Happy New Year, people! ^.^ (A bit late, but still!)

As you can see, I had a major case of writer's block. I got inspiration for this chapter on the scene from the Tudors where Henry Tudor and Anne Boleyn dance a Volta and then things get hot.

Sorry for the long wait, enjoy!

I also want to say thank you to my new beta, DGMSilverAirHead03, because she is awesome!

When they finished saying their vows, Gendry cupped Arya's face with the hand that was not tied to hers, and she placed her free hand on his chest, and they sealed their marriage with a kiss. As soon as their lips touched, the whole Sept exploded with thunderous applause for the newlyweds. Arya and Gendry just ignored them, lost in each other. The kiss was pure and chaste, but it made them feel as one, connected. Only they mattered, as if they were alone in the Sept…

And then, slowly, they broke off the kiss, they opened their eyes, and they stared at each other. Arya was at a loss of words and felt that she could even hardly breathe, but Gendry immediately broke into a radiant smile. His happiness was contagious, and in less than two seconds, Arya found herself smiling as well.

They turned to the side to face all the people that were inside the Sept to celebrate their wedding with them. Applauding at a wedding wasn't a common thing in Westeros, but the Stark family was already well known all over the Realm for their habit of doing things as they wanted to do them. Arya smiled brightly at her family; Sansa, Bran, Rickon, Jon, Sandor and Ygritte. Gendry also smiled at his new family, and they all bowed their heads with a bright smile on their faces, welcoming him into the family as a new member, as they had done not so long ago with Ygritte and Sandor.

The Septon took the white ribbon away fromtheir hands. However, Gendry didn't let go of Arya's hand, and she didn't seem to mind. They weren't going to let go of each other in a very long time…

They took a few steps forward, and the Starks, Cleganes and Targaryens came forth to greet them. The first person that Arya hugged was Sansa, while Gendry accepted friendly pats in the back from the males in the family. Then, all the boys just stared at the two sisters who were still hugging each other. It didn't look like Sansa had any intention of letting go of Sansa, so Sandor approached her slowly from the aide and put a hand on his wife's shoulder.

"Come on, little bird, let your sister breathe! I'm sure her husband wants her now."

Sansa gasped and immediately released Arya from her death grip and then she smiled nervously.

"Sure! Oh, sorry," he said, still smiling, and she wiped a happy tear away from her eye. Arya smiled too and looked at her sister tenderly. Then she gave a quick hug to her good-brother. Sandor looked stunned and surprised, and froze for a second, but then he relaxedand awkwardly put his arms around the small girl. Then Arya let go of him and went on to hug her brothers.

Jon was the closest one to her, so he got the first hug, then followed Bran and Rickon. Then she returned to her new husband's side, and they made it outside the crowded Sept. They walked to the main hall of Winterfell, where the feast was going to be served in their honor, and they were followed by their family and the lords and ladies and knights and all the other people who had been waiting outside the Sept during their wedding. The main hall was crowded, and filled with people, music and laugher, just as it had been during Sansa's and Sandor's wedding. Bran, as Lord of Winterfell, sat in the center of the highest table, but this time it was Arya who sat at his right, and Gendry at hers.

They were served course after course after course of food, each one more delicious than the previous. Even though it was winter in Westeros, the Stark family did not lack wealth after the war. They had become one of the richest families in the Realm because of their association with the Queen and the fact that it was the Stark girls that helped the Queen win the battle at King's Landing. The music never stopped, the wine and ale always filled their cups and goblets, and everything was perfect. After some time, when many people where happy and a bit drunk already, they started dancing in the center if the hall, and more and more people kept joining them. At some point, Sansa managed to make her husband dancewith her. Arya couldn't stop laughing from her seat because she had never seen such an image as that one before. Sansa, all gracious and elegant and perfect in all of her moves, and Sandor... he didn't know the first thing about dancing, even after spending all that time with his wife! He was so awkward andscared; he kept crashing against people and stepping on feet! Many people were about to complain, until they turned around and saw that it was the Hound, and the color left their faces and they kept their mouths shout.

Gendry was highly amused seeing Arya laughing with that spectacle.

"You do enjoy watching people suffer," he commented with a grin.

