Here is chapter 8! sorry it took so long! I wrote it at 1:00 in the morning so hopefully it turns out ok. Enjoy! :-)

Their game had stopped after her last comment on Jaqens eyes. He had not spoken but she had glimpsed something in him, what she did not know. He sat next to her mulling over his own, mysterious thoughts, Arya picked up the golden knife and watched her blurry reflection flicker in the candlelight. Her plate lay half eaten next to her. "What are you thinking?" she asked him and turned the knife slightly so she could watch him without directly looking at him. He paused his internal monologue to glance at her.

"A man is pleased a girl can read a man so… a girl is very observant… a quality faceless men and women only just possess" Arya scowled at that.

"I'm not observant, I just know you. If it had been anyone else I wouldn't have known if they were lying or not"

She glimpsed a trace of a smirk slide over Jaqens lips.

"A girl is modest"

"NO I'M NOT BEING MODEST" Arya suddenly screamed. Jaqen startled and she fell silent ashamed of her outburst. She wasn't sure why she had yelled. Maybe it was because the better she got at things the closer she became to becoming faceless, and the further away she got from Jon, Sansa and her names.

"I'm sorry" she whispered and raised her eyes from the knife to see Jaqen more clearly. He looked over her thoughtfully and nodded his head in forgiveness.

"A girl has much… emotion… and… choices at the moment" He said slowly weighing out each word. "A girl must choose...not now… but soon"

"Choose what?" Although she thought she already knew the answer. Jaqen caught her eye.

"Choose whether she is to stay to complete her tasks at the house of black and white or weather she is to leave and return to claim revenge and find her family"

Arya sighed breaking his gaze. She wanted to go back, kill those who had wronged her, travel to the wall, find Jon and Ghost maybe even find Nymphodora somehow. But she didn't want to stop her training, she was learning new things every day. She didn't want to say goodbye to the messy haired boys who whined but who she had learnt to become fond of in a strange way and she didn't want to leave Jaqen.

"Did you find it difficult to choose this life over your old one?" she asked. Jaqen's brow furrowed. "…No… for a man the decision was easy, a man had no family, no friends and no enemies. The faceless life found this man and this man joined the faceless life… the red god made it so"

"I thought you said you had a father"

"Not much a father more of a drunk who lived life thieving and whoring… a man is not sure his father knew he even had a son half the time" Jaqen said bitterly.

"I'm sorry" Arya said looking at him with wide eyes. Jaqen shook his head and gave a weak smile at her.

"A girl shouldn't be sorry it was not her fault." He grabbed her plate along with his own and lay them on the floor before leaning back into one of the pillows.

"Will a girl be sleeping here tonight?" Arya hesitated. She wanted to lay in this warm bed with Jaqen but she was not sure how appropriate it would be. Luckily Jaqen made the decision for her.

"It may look odd if a girl returns to her chambers after all this time. Questions will be asked, best wait until morning before returning to your bed. That way it looks as though a girl was there all this time" Arya nodded in agreement and lay down pulling the blankets up under her chin. Jaqen blew out the candle and removed his shirt before laying next to her. Their skin was millimetres apart and she felt something static fly in the air between them. Suddenly Aya's face flushed warm again and she was thankful for the darkness. She turned away from him to lay on her side, she felt him turn as well so he was facing her back, his hot breath tickled her neck.

"A man is curious about something a girl said earlier" he said in a low voice.

"What did I say?" She turned onto her back to look up at him

He raised his head to lean on his hand. She could just make out a dark figure resting on one elbow looking over her in the fuzzy black light. Her lips parted slightly and she swallowed once again grateful of the dark.

"A man wondered why a girl said his eyes were pretty" He whispered. She could almost feel the smirk pulling at his lips. Arya scowled her face flushing.

"I dint say your eyes were pretty I said your mothers eyes were"

"Ah but these are a man's mothers eyes" Arya rolled her eyes and quickly brought two fingers to rest on his lips.

"Quit smirking, fine your eyes are pretty, there I admitted it" His soft lips parted slightly and Arya suddenly found herself wondering what it would be like to kiss him. She had never kissed anyone before, had never seen the point that was until now. She quickly dropped her fingers afraid he could somehow read her thoughts and instead examined a piece of quilt on her left.

"A man's eyes might be pretty but a girls eyes are miyam" She remembered miyam meant beautiful and couldn't help but smile. She felt his fingers brush the side of her cheek, she shivered, he traced her cheekbone all the way to her top lip where they danced down to the bottom lip. Aya's breath caught. Jawen slowly leaned down so he was hovering inches away from her. "Seas canshh delovena?"

"What does that mean?" She whispered back, her lips burning with desire.

"Can a man kiss a girl?" But before she could answer his lips were kissing her softly. She kissed back as best she could and opened her mouth letting his tongue enter. He tasted of mint and sunlight, he caressed her cheek as they kissed and all too soon he pulled away from her. She felt his warm breath on her lips and lifted her head up to close the gap. They kissed again this time Arya let herself find her way into his mouth. The kiss grew deeper and she let her fingers tangle in his soft hair. He lay on top of her kissing her all the while. His mouth then found its way from her lip down her neck. She gave a small moan at his touch. He slowly made his way back up to recapture her lips. The kiss was long and passionate and full of longing and when they finally came up for air Jaqen rolled off her and they both breathed deeply. Arya lay in shock but felt herself smile, she turned her head to look at Jaqen, his bare chest was rising and falling. He turned to face her and she could sense him smile in the dark although she could not see him.

"Goodnight Arya Stark" He breathed.

"Goodnight Jaqen" he kissed her forehead then her nose and then took her into his warm embrace. She snuggled into his chest and for the first time since leaving winterfell she felt safe. It was also the first time in a long while she hadn't breathed certain names into the cold night.

Jaqen gazed down at his lovely girl in sorrow. She was too decide tomorrow if she wanted to leave or stay at the house of black and white. That's why Thaniel had so urgently wanted to meet with Jaqen. "She goes or she stays, I won't force her to do either but I will force her to choose"

"The girl needs time, a girl-"

"She has had time enough, time's run out… Antwose I'm sorry, I know you care for the girl but… this is the faceless way… the red god has demanded it"

Jaqen had looked down his blue eyes turned to a heart wretched ocean.

"Valar Morghulis" Thaniel said as he walked out past Jaqen.

"Valar Doherius" Jaqen whispered softly.

"Yes, all men must serve. Serve the red god, not themselves. That's an important thing to remember Antwose, never forget it. And make sure Jaqen H'ghar never forgets it either" And with that Thaniel left Jaqen to his misery.

Jaqen returned to the present and stroked Arya's delicate hair. "You are Arya Stark, never forget that" he whispered to her sleeping figure. He swallowed as she snuggled closer to him. He had loved the taste of her lips but he had hated it was a kiss goodbye…