If any of you feel offended I must remind you that from the beginning my stories where labeled M.
I don't know if you've been listening to the songs that serve as titles for the chapters but this one is a must since it was an inspiration for the whole chapter.
Read on and enjoy…
ARYA POV:
"Ruffles! I want lots of ruffles! Better yet; feathers! I want to be a pretty peacock!"— Margaery proclaimed.
"We need to buy something for Sansa. She won't have anything to wear."— Catelyn worried.
"I don't think it's necessary for me to wear white, I am already married"— And Jeyne sulked.
Many women would be happy being pampered all day, eating nonfat snacks and drink champagne while the latest fashion trends are being paraded in front of you… Arya Stark was not one of said women.
She had spent exactly half a day from boutique to boutique looking for something to wear with the self-proclaimed Glam Sergeant: Margaery Tyrell, 'The Bank' a.k.a the one that had Eddard's black credit card: her mother Catelyn and the blushing bride Jeyne Westerling. Hours and hours of 'does this make me look fat', discussing the advantages of lace vs. satin and how to choose a dress according to the type of lighting in a venue was hell on earth for Arya. At first she just smiled and said her fair share of 'ooooohhhs' and 'aaaaaahhhhs' but she was tired, so she just laid back in one of the enormous sofas in the dressing room, sipped champagne and texted Meera since she wasn't going to the party.
On Saturday it was the Annual Stark Industries / Baratheon Corps get-together. A big gala for the head honchos and executives to celebrate the merger of the companies with food, drinks and paparazzi. After Bran's police debacle he was grounded and couldn't see Meera and let alone Jojen so Arya was going to be pretty much alone at the party at the mercy of the Glam Squad.
"We must look our finest Girls! This will be a sort of coming out party for the entire family. We need to look our best for the media"— commanded Catelyn looking through yet another rack of dresses.
"Oh my God! Oh my God! I'm so excited! I've gotten calls from E! Hola! And Vogue asking if they can do a whole report on my attire!"— Margaery was in seventh heaven.
"Arya dear would you at least see the options I've laid out for you? Please put an effort, you're going to be on the spotlight on Saturday!"—Scolded Catelyn.
"You should totally rock that red Donna Karan dress. Hon with your ass and face? You'll have the entire male menu at your disposition"— Chipped in Margaery.
"What about this one?"—Asked Jeyne coming out from one of the dressing room with a white pant suit ensemble.
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"—Yelled Margaery and Catelyn in unison.
While the women gave Jeyne a fashion brainwashing Arya kept on sipping champagne and thinking. This time (as was the norm for the past weeks) she thought of Gendry. He wasn't going to the get – together since it was not safe to put him in a room with Robert Baratheon and his family, but true to his word he continued to pursue Arya. He was swamped with projects but he still managed to make time to ask her to lunch or dinner if he got out early out of work. Out of the blue he would stop at the Manor just to see her but her favorite gesture where the phone calls. Every night for the past week they had talked on the phone till early hours of the morning, nothing romantic. Just Arya… Just Gendry; talking about random things. Getting reacquainted after all these years, it was something she treasured every night.
After days of pondering she decided that the Gendry boat came too late. He wasn't the only one calling her so she decided to give Aegon a chance. He was a good guy who cared for her, he had a weird way of showing it but still; he cared. She was leaving for Braavos the day after the party with no immediate return for the North so this was it; the final goodbye to her 'should have been high school sweetheart'. She wasn't a hundred percent sure with her decision but she was leaving so…
"ARYA!"—Her mother yelled at her dragging her away from dream land.
"Arya your dress! Just pick one already!"—
"Me? I'm the one that has to pick one? Mother I bought my dress inside the first shop we went to. You guys are the ones that have rolled in and out of 16 stores and still don't have anything to wear!" That was it, she had enough. "Jeyne Sweety, I'm sorry but you are wearing a dress. A big, white fluffy one that says 'newlywed' so we can parade you with Robb and do damage control. You have the body so work it"—She said to Jeyne while handing her a dress that she didn't want to put on because she felt was 'too much'.
"Marg it's not Halloween. No peacock or any kind of animal! Go with the yellow one. It's your color and Jon will be busy all night"
"I have to agree with you Ar. Now SHOES!"—Margaery beamed while skipping to find the store attendant.
"Mom just go with the green. You'll look like a total MILF"
"Arya! Don't say those things to me, I'm your mother"—
"Yep… but the real question is how do you know what MILF means?" She smirked. Her mother's face went red as her hair so she changed the subject.