"Me? I don't see anyone suffering!"

"I beg to differ. Poor Clegane is having an awful time."

"At least he has Sansa!"

"Aye... And I have you," Gendry whispered in Arya's ear, making her shiver. She blushed furiously and she didn't know why, but then Gendry whispered again in her ear: "I can't wait for the feast to be over..."

Arya felt her cheeks burning. She was sure that if anyone looked at her face at that moment they would think that she looked like a giant tomato. She felt so embarrassed, but at the same time she felt an excitement in the put of her stomach that she had never felt before. Gendry raised his hand and moved her curls away from her neck, exposing it and softly caressing her skin with his finger. Arya felt a chill going down her spine again, and she shivered.

"Gendry..." she whispered.

"Arya..." she could practically feel his lips touching her earlobe, his hot breath against her skin...

"Gendry, the whole hall is watching..."

"So? Let them look! You are my wife!" Gendry said, still with a happy grin on his face.

His wife. It was such a strange thing to hear!Never in her life had Arya thought that she would become anyone's wife, and now there she was, attending her wedding feast, sitting beside her husband, the man she loved. She was Gendry's wife, and he was her husband, and it felt... Strange. But it also felt so good. So right! It felt as right as holding Needle had felt when she was younger! Above all, it felt natural, and she really liked that.

They heard someone coughing at their side, and Gendry put some distance between his face and Arya's before they both turned their heads and saw that Bran had been the one coughing. He was staring at them from his high chair and he was also smiling, happy to see his older sister and his good-brother so happy.

"Lord Baratheon," he said, aware of how uncomfortable hearing his title made Gendry, "perhaps you should dance with my sister?"

Arya's jaw dropped, indignant. How dare her own brother make her dance?! However, she didn't complain much when her husband smiled and stood up from his chair, offering his hand to her to help her up. Arya never accepted any courtesies, but Gendry was different, so she took his hand and stood up and followed him to the center of the great hall, where everyone else was dancing. Arya remembered the night of her sister's wedding, when Jon had made her dance with him and afterwards Gendry had appeared in the castle. It had been in that exact same place, that same hall, on a rainy night many months ago. So much had happened since then! It seemed that it all had happened ages ago, and it was hard to believe that so many things were different. But different was good. It was a kind of different that made them happy.

Gendry pulled Arya close to his body and lead her in the dance. Neither of them were very gracious dancers; in fact, Gendry had only started dancing not long ago, and Arya had never cared much about it because it was alady's thing, but they had their fun dancing together on their wedding day so they didn't mind their clumsiness and awkwardness, and neither did the people that they crashed against.

Never minding their clumsiness, they were having a great time with each other, dancing and laughing. Soon they lost track of time, and multiple songs had played and suddenly all stopped. They did notice that the people had stopped dancing and that that the music had ceased, so they stopped as well. Bran had raised his hand in the air, claiming everyone's attention to make an announcement. At first Arya and Gendry were confused, but then they recognized the smirk in the young Lord's face, and both of them paled immediately.

"Oh no," Arya muttered, horrified.

"Damn," Gendry swore under his breath, looking at his good-brother with his eyes wide open.

Bran raised his cup.

"Time for the bedding!"

Arya was having a flashback from her sister's wedding. It was the second bedding ceremony that she had ever seen, but she hadn't minded it much. Now, on the other hand, she was about to experience it herself, and her face was burning with embarrassment. It was certainly a moment that she had not been looking forward to. She looked at the happily roaring Northmen around her that were approaching her to proceed with the ceremony, and the giggling ladies were almost jumping over Gendry. Arya couldn't see him cause she was too distracted trying to find a way to get rid of the men; she wasn't too enthusiastic about the bedding ceremony. She didn't want to do it. One of the men grabbed her arm, not in an ungentle or harsh way, but she wanted to punch them all in the face. She didn't want any bloody Northern lords carrying her to her marriage bed and stripping her of her dress in that barbaric and ridiculous ceremony! Furious, she made a mental note to herself to beat Bran into a bloody pulp in the morning. She could still see her younger brother's smirk, and she wanted to run up to him and strangle him.

