Hello people! I want to say is that I'm mainly a Gendrya shipper, but Jaqen/Arya shippers deserve some love and joy too ;) Don't you all think so?

The week had passed quickly and without any incidents. There was peace and quiet in Winterfell, but everyone was a little sad. The reason was that Sandor and Sansa were finally going to move to the Dreadfort, to rule that castle as lord and lady after the fall of the Boltons. Sansa was happy because she was starting a new life away with her husband, but she was also sad because she didn't want to say goodbye to her siblings.

Arya had no idea wether if she was going with then, or staying. Winterfell was home for her, it had always been, and she had wanted so badly to rerun to it fir such a long time! But she didn't want to say goodbye to Sansa, no more than she wanted to say good bye to Bran or Rickon or Jon.

Jon was leaving in a day. He and Ygritte had only come to Winterfell for Sansa's wedding to Sandor, and they had been constantly postponing the day of going back home to Dragonstone. They couldn't do that anymore, they needed to be back there. A castle can not be left alone unprotected for long without its lord and lady. Arya wanted to go with them, she had never seen Dragonstone, but they had told her that it would have to be another time and that they would take her with then the next time that they came visiting.

Arya hated goodbyes. She hadn't minded them when she was younger, but after the war, it hurt to be separated from her family. Having to choose between leaving Winterfell or going to the Deeadfort with Sandor and Sansa was stressing her, and she decided to forget that stress and relax with a hot bath. Maybe the warm water would help her make a decision.

The streams of hot water that came from the earth underneath Winterfell and went through its walls and kept the castle warm also served to provide water for the baths. Arya's maids filled her bathtub with the steaming water and left her alone at her command. Once they closed the doer behind them, Arya started getting rid of her clothes and she tossed carelessly them on the floor, and then she enered the hot bathtub, sinking into the water. Its warmth immediatly relaxed her muscles, which were also sore from training with the men in the courtyard, and it felt good. Her head rested on the tub, and she closed her eyes, allowing hersel to doze off for a little bit. Her wet dark hair was floating around her.

Arya was almost falling asleep when she ears someone knocking on the door three times. Se opened only one eye an stare at the door, having no idea who it might be. It could be her maids, or her sister, or one of her brothers maybe. It could not be Gendry, for she hadn't spoken to him dueing the entire week, and he hadn't tried to approach her either. Arya didn't know if that satisfied or angered her.

"Who is it?" she said, closing her eyes again.

No one answered. Instead, she heard the door opening and closing again, and careful, slow steps. A man's steps. She felt uneasy and observed, and she opened her eyes again. She almost jumped off the bathtub, startled.

It was Jaqen, who had entered her room univited and was now watching her inside the bathtub. Not that he could see anything, beside Arya's long dark hair was covering her womanly body.

"What are you doing here?" she asked, but she was not angered like any other woman would have been. She had just been startled at first, nothing else. Still, she could not ignore the fact that there was a grown man watching her naked inside a bathtub in her room.

"A girl must not worry about a man" Jaqen said, obviously knowing what she wad thinking. "A man is not going to hurt a girl."

"Yet a man must know how unapropiate it is to watch a girl while she bathes" Arya pointed out. Jaqen smiled.

"Since when does a girl care about what's proper?"

Fair enough. She didn't. Really, she couldn't care less that Jaqen was there in her room. She relaxed again under the water, and started toting with her leg and foot, splashing a little bit.

"You haven't answered me" she said, no longer looking at Jaqen in the eye. "What are you doing here?"

"A man wanted to talk to a girl. A man wanted to know what had a girl decided. To leave, or to stay?"

"I don't know what I'm going to do" she admitted, raising her knee above the water. "Why do you want to know?"

"So that a man can make plans."

"Plans for what?"

"A man needs to decide what to do with his life too. A man needs to decide if he is going back to Braavos or if he is lingering in Westeros for a while longer."

"You want to stay?" Arya was surprised by that, but she didn't want Jaqen to leave yet, not really. She had just realized that.

Jaqen shrugged. "A man likes it here. He enjoys the company of a girl. A girl that is going to get wrinkles like a crone if she lingers in the wanted any longer."

He was right, and the water had starte to get colder, though it was still warm and enjoyable. Arya looked around to search for the sponge. She sighed; she had left it on the stool. She reached for it with her arm, but she couldn't get a hold of it.

"Jaqen, could you please...?"

But Jaqen had already walke over towards the stool and he grabbed the sponge. Arya muttered a soft "thanks" and reached her hand out to take te sponge from Jaqen, but he didn't give it to her. Se frowned when he kneeled behind the bathtub, right behind her. She shot jim a puzzles look.