"Ok… I'll buy the green one. What about Sansa?"—
"I do not doubt for a second that she has at least five gowns inside her closet with the price tag still on but if you're so desperate to buy her something go with the blue one. I'm actually wearing blue but in a much darker tone so we'll match but not quite"
"That was brilliant Arya. We should shop together more often."—
"No chance in hell mother. Now let's get out of here and actually have some real food." She said walking hand in hand with Catelyn.
…..
Just arrived home. 10min shower and I'm all yours. GW*
A hot dirty construction worker. Such a cliché! AS*
Coming from you I'll take that as a compliment GW*
Remember to scratch behind your ears. AS*
It was past eleven in the night and Arya was dutifully waiting for her phone call from Gendry. When not calling; she exchanged flirty texts messages with him, she always told herself it was all very innocent but was it? Don't do to others what you don't want to be done at you. If Aegon searched her phone and read her texts he would literally lose it. She really hoped he was ready to move on and change…
Her phone rang:
"That was fast! I bet you're still very much a dirty, dirty boy"
"If that is what a girl wants I am sure that a man can get his hands dirty just for her pleasure…"-
What the fu… She answered the call without checking the caller I.D since it was late and the only one that called her at this hour was Gendry.
"Jaqen"
"Good evening Lovely Girl… not the voice you were expecting? I'm very good with accents"—
"Save it. It's late and I'm expecting a call so what up? You obviously know I'm home and not at The House"
"Your presence is always cherished so it would be an impossible feat not noticing your absence. That and the fact that your little blonde boy came over today demanding entrance…"—Ohhh great, here we go.
To belong to The House of Black and White meant that you didn't belong to anyone other than the house. Not the building per se, certainly not its habitants but what it stood for. An idea of what you wanted to be in life is like a virus; resilient. Highly contagious. And even the smallest seed of an idea can grow. It can grow to define or destroy you. The House of Black and White gives you the opportunity to be what you want to be in life as long as you are the greatest at it; for good or bad.
Arya was a pledge since day one with Jaqen H'ghar acting like her Big Brother; teaching and urging her to explode her talents, to reach her maximum potential. Arya was never one to shy to a challenge so before she knew it she was around the world learning about life; thank God her father didn't search her passport. Arya was not one to stay still.
"What did he do now?"
Jaqen laughed…
Fact 1: Even though she lived with Aegon she still spent a large amount of time inside The House Of Black and White, after all it was her sorority and she kept her own room inside; something that Aegon saw as a lack of commitment, not wanting to fully settle down with him.
"I don't know, you tell me… since apparently you are moving out to your own apartment and Young Griff came over to collect your things. Is it really necessary to say that he didn't come in?"—
Fact 2: Jaqen and Aegon do not like each other! Aegon thought Jaqen was a psycho that wanted an in to Arya's panties and Jaqen thought Aegon was a self-entitled brat with dependency issues… they both where right.
"I am not moving anywhere… I'm the one who should be getting my stuff out from his place" She muttered. Move on and change my ass! Did he honestly think she wouldn't find out? Typical Aegon; bulldozing her into something and them telling her it's for the best.
"Why must you play with a child when you are surrounded by a man it is beyond me. It was my duty to notify you and I did; what you chose to do is your decision. Now tell me, how is everything in the North?"—
"Good, cold. I'll be back on Sunday so we'll catch up soon. I need to go. I'll call Aegon in the morning to sort his ass off!"
"Interesting you'll talk to young Griff in the morning when you are expecting a call just this instance. I guess someone is playing very dirty games with our little Cat"—Fuck.
"Drop it H'ghar. See ya soon"
"Sweet dreams Lovely Girl…never forget; if you need aid just speak the names and a man will do the rest"—Jaqen said ending the call.
Gendry still hadn't called her so Arya decided to call Aegon, it went straight to voice mail:
Hey this is me! I'm busy with my girl so leave a message… BEEEEP
"Hey you! It's your girl telling you that in fact: I am no longer yours! Giving me space and toning it down does not mean buying real state and moving in together. Take Nym back to the B&W house and try not to make a scene"
Ughhhhhhh! The nerve of that man! She had done everything, everything to please him for the past three years yet he still wanted more from her. More of her time, her attention, her heart… she loved Aegon; she really did! But he suffocated her, wanted to monopolize her time and tell her what to do all for 'her good'.
As expected he started to call her back so she switched the calls to voice mail and went down to the kitchen to get a glass of cold water.