Suddenly, someone put a hand on her shoulder and the lord that had been holding her arm let her go. Arya turned her head around and saw with great satisfaction that the owner of the hand was her husband, who had managed to get rid of the giggling ladies (Arya was so glad that Sansa wasn't one of them... And that Sandor wasn't one of the lords!). Gendry stared at all the Northmen with deep, serious eyes, and pulled his wife closer to him.

"My lords, I think there is no need for a bedding ceremony. I'm pretty sure I can carry my wife to our chambers by myself just fine."

Arya was impressed with the improvement that Gendry was making in the way that he behaved around highborn folks lately. He was taking his education seriously, and though he still had much to learn and he could be a stubborn bull sometimes, he was quite charming and his voice was firm. He almost didn't talk like a commoner anymore. Once he spoke, the lords nodded their heads, quite disappointed that there wasn't going to be a bedding ceremony, but unwilling to argue with Lord Baratheon. Arya saw her brother Bran rolling his eyes, but smirking still, accepting that they had won, and she smiled as well. Then she locked her eyes on her husband's and without further notice, Gendry took her in his arms and carried her away, leaving the great hall and walking through the hallways towards their chambers...

Arya's heart started beating very fast, but she was still smiling.

"I'm surprised you didn't want a bedding ceremony. It's quite a common tradition here in the North," she commented, almost in a whisper. It was dark in the hallway, it was almost the hour of the wolf and few torches illuminated the stone hallways, but she could see Gendry's face perfectly fine. He was smiling sweetly. Arya put her arms around her neck to have a better hold of him while he carried her, and to be closer to him.

"Well, I don't care if it's a tradition. Neither you nor I follow them much, m'lady," he said then, using his former commoner accent to address her, as always.

"Do not call me-!" Arya had started to protest, but Gendry interrupted her before she could finish.

"And I did not want to share your beauty with anyone else," he declared. "I would have started throwing punches as soon as they started taking your clothes off, and that's not a proper thing to do on our wedding night!"

Arya chuckled. She rarely laughed, but she couldn't help it at that moment.

"I've heard that my father said something similar the day he was wed to my mother," she said, and suddenly her voice was a bit raw. She would have liked it if her parents had been there with her on that day...

Gendry detected the sadness in her voice and face and pressed his lips against her forehead. As soon as he did that, a happy smile on Arya's face once again, and he walked the rest of the way in silence, still carrying his beloved wife in his strong arms.

The chamber that they had chosen was the one Gendry had stayed in when he had first arrived at Winterfell, where Arya had stayed with him and slept by his side. Gendry had been extremely happy that day, unable to believe that after all these years he was finally reunited with Arya. He had travelled through the whole country for her, and now she was his wife...

Gendry put Arya down on the floor, on her feet, and they just stood still for a few moments of silence, staring deeply into each other's eyes. If Arya's heart had been beating fast before, itmust be trying to burst from her chest now. This was the moment that they had been waiting for... And she couldn't stop feeling the strangest sensation in the pit of her stomach. She blushed, her face turning a deep scarlet color. Gendry's face did the same, and he smiled shyly. Neither one of them said a single word for a moment. They both knew what was going to happen, and they desired it.

Then, Gendry took a step forward. Arya held her breath as her husband raised his hand and softly caressed her face, tracing his fingers lightly over her cheek. He lowered his hand, barely touching her neck and then her shoulder... He took a second step forward,closing the distance almost completely. He caressed Arya's waist and hip slowly (it was torture and made Arya take deep shudderingbreaths) and then he moved that hand to her back and gently took the laces of the dress with his fingers. With his other hand he took her chin and carefully raised her head so that she was looking directly at his eyes. Their faces were very close, almost touching. Arya could feel Gendry's hot breath falling down on her, smelling slightly of wine. It was intoxicating...

"I believe..." Gendry whispered while he slowly pulled the laces, unpacking the back of the dress, "that you won't be needing this anymore..."

