All the time."
If alcohol is a glass of wine at family dinners or that one beer Robb sneaked to me last winter.
"All right. Just checking."
"Actually, I'll take a refill." Arya goes to grab the pitcher, but Gendry gets to it first. He leans over, fills up Arya's glass, and gives it back to her. When their hands touch, a spark of electricity passes between them.
Arya locks eyes with Gendry. God he's attractive. His blue eyes are dark in the dim bar, and his strong arms are crossed over the table, exposing lean, tight muscle. Arya bites the bottom of her lip, and when Gendry's gaze is drawn to the soft skin, lust courses through her.
Gendry moves his chair closer so that their thighs are pressed together under the table. Arya's heated body instantly reacts. The tension between them is palpable.
Gendry leans closer, his mouth brushing against Arya's ear. "Finish your drink," he says, his low voice lighting the fire beneath her stomach.
"Why?" Arya asks. His mouth moves lower, his stubble rubbing against her smooth skin. He places a chaste, yet burning, kiss against the bottom of her jaw.
"Because," he says, "We never made up after our fight."
"We didn't?"
"No." Gendry looks up into Arya's eyes. There's raw desire in his gaze, and Arya flushes with warmth. She wants him. "And I'd rather make up at home than in this bar."
Arya's mouth is dry, and when she tries to speak, her voices comes out raspy. "Finally," she says. "Something we can agree on."
The short walk takes forever. They didn't finish their drinks, but they are still tipsy enough that they can't keep their hands to themselves. Every few steps, Arya slips her hand into the back pocket of Gendry's jeans or Gendry leans down and brushes his lips against Arya's exposed neck.
It's almost two in the morning by the time they get to Gendry's apartment, but Arya has never felt more awake. She can't take her eyes off of Gendry as he leans over to unlock the front door. She's never felt so attracted, so lustful, for a man before. And knowing that he wants her too just intensifies the feeling.
As soon as they step into the apartment, Gendry spins around and pushes Arya against the closed door. She let's out a soft moan as his hard body presses against her own, as his strong hands thread through her hair. "Kiss me," he says, yanking her head up to meet his lips.
The kiss is forceful, almost desperate. Arya can feel her lips bruising, but she meets his fervent demand. She takes his bottom lip between two teeth, nipping it harshly, only satisfied when he groans into her mouth. Her arms wrap around his back, tugging his body closer, arching against him so that she can feel his desire pressed against the side of her leg.
"More, less," Gendry says.
"What?"
"More of this, less clothes."
At those words, Gendry takes Arya's hand and pulls them back towards his bedroom. Excitement courses through her. He's finally giving in. He wants me, and he's finally giving in. Arya pushes away any sense of trepidation. She knows she's doing the right thing. She knows Gendry is the right person.
When they reach the bedroom, Arya pushes Gendry down onto the bed, but she doesn't follow after him.
"Come on," Gendry says, blue eyes impatient, flickering with heat.
"In a second."
Making sure that Gendry's eyes are still on her, Arya quickly strips off her tank top. She tosses the spare piece of fabric to the ground and then lets her hands travel towards the button on her jeans. She flashes her gaze to Gendry, and he's staring at her with burning desire in his eyes, breathing shallowly.
Arya smiles wickedly. She loves holding this power over him.
She takes her time, popping the button off of her jeans, and slowly pulling down the zipper. As she tugs the jeans down her legs, she turns to the side, exposing her simple black thong. "Jesus," Gendry mutters, his voice low and thick. "I swear to god if you don't get over here right now, I'll strip your car of all its parts."
Arya can't help but laugh. "Oh, Gendry, I love it when you talk dirty."
"Shut up and get on the bed."
Her laughter dies as soon as she meets Gendry's gaze. His eyes are hard with desire, and Arya can feel warmth pooling between her legs. A twinge of nerves passes through her again, but she ignores them, and crawls onto the bed. As soon as she's within reach, Gendry grabs her, flips her onto her back, and moves on top of her.