She cleaned him up then he couldn't bear to see her leave, told her he needed her strength. She got him his job and when he told her he didn't trust anyone but her; they decided to work together. Then he told her he felt alone and isolated from his own family so she moved in with him into the family compound for God sakes! Every twist and turn of their relationship was dictated by him and there he was; still doing it. Apparently buying a place for them and moving her stuff. Who am I kidding? He must already done it, Nymeria probably has her own room!
Going back to her room she picked up her phone to no surprise: 27 voice messages and 17 texts from Aegon when she was gone what? 5 minutes? Good, let the pompous ass dwell on his decisions.
Arya deleted everything without a second glance. She was going to do the same with all the text messages till she found two from Gendry.
Got bumped to voice mail. I swear I cleaned up! GW*
Guess you fell asleep. Sweet dreams and good morning once you read this. GW*
She called him without thinking it twice "Hey!"
"What's wrong?"— Gendry immediately asked.
"I literally said one word! 'Hey'. How can you tell something is wrong?"
"Just know you well… so what gives? Who should I punch?"—
Should she bring out that topic with Gendry? He always danced around it when they talked, obviously not wanting to impose but she could tell he was eager to know where she stood with Aegon / Griff.
"No one since they have been officially dumped"
The line went silent for a couple of seconds. She didn't need to be in front of him to know Gendry had his thinking face on. "You're giving me a headache Waters. Stop thinking!"
"So officially Ex-boyfriend? What happened?"—He tried to sound uninterested but totally failed.
"Apparently he bought an apartment and tried to move all my stuff in"
"Wow! Living together? That's a big step"—Yeah, living together alone since they already were all shacked up with his family.
"Yeah, he just smothers me. I told him and he didn't listen. I guess I'll be picking up my wolf and continue with my studies"
"I thought you said your roommate had Nymeria"-
"She did…but she caught a cold so Griff had her for a couple of days" Slip much Stark?
"Soooooooo… not wanting to be that creep that pounces on the newly available hot girl but what does this mean?"—Gendry's voice was filled with hope but she couldn't lead him on, she was still leaving for Braavos.
"Nothing. Go back to Braavos, get my degree and enjoy my single relationship status."
"Jee, thanks Ar"— The line went silent again for a few seconds till Gendry spoke again. "Can't believe you're leaving again"—
"It's another country not another planet Gendry!"
"Last time you left three years passed!"—
"Yeah…and sorry to break it to you but it looks like it's going to be the same. Between my thesis, work and my uhm; other extra credit I'm dead to the world. Unless there's another Stark wedding, but I don't think anybody will be up for the drama after Robb."
"Can I pick you up tomorrow morning for breakfast? Have my kiss goodbye?"—
She giggled, of course she wouldn't say no! She would be lying if she said she wasn't hopping to snag one more hot kiss from Gendry. The man had mad skills.
"Sure, I expect a big treat. I'll be chewing water the rest of the day if Mom gets her way. I swear she has Dad on a diet saying he needs to look good for tomorrow. It sucks that you won't be there."
"Not my scene and it's probably for the best. You all dolled up in front of old men? Not my idea of a party. What are you wearing by the way?"—
"Gendry Waters; fashion police? You've been holding out on me!"
"Come on… call me a masochist. I won't get to see you so give me a visual"—
"We live in the technology era Gendry, I'll send you a picture"
"The whole sequence once you start getting ready. You know, so I can get a clear view of every detail"—
"Gendry you dirty boy! What are you planning on doing with said pictures?"
"Hey I just had a bath. If you were here with me you could inspect my body, I scrubbed behind my ears like you said. And I'll put your pictures on the wall, you know; new pictures to compensate three years. I'd like the real thing on my arms though..."—
Are we really going to do this? Fuck it! I'm leaving in less than 48hrs anyway.
"Is that so? And what would you do with me?" She purred to the phone.
"Arya…"—Gendry warned on the other side.
She got up and decided to show him what she was going to wear tomorrow. Laying them on the bed she took pictures of the only two things she was going to wear to the party.
"I just sent you a picture of my dress!"
"It's nice! Very formal Miss Stark"—She laughed; the dress was one of those gowns that you had to put on to fully get the whole effect, a statement dress. She was sure to send him a picture tomorrow.
"This completes the outfit…"
"HOLY FUCK!"—He screamed and the line went dead but he called her back right away.
"I'm sorry, I dropped my phone… Did you just send me a picture of your underwear?"—
"You did ask me what I was going to wear Stupid!"