As soon as the dress was completely unlaced, Gendry leaned in to kiss Arya, and she reached out with her arms, not-so-gently grabbing the black hair of the back of his head, and pulled him down to meet his lips with a passionate kiss. It felt as if an explosion of wildfire. They felt flames burning their skin as their lips moved and their tongues danced together passionately. Gendry caressed the bare skin ofArya's back and she moved her fingers through his hair, provoking a deep groan in the back of each other's throats. Arya was starting to feel that same burning inside of her, lust and desire growing stronger within her as each second passed by. She separated all of a sudden from Gendry, breaking their kiss, and she used the moment to take a good look at him. Both their lips were red and swollen, and Arya was delighted when she saw Gendry's eyes dilated and filled with the same desperate hunger that she was feeling. He was hungry as a starving mad beast... for her.

She felt bold inside. It was a different kind of bold than ever before. While in the past she only wanted to pick up a sword and fight, and that made her feel fierce, she felt another kind of fierceness there, with her husband, near their marriage bed... And she wasn't going to hold back.

Without a second thought, she pushed Gendry towards the wall. The man gasped, surprised, but he didn't say anything. He watched inexcitement as his bride pushed the sleeves of the dress off her shoulders, and the wedding gown slid down her body towards the floor. Arya stepped out of the dress, clothed in onlyher small clothes and shoes. She grinned with pleasure when Gendry's eyes became even wider and explored Arya's partial nudity. Although he had already seen her naked before, under more... displeasing... circumstances, this was completely different. This was all for him. She was his, and he was hers. Arya felt her heart beating faster when she saw Gendry's eyes darkening up with heightened desire. Still grinning, she approached him and pressed her almost entirely naked body against his warm, hard clothed body. Gendry recognized the silent command in his bride's grey eyes, and he took off his doublet, throwing it carelessly to the floor. He was only wearing a thin, white tunic underneath. Arya playfully pawed at it.

"And I think we can dispose of this as well," she said before tearing it apart and exposing Gendry's powerfully muscular chest. Instead of being mad about his ruined tunic, Gendry smiled.

"I've been told it's uncommon to come across a bride so fierce on her bedding," he said.

Arya shrugged. "I'm not like other women."

Gendry laughed, pleased, and he shook his head from side to side. His eyes never left Arya's.

"No... That you are not."

He kissed her again then. She explored his powerful chest, caressing his skin and he got rid of the torn clothes. As soon as his upper body was completely bared he moved his hands to his breeches. Gendry was so excited and so nervous that he clumsily got his fingers tangled, but he managed to unlaced his breeches and then he took them off, standing only in his small clothes, just like Arya.

They were still kissing when all of a sudden Gendry picked Arya up, putting her legs around his waist and his arms around her own, and then he turned around and it was Arya's back slammed against the wall. A sound that was a mixture of pain and pleasure escaped her, making her mouth part from Gendry's and she pulled her head back, exposing her neck and arching her back. Gendry kissed her neck passionately, biting a little bit, and then he sucked hard on her skin. Arya moaned, and when Gendry pulled away from her neck there was a dark red mark on her skin. Gendry looked pretty satisfied with it, viewing it as his personal mark on Arya, claiming her as his, only his...

Then he kissed and did the same thing to the other side of her neck, and one of his hands covered one of her breasts and squeezed it. Arya moaned when Gendry did that and she pressed her legs harder around his body. That was when she could feel it through their smallclothes, his rock-hard manhood. She felt a jolt of pleasure shaking her body, and another moan escaped her throat. She felt her woman's place wet and pulsing, and she started having the most inappropriate thoughts wandering through her mind... She just wanted Gendry, all of him, and she wanted him now...

"Gendry," she tried to say in a normal voice, but his name came out of her mouth in the form of a moan... That only incited Gendry to keep torturing her even more.

His lips abandoned her neck, and right when she thought that he was going to kiss her lips again, his mouth found her right nipple (he was still squeezing her right breast with his hand) and licked it with his tongue. The sensation that it provoked her was so intense that she almost screamed out in pleasure.

Seven hells! Marriage was better than she had ever imagined!

Once again she tangled her fingers in Gendry's hair, pulling at his black locks, desperate to get a hold of something. She felt like she was melting. Gendry bit her nipple, at first gently, and then a bit harder in a way that was almost painful but not quite, and this time it did make Arya scream. Gendry kept biting and licking her nipple, and his rock-hard manhood (with was aching terribly inside his smallclothes) kept rubbing against her woman's place, and it was driving her crazy!