Their mouths meet with a heavy insistence, and Arya shudders with lust as their teeth scrape together. Gendry is still fully dressed, and something about being half-naked beneath him, fills Arya with need. She arches her body against him, rubbing herself against his arousal, loving the feel of the rough fabric against her bare skin.
Gendry groans and starts moving with her, his hands roaming her unbarred body. Arya trembles as his hands dip lower and lower, tracing the outline of her thong, cupping her full bottom. "You're perfect," he whispers into the crook of her neck. "Infuriatingly perfect."
He leaves hot, open-mouthed kisses against her skin, and Arya continues to squirm beneath him, wanting more, wanting this feeling to never end. Her hands wander under the hem of his shirt, and she tugs it up. Gendry leans forward so that he can lift the shirt over his head. "Jeans," Arya says.
"I-"
"Jeans." He's not backing out this time, Arya thinks. Gallantry is bullshit.
Gendry catches Arya's eyes before nodding. He quickly maneuvers out of his jeans and drops them to the floor. When he crawls back on top of Arya, they both shiver with desire, pressing their almost bare bodies as close together as possible. As good as the jeans felt, this feels even better. Arya grabs Gendry by the back of the head and pulls his lips down to her own.
His arousal is hard against her, and Arya adjusts her body so that it fits right against her pulsing heat. There are only a couple thin layers of fabric between them, and Arya moans as Gendry starts to slowly move against her. Her arms wrap around his back, driving him closer. The friction feels unbelievably good, and Arya can feel the bundle of nerves tightening within her.
Gendry's hands start to travel over her body again. They come to the back of her bra, and after glancing at her for approval, Gendry unsnaps the bra and throws it the ground. He doesn't waste time staring. He instantly moves towards her small breasts, cupping them with both hands. It feels too good for Arya to be embarrassed, and she closes her eyes as his fingers slowly travel over the sensitive skin.
She gasps when he suddenly lowers his mouth and places a warm kiss against her nipple. She bucks beneath him as he continues to kiss her and touch her. Her body swirls with lust, and her vision is hazy. As good as it feels, it's also torture because she knows she wants more.
Finally, she grabs him by the back of his head and locks eyes with him. "Enough," she says, "Stop wasting time."
Gendry smirks. "You're very impatient."
"And you're very slow."
Gendry licks his lips. "I like taking my time."
"Well I don't."
And with that, Arya pushes Gendry off of her, flips him around, and crawls on top. She brazenly straddles him, and is satisfied when she meets his heated gaze. She starts to move against his arousal, putting more pressure behind each movement. Gendry's eyes flicker close. He groans, "Jesus, Arya."
Her own stomach tightens with need as she continues to move against him. She doesn't know how much longer she can take it. The heat. The need. The building tension. So she quickly unstraddles him and slithers down his stomach, hands at the waistband of his boxers. Anxious excitement fills her. "Gendry," she says, "I'm going to ask you this once, and you're going to give me a straight answer, and you're not going to give me any bullshit about protecting my honor, all right?"
There's a long pause before Gendry answers. "All right."
"Good." Arya takes a breath before asking, "Where are your condoms?"
She can feel Gendry tense beneath her, and her pulse starts racing with anxiety. What if he turns me down again? What if he-
"Bottom drawer of the nightstand."
Arya quickly scrambles off the bed and opens the nightstand. Sure enough, there's a small packet of foils in the bottom drawer. With slightly shaking hands, Arya grabs one and moves back onto the bed.
Gendry is sitting up, and when he meets her eyes, Arya knows he can see right through her. Gendry takes the packet from her and then grabs her hands. "Arya, it's not all bullshit, you know. I just want to make sure you're ready. I know-"
"I haven't had sex before. Right. But I'm ready." Arya takes a breath. "And I want it to be with you."
Gendry opens his mouth to respond, but Arya cuts him off. "And if you say another word, I swear to god you will be in the worse pain of your life. You're going to shut up, put that condom on, and have sex with me. And that's the end of this discussion."
For a second, Arya thinks Gendry is going to protest, but then he slowly breaks into an amused smile and says, "Okay."