"You do not do that to a man Arya and expect him to do nothing!"—
"I know… that's why I asked you what you would do if I was in your arms."
She could hear him breathing on the phone. Arya loved to have this effect on Gendry. She really wished this wasn't a phone call.
"That's all?"—He asked in a very low tone.
"What do you mean that's all?"
"No bra with the dress?"—
"Nope! It has a little open back… so what do you think; do you approve of my choice of attire?" She smirked.
"Why are you not in my bed right now?"- Gendry sighed in frustration.
"Because I'm in mine! I have on an old shirt of yours if it makes you feel any better…"
"I think my shirts on you look a whole lot better than any dress will!"—
"Don't underestimate me Waters, I clean up pretty well"
"Is my shirt the… only thing you have on?"—
She grabbed her phone and took another picture; this time of herself. She had on one of Gendry's old football jerseys; a big 87 covering her tinny frame. She made sure her legs were on display. Again the line went silent, this time for a couple of minutes.
"Have you any idea what you do to me Arya?"- Phone sex, I'm going to have phone sex; Arya thought, relishing on the idea.
"No! Care telling?" At some point her voice had started to sound breathy.
"I am doing my best here in not marching over to your house, locking myself with you inside your bedroom and do what I've wanted to do all these years"—
"Which is exactly?..."
"Baby… Kiss, suck, bite, lick and nibble you senseless till you can't even talk!"—
GENDRY POV:
I can't believe I just blurted that out. Fuck, my dick is draining the oxygen from my brain!
Gendry heard a faint gasp on the other side of the line and he was filled with dread. You never knew how Arya was going to react.
"Gendry what are you doing right now?"—She asked in a husky voice. Green light Waters, that's a go!
"Thinking about you Arya, just you with me right here. God I want to run my hands all over your body! You have the most exquisite skin"
"I love your hands…"—She giggled making his dick throb.
"Picturing you here, lying by my side? I would definitely be touching you Babe. Running my hands all over your body once I take my shirt off of you…"
"But it's cold!"—She whined.
"Not for long Baby. I would kiss the cold right out of you and I'm sure I can get you hot real fast were it matters"
"Gendry… I'm so wet"
She's touching herself! Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!
"Arya I'm going to need you to put your phone on your night table and facetime me!"
"Uhm?"—She half asked / moaned into the phone
"Come on Baby, don't let me miss on seeing you."
Compliant Arya was new and definitely hot! Like a good little girl she did what he told her and in seconds he was greeted with a sweet open view of Arya's bed with her on it.
"Hey Gorgeous!" He said smiling at her, he knew Arya liked his smile; she tended to call him stupid a lot after he smiled at her.
"Hey Stupid!"—See, I told ya! And that is definitely a blush spreading on her cheeks.
They both just looked at each other very much aware of the line they were to cross if the conversation kept going. Painfully Gendry tried to give her an out if she still wasn't sure. She did just tell him she officially dumped her boyfriend, rebounds where never a good idea…
"So about tomorrow; what has your mother planed?"
"Gendry are you really going to talk about my mother right know?"—Ok, she's game.
She was lying on her side facing the screen with eager eyes that were now checking him out. She shifted so her shirt moved up her thighs exposing her little boy shorts.
"I am trying to be a good guy Arya. But I think I'm losing that battle"
"We aren't doing anything. We're just talking before we go to sleep. We've been doing it all week…it's not my fault that you happen to have a hard on"—
The look on Arya's eyes told him she aimed to shock him which she totally did but at the same time; it was the truth. He ended up with a woody after all their conversations, not that she needed to know that. He was however willing to play along.
"Really? It's not your fault? Ok, I blame it on your little blue boy shorts. You're killing me with those"
"I know"—She smirked. "I got to witness it personally when I slept at your house. It seemed that at least a part of you woke up every time I moved my ass"—
"So you purposely teased me? That's rude! What your ass needs is a proper spanking"
"I might take you on that offer and decompress"—Aaaaaaaand we're back on!
"I'd make sure you were stress free… my hands are dying to touch you Arya"
"What would you touch?"—She asked with the perfect mix of innocence and wickedness.
"I would touch every single part of you. I've been dying to do that…" At the sound of his voice Arya laid down on her back, caressing herself with soft and quick touches to her arms, her legs, running her hands through her hair… Without warning she stood up and took her shirt off leaving her in her bra and shorts and with an inviting look for him to take the lead.