She wanted him. Now.

"Gendry..." she moaned again, pulling harder from his hair. "Gendry!"

"Uh-huh?" he mumbled, the sound muffled against her breast.

"Take me to the bed..." she begged, feeling desperate and wanton.

"Just one second..." Gendry murmured, parting his mouth from her breast for a brief moment before going back to his task...

However, Arya was not one to wait. She had waited long enough already, and all the sensations that she was now feeling were driving her completely crazy. She felt like she was going to explode at any moment.

Gendry wasn't listening to her, so, in the midst of her passion, she dug her sharp nails into his skin at the top of his back and dragged them down all the way to his bottom, scratching his back. Gendry pulled his head back, grunting in pain and pleasure. His eyes were wide andArya's eyes were smoldering like burning flames.

"Now," she hissed. This time, Gendry grinned and obeyed.

He took Arya away from the cold stone wall, approached the bed, and threw Arya on top of it. It took the breath out of her, and before sherecovered and could move again, Gendry crawled on top of her, hooked his fingers inside her smallclothes and took them off in one single, quick movement. He threw them to the floor with the rest of their clothes and then he could finally see Arya completely naked, sprawled over the bed with her legs open for him. It was just then when Arya felt a little nervous, and her belly twisted. She blushed;she didn't do that often, but at that moment she was as red as a tomato. It wasn't the first time that a man saw her completely naked, but this... this was different. This was Gendry.

Gendry blushed as well when he saw his bride completely nude in front of him. He, too, was becoming a bit shy, but nothing couldextinguish the flame of passion, lust, and joy that burned hot inside his chest.

He took off his smallclothes then, and he threw them away with all the rest of the clothes. It was Arya's turn for her eyes to grow wide. She had seen naked men before, and she knew what their manhoods looked like... But Gendry's was so much better, big and thick and erect. She wanted it inside her, filling her. Gendry's eyes were still fixed solely on Arya, and he felt as if his heart was about to come popping out of his mouth. Slowly, very slowly, he laid himself on top of her, taking care to not crushing her... Arya could also sense his nervousness, and that somehow calmed her a bit.

"What?" She asked him when he gulped. "Are you nervous?"

"I..." He hesitated, then he laughed under his breath. "This is all new to me."

Arya raised an eyebrow, skeptically. Did he seriously expect her to believe that? She didn't have precisely a short memory...

"Liar," she said, though not angry nor bitterly. "You've already done this before!"

Gendry rolled his eyes and laughed again, more nervously that time.

"Well, being technically raped by a witch that wanted to distract me before feeding me to leeches isn't exactly a glorious first time, you know," he said sarcastically, making Arya laugh too.

Arya wanted to mock him and call him stupid, like she always used to, but she didn't because at that moment Gendry locked his lips with hers. The kiss was gentler and sweeter than the ones before, and it served to take their shyness away. A few moments later, the boldness that had been in both of them moment ago came back to them.

Arya gasped when she felt the tip of Gendry's leaking manhood at her entrance. She felt butterflies in her stomach, and she kept kissing Gendry. When he started pushing and penetrating her she felt a little bit of discomfort, but just a little bit. There wasn't pain or ache, unless what she had been told that she would feel the first time. There was just a slight resistance of her tight walls against Gendry's big member, but nothing else. When it reached her maidenhead and tore through it, it felt like the prick of a needle. Even though she did not cry out in pain nor whimpered nor gasped, Gendry did feel that he had just torn through her maidenhead, and he looked surprised for some reason. Arya did not understand his surprise, but suddenly Gendry's expression was full of delight and the next moment he was kissing Arya passionately and feverishly, parting her lips with his tongue and twirling it with her own.

"Let me know if I hurt you" he whispered when he parted from her to catch his breath. She nodded, and she threw her arms around his neck, pulling him closer.

Then Gendry started moving in and out of Arya, making her moan. There was still a bit of discomfort the first two or three times, but then it was gone, and it was replaced entirely by pleasure. Arya moaned against Gendry's mouth and moved her hips closer to his, urging him to go faster. He did as she wanted, and started moving his hips at a faster pace. She kept urging him to go faster until it got to the point when they couldn't kiss anymore because they were completely out of breath.