Gendry leans forward and presses Arya against the bottom of the bed. He moves down, grabs her underwear and gently pulls it down her legs. Arya's stomach tightens with tension. She's never been entirely naked in front of a guy before, and yet, it feels right.
As Gendry moves back up her legs, he places soft kisses against the skin. Arya's pulse starts racing as he gets closer and closer to the apex of her legs. She can feel warmth growing beneath her, and she's aching for him to finally touch her. He looks at her, his eyes never leaving her own, as he slowly presses one finger against her, rubbing the sensitive skin.
Arya lets out a soft moan. "More," she says.
Still not breaking eye contact, Gendry pushes the single finger inside of her. Arya gasps with pleasure. Her body is heated and tense with anticipation. As her body slowly adjusts, he slips another finger inside, and then a third. He licks his lips. His eyes are filled with concentrated desire.
"Does this feel good?" He asks.
Arya can't do anything but nod and arch against him. Sensing the message, Gendry starts to move his fingers within her, slipping in and out, pressing with more pressure, intensifying in speed. Arya finally has to close her eyes as she presses herself against the bed. Her body is one fire, and the bundle of nerves feels like it's ready to explode. "Don't stop," she mutters. "Please don't stop."
But the motion slows, and eventually does stop with Arya's body still on the edge of pleasure. She snaps her eyes open. "Sorry," Gendry says. "Just try to be patient. Just this once."
And then he quickly pulls off his boxers and grabs the condom, slipping it from its package. Arya can't help but look at Gendry. Another wave of nerves courses through her. He's not exactly small. It'll be fine, Arya tells herself. Better yet, it'll be great. Gendry slips the condom onto his arousal and then climbs back on top of Arya.
He opens his mouth. "Are you-"
"Yes."
"Okay." He takes a shallow breath. "Arya?"
"What?"
"I-" he pauses, blue eyes flickering with hesitation. "You're very special to me. I just want you to know that."
Arya smiles. "I know."
And then Gendry leans down and kisses Arya softly on the lips. It's sweeter than the previous kisses, more lingering. And as he kisses her, he places his arousal against her and then slowly pushes into her. Arya winces in pain, but she wraps her arms around Gendry and pulls him closer, kissing him again and again.
She slowly adjusts once he's inside of her, and the pain begins to transform into pleasure. "All right?" Gendry asks, and Arya nods in response. His eyes are filled with lust, and it ignites the desire within her.
Gendry starts to move inside of her, and Arya gasps at the sensation. The heat. The friction. The fullness. It's all so consuming. She presses against him, meeting his every movement, encouraging him to go faster, to go deeper. A cry escapes her mouth as he pushes further inside.
"Look at me," Gendry commands, and her eyes snap to his own. It's overwhelming. Moist sweat is slickening their bodies as they move together, again and again.
Gendry drives into her, his hips pounding into her own, punishingly good. Arya starts moaning his name, louder and louder, and her hands wrap around and grip his back, fingernails scraping down the bare skin.
One of Gendry's hands travels down to the apex between her thighs, and Arya gasps as he brushes against that same bundle of nerves. "Gendry," she mutters, her entire body tightening. "I think-"
He brushes the bundle again and Arya suddenly gasps, her entire body exploding with an encompassing, unfamiliar sensation. Gendry pushes into her a few more times before shuddering, moaning her name, and collapsing on top of her.
Arya's body feels weightless and content. Gendry looks down at her and presses a kiss to the corner of her mouth. His heavy body is warm and covered with a sheen of sweat. He smiles when he catches Arya's eye.
"I told you I was ready," Arya says. "One day you'll learn that I'm always right."
Gendry sighs and shakes his head. "Arya, just shut up and kiss me."
A/N – Wow. That was way longer than I thought it would be. I had some other scenes planned for this chapter, but oh fucking well. I hope this scene turned out all right. It was my first full-blown sex scene, and I felt pretty nervous writing it.
Anywho- hopefully you guys enjoyed it. Yay for arya and gendry having sex and all that good stuff.
I'm pretty sure next chapter will be another san x san, but that's TBD.