"Arya I want you to lie down on the bed…" she did exactly what he told her not before rearranging her phone a bit so he could see her spread out on the bed.
She didn't say a word, not once. The look on her eyes was the thing that killed him. It was pure lust with want and Gendry was sure his eyes reflected the same feelings. To have this kind of control over this incredible woman was invigorating and humbling at the same time. He was the one calling the shots but make no mistake that Arya had all the power of the world over him.
"I want you to close your eyes and imagine I'm right there with you"
"No, I want to see your eyes"—She immediately protested with a husky voice. In turn she eyed him up and down. He was sitting on his bed with his back on the bed rest with no shirt on, his hair damp from the shower.
As her hands crept up her torso and started to touch her breasts and he officially lost it…
"Christ; Arya you are so beautiful! Imagine those are my hands touching you. Do you like that? Do you want me to touch you?"
"Yes..."—By now Arya's eyes were closed shut and she was panting while biting her lip which by the way was the most fucking sexy thing in the world.
"Baby I want you to run your hands down your stomach" She did as she was told at a leisurely pace.
"You're so soft! You have the most beautiful skin… Imagine me kissing you; running my hands over your back."
"Gendry…"—She moaned in frustration. He knew what she wanted, hell; what they both wanted. Gendry's hands were doing some work of their own reaching down to his boxers to find relief.
"I know Baby, I know… keep lowering your hands down. Real slow, remember; think those are my hands touching you. Do you want me to keep going?"
"Yes…"—She was panting.
Achingly slowly for Gendry's taste; Arya hands finally reached her boy short and by now they were both shaking.
"Gendry I want you here"—She moaned, teasing both of them with her hands lingering, playing with the hem of her shorts.
"Arya you know I want to be there with you. Just close your eyes. Your hands are mine remember? Go on Baby, touch yourself for me…"
His hands where already busy with his cock, desperate for some kind of release. He wasn't going to last long and the image of Arya's fingers losing themselves into her shorts was enough to make him mad.
"Are you ready for me Arya? Come on Baby, tell me how you feel"
"I'm … I'm soaked Gendry…"—
"Fuck Ar you're so ready for me Baby! Remember I'm right there with you. Touch yourself Baby. Think about my hands. I want to be with you so much! I'm gripping your hips baby. I need to taste you. Slide a finger inside you…"
Arya was moaning, her hips started to move with a tantalizing rhythm as her back arched to the feeling of her fingers exploring herself.
"That's it Baby, feel you, feel me. I'm so hard for you right now" He was jerking himself so hard it was painful.
"Gendry…"—She was frantically moaning his name. They were both close so he was going to have to finish them off.
"Put another finger inside yourself Baby. Are you wet? I want to lick you all over and make you scream. Do you want that Arya?"
Arya couldn't even respond him. She was making garbled noises and was moving her hands with a frantic rhythm.
"I'm close Baby. I need you to cum for me… I want to lick you clean with my tongue and bite your clit while my name is on your mouth. Do you want that? Me, inside your thighs? Come on Arya, give it to me…"
On cue Arya moaned and came while screaming his name and plopping lifeless on the bed. Gendry followed her by furiously jerking off like a hormone filled teenager that just sat through an entire cheer-leading practice.
"FUCK I needed that!..." He yelled completely sated. Not even under the same room, let alone touching; Arya made him feel like he just discovered sex.
"True dat!"—Arya giggled. She laid on her bed with her hair sprawled across her pillow, a light spread of sweat covered her forehead while her face was flushed and her lips were red and plumped after she bit them too hard. She was too beautiful for her own good; Gendry thought.
She's amazing; I want to be with her for the rest of my life…
Completely lost in thought gawking at her, letting her get her breath back together; Gendry didn't realize Arya had fallen asleep. He felt the urge to run to her house not to have his way with her (not that he didn't want to) but to tuck her under the covers and hold her in his arms. To be able to feel her body against his and smell her scent that was buried in his brain.
Tomorrow was another day and they would definitely have to talk about what just happened but just for tonight he was happy, even if she wasn't in his arms.
Arya slept soundly all through the night. She never found out that Gendry didn't disconnect the call and that he spent the night looking at her, gazing at her and at far; loving her like no one had loved her before.
Sooooooooooooo nervous about this one. Hope you like it.
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There was a little Inception quote; I love that movie!
Song: What Would Happen? By Meredith Brooks.
FYI: New song chapter will be A Place to Hide by White Lies.
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XOXO