The bed was hitting the stone wall behind it, making loud noises. That noise was accompanied by the groans and moans of pleasure that kept escaping Arya's and Gendry's mouths. They were sure that they could be heard down the entire hall, but they didn't care.

Arya grabbed Gendry's shoulders then, and she forced him to move to the side and lie on his back. By doing so, his scratched (and probably bleeding) back came in contact with the sheets and he hissed in pain. Arya didn't mind him. She was feeling fierce and bold again, and she felt that she knew what she had to do. She aligned her womanhood on top of Gendry's manhood and then she slid down on it, filling herself with it. She cried out in pleasure and then she started rocking her hips, faster, and faster... She could hear Gendry moan in pleasure and pain too, and that sounds was the most exciting thing that she had ever heard in her life.

At some point, Gendry tried to make her lie down on her back again, but she slapped his hands away when he tried to hold her. He tried a second time but she grabbed his arms and pinned them down to the bed, and she didn't allow him to move as she rode him like a wild horse. Soon they were not moaning anymore; they were screaming. They screamed each other's name over and over again, their voices filling the room around then and echoing den the hall of Winterfell, much to the horror of any poor unfortunate souls who could be listening.

Arya was so lost in her pleasure that she didn't realize it when she loosened her hold on Gendry's arms, allowing him to break free and sit up on the bed. The new position made it difficult for her to move as fast as she had before, and that made her realize what Gendry had done. Gendry had a victorious smile on his face, and in one quick movement he surrounded Arya's tiny waist with one of his arms, pressing her body completely against his, and he put his other hand behind her neck, holding her. She tried to slap his hand away and push him back to the bed again, but he was stronger than her. It was all an intense, passionate game that was making them feel pleasure like never before.

Gendry kissed Arya again, and she, like a good wolf, bit down on his lip and pulled it. Gendry hissed with pleasure, and then he tightened his hold on Arya, pressing her hard down on his erect member, which was basically trapped inside of her. He kept pressing her against hisbody while she tried to move up and down his manhood, which resulted in him sliding inside of her without ever leaving her warm tight walls. Gendry was the first one to resume the screaming, shouting out Arya's name everytime she moved, and Arya screamed every time that her body crashed loudly against Gendry's.

They wouldn't able to last much longer. Arya could feel it inside her, building up... until she finally exploded, and she saw a flash of white in front of her eyes and she felt like the whole world had been turning upside down. She screamed as she peaked, holding on to Gendry's shoulders and digging her fingernails in his skin. Gendry kept moving inside of her just a bit more until he screamed his release. Arya could feel his warm seed filling her all of a sudden, and she felt shivers up and down her spine...

Gendry feel down on his back over the bed again. He grimaced when his scratched back touched the bed sheets again, but he didn't make a sound. He was breathing heavily and sweating, and his eyes were wide open and fixed on the void...

Arya fell on top of him, exhausted. She, too, was breathing hard, and she felt like her brain had shut down for a moment.

That had been... amazing...

She looked at Gendry, unsure of what to say. What was one supposed to say after a moment like that? She had no idea... She wasn't even sure if she could even talk after what had just happened. She felt completely worn out, but she had never felt so good in her entire life.

She didn't need to speak, though. Gendry did it for her. And he only said one sentence, three words, barely whispering them...

"I love you."

Arya smiled when she heard him say that. She moved to be closer to his face, and she cupped it with one of her hands. She looked at his blue eyes for several longs, quiet moments, until she whispered:

"I love you too."

The same smile that she had appeared on Gendry's face. They were both breathing moreeasily now, and once they had the strength for it, they kissed again.

When they parted, Gendry was grinning mischievously.

"Seems like you got your vengeance on your sister," he commented, softly tracing her back with the tips of his fingers.

Arya laughed, knowing what he meant.

"Yes, bloody sure that I did!"

Gendry was still grinning. "How about we make sure that you really got your revenge? As I recall, that was a very long night..." he murmured as he rolled over Arya, pinning her down to the bed under him. She squealed with joy, and they kissed yet again. It wasn't going to be the last time that night.