"Jaqen, what are you doing...?"

"A girl is tired. A girl needs to relax. Maybe a man can help?"

"I-I don't think that's-"

"A girl has nothing to worry about" he repeated, and his deep eyes stared back at her with such intensity that she felt she was shaking. "Or doesn't a girl trust a man?"

"I do trust you" she said, and it was true. Jaqen had watched over her for such a long time and made sure she was alright even though she didn't know it at the time, it was unlikely that he was going to do anything bad to her now. She turned her head around and let it rest again on the tub, and she closed her eyes. Her arms rested on the side of the bathtub, and she let out a long sigh.

She shivered when the sponge, guided by Jaqen's hand, touched the skin of her neck. Jaqen had previously sumerged it in the water, so it was warm and wet, and he gently scrubbed Arya's skin with it. He moved it over bith her arm and then down to her tummy, under the water.

If my sibling or Jon find out... she starte thinking, but then she stopped, realizing something. Jon had been north of the Wall doing the Gods knew what with Ygritte; Sansa had been doing such extremelly unproper things with Sandor that she ended up pregnant; and Rickon was too young to even be escandalized by anything. The only problem could be Bran, but he knew Arya well enough to know that would do whateer he wanted.

And right now, she was really enjoying the fact that Jaquen H'ghar was giving her a bath.

Her lips curled up in a small smile, and Jaqen noticed.

"Is a girl enjoying herself?" he almost chucked, which was funny coming from Jaqen, the dangerous assassin.

"A man could say so, yes."

It was true, she was loving the fact that she could just relax and get a good bath without even having to lift a finger. So what if Jaqen was a man? Arya didn't feel embarrassed at all. Her hair covered her breasts, and her legs were crossed so her womanly parts were not exposed. And anyways, she very much doubted that a man like Jaqen would feel interest in...

"Oh!" she suddenly moaned. Yes, she moaned. Because Jaqen had passed the sponge painfully slowly over her left breast. She stirred in the water, and she opened her eyes just a bit. "Jaqen...?"

"Shh..." he hushed her. "A girl must not be afraid."

She wasn't. She was confused. Very confused. But again, she relaxed, and though she did not want to, she couldn;t help but moan softly when she sponge brushed her breast again this time going in the opposite direction. The sponge had moved her hair out of the way, and know her breast was fully exposed, and her nipples hardened. Not only that, but she also felt an ache in her womanly parts.

She heard Jaqen's voice again very close to her ear.

"A girl has become very beautiful..." he was saying in an incredibly soft and deep voice, almost like a cat's purr. "A girl is no longer a girl, but a woman instead..."

He moved the sponge down to her waist, while his left hand entered the bathtub and touched the skin of her side, making Arya shiver again.

What is happening to me?

She didn't know, but whatever it was, it felt really good. She didn't want to stop Jaqen's wandering hand, however awkward it seemed. The man's hand travelled up the side of her body, sending sparks all over her nerves, and then his fingers gently brushed the sensitive skin of her exposed breast...

...at the same time that the hand that held the sponge reached inside her thighs, where the place between her legs was pulsing furiously.

Practically without realizing it, Arya moaned even louder than before and her back arched, raising her upper bod out of the water.

"Have you seen Lady Arya anywhere?" Gendry asked one of Winterfell's servants, who was the first person that he encountered in the hallways.

"Lady Arya is in her chambers" the servant said. Gendry started heading there without even blinking.

He needed to see Arya, he needed to see her now. He hadn't had the courage before, but there was something that he needed to tell her. He had been about to do so the grist day that he set foot in Winterfell, but he had been too much of a coward. He needed to stop that, and tell her the truth. She thought he hadn't gone with her to the Twins because he had betrayed her, because he didn't care about her. Lies! It was time that Arya knew the real reasons.

It was all because of that Red Woman and what she had done years ago. That was the real reason, it was all his fault. His fault only... He felt like shit everytime that he looked at Arya precisely for that.

He knew where her room was, it was next to the room where he had stayed the frat night that be was there. Arya had fallen asleep in his arms, and it had been perfect. He had never felt better in his life, and he wished he could go back to that day and make different decisions. He wanted to do everything right.

He hoped it wasn't already too late to try to at least make the right decisions now.

Arya quickly grabbed Jaqen's arm, stopping it's movement. Her eyes were wide open.

"What- what are you doing?"

Jaqen had his eyebrows raised.

"Don't be afraid, lovely girl."

"I'm not afraid!" she wasn't, but all that was just so strange. What was happening! Why was Jaqen behaving that way! Arya had heard that men did things like that to please woman, but who would want to please her?! And specially Jaqen?

"Then relax, and a man will do the rest."

She did as told, because she was loving the strange sensations that Jaqen's touch was giving her, and judging by Jaqen's expression, he was enjoying doing that. So she closed her eyes, and Jaqen's left hand squeezed her breast, while the fingers on his right hand caressed her between her legs. Arya didn't understand, why was that so pleasuring?!

"Seven bloody-"

"Does a girl want a piece of advice from a man?" Jaqen whispered in her ear.

"Yes..."

"A lovely girl must never let her guard down. Bad things could happen."

Before she could ask what that meant, Jaqen's right hand raised from the water and abandoned the bathtub, and a second later she felt the cold bite of steel on her neck. She opened her eyes. There was a dagger pressing against her skin.

Yes, he would tell Arya the truth, and she would understand him and everything would go back to the things they were before. Or not, maybe shecould hate him and think he wasseven a bigger coward. Who cared?! Yes, he cared, the thought that Arya would hate him forever was killing him, but she deserved to know the truth! She needed to know his secret!

It was now or never.

He finally reached the hallway in which her room was. He could see the closed door. He took a deep breath, he was ready.

He approached the door...

I knew there was something going on here she though bitterly, unable to move.

"What are you doing?" she hissed. Her voice was shaky, both beause she was angry, and because pleasure was still lingering in that sensitive spot. Besides, Jaqen's hand was still on her breast.

"A man is teaching a girl a lesson" he simply said. "A man has no intention of harming a girl, but a girl could get in trouble with someone else."

She hit the water with her hand, splashing Jaqen full in the face, soaking him. Some water got in his eyes, so he pulled away from her and he took the knife away from her face, moment that she used to get out of the bathtub and to take Jaqen's knife away from his hand. He pointed at him with it, and looked at him defiantly.

"Maybe they will be the ones that get in trouble with me" she muttered.

Jaqen smiled, which made Arya realize that he was going to make a move. She was right; he grabbed the arm with which she held the knife, so she let go of it and the weapon fell to the floor. She pushed Jaqen with her free hand and he hit the bed with the back of his legs. He pulled Arya with him and turned around, so Arya ended up lying on her back on te bed, with Jaqen on too of her. Almost before even realizing this, she slammed her knee between his legs, and his face twisted with pain. Arya used the distraction to roll over, so Jaqen ended up with his back on the bed, and Arya was on top of him, victorious.

"See?" she said, breathless. "It is a man that could get in trouble, not a girl..."

Their faces were terribly close, merely inches apart, and their eyes were fixed on each other's. Arya started feeling funny again, because she had just realized what their situation was. Jaqen was lying on his back on her bed, and she was on top of him, with her legs at his sides, and she was completelly naked. Jaqen was wearing normal clothes, breeches and a tunic, and she could feel him under the thin layers.

Her face turned dark red with embarrassment when she realized that what she was feeling directly underneath her (because she was sitting right on it) was his manhood. And it was hard. Very hard.

She turned an even darker shade of red, but she didn't take her eyes away from Jaqen's, which were filled with... Was that lust? No, it couldn't be. It definitelly wasn't.

She tried to move away, but Jaqen's arms moved quickly and he out them around her, pulling her closer and pressing her body completelly against his. Arya felt her face burning.

She looked down at his lips. They were so close. Her own lips almost touched his...

... The door opened suddenly, and Arya turned her face towards the door, startled. She thought that she would have to start making up a excuse for her intimate position with Jaqen to her family, and she was about to start speaking when suddendly she froze. Much to her horror, it wasn't her family on the door.

It was Gendry.

The boy looked shocked at first. Then angered, furious, scary. Then he just looked like he had been sent to the Seventh Hell. It wasn't pain, or sadness in his eyes. It was missery what had installed itself in them.

"Gendry..." Arya started saying. Gendry just shook his head, muttering sinethig under his breath, and then slammed the door shut.

Arya and Jaqen were left alone again in complete silence. A few seconds that seemed like an eternity passed before Arya was able to react.

"Gendry!" she exclaimed, but it sounded more like a cry.

She pushed herself away from Jaqen and raced to put some ckothes on her. She forgot about the smallclothes, pulling a pair of breeches (she usually wore those instead of dresses) and throwing a tunic over herself. She ran towards the door.

"Lovely girl..."

"Shut up" she snapped as she opened the door and ran into the hallway, chasing after Gendry.