Return Of The Assassin's Wolf

by YourWorstKeptSecret

Arya has returned to the House of Black and White and Jaqen finds that this turn of events will test his will and his vows like never before. She is back to complete her training after being gone for a year and a half. Her beseechment to return has been accepted by The Elder of the Order, but it comes with a curious request from Arya. Jaqen is to be her sole mentor. FullSummInside

A.N: Guys, I'm not even gonna make any apologies for this one. This is very much a PWP. I think I may be struggling with keeping spicey scenes out of my 'A Heart Of Braavos' story. Slow-burn is not my forte, but a bitch be tryin'! In the meantime, this should sate my need to pepper my stories with spice. Please enjoy :)

Full Summary: Arya has returned to the House of Black and White and Jaqen finds that this turn of events will test his will and his vows like never before. She is back to complete her training after being gone for a year and a half. Her beseechment to return has been accepted by The Elder of the Order, but it comes with a curious request from Arya. Jaqen is to be her sole mentor, she will accept no one else. He finds that this perfectly suits him, but will he be able to hold back his desires until she becomes a master of their ways? Can she? Or will they break a very important rule, that could give them consequences of a dire sort?

Hands gripped hips, as two rolled and pressed as one. Lips met in kisses of heated passion and needy urgency. This was never supposed to happen. This had never been the plan.

But even as they thought this, neither made a move to call a halt to what was happening. They were supposed to stay away from each other, as all are supposed to while in this house. But for them, it seemed an impossible ask, as they continued to see one another each day as they worked and carried out their daily duties. They continued to spar, the excuse having become a vague answer of 'to keep us sharp, nothing more.' Because, after all, they were no longer mentor and student. Both were now masters.

But the sparring was just an excuse to get close to one another. To feel their bodies press against the others, under the guise of something perfectly innocuous. She had returned to him in a most unexpected manner. When she had left, although his heart had broken into a thousand tiny shards, he had thought he would never see her again.

The waif had tried, because of bitter jealousy, to call her a failure. But she was the only one. Most everyone else, elders included, mourned the loss for they knew the dark wolf had had the potential to be one of their best. Just like him. But then twelve and six moons later, she had returned and he had been the one to answer her knock.

"A girl returns a woman, a man sees."

Had been his greeting to her, his expression and tone not once betraying him. Even though his heart had been racing and his mind freezing as he took her in, standing on the steps before him. She had been beautiful. Fully matured and with eyes sharpened with a knowledge of life that could only come from one fully grown. He could see the stark contrast clear as day, between the girl that had left him and the woman that had then stood before him. She was ready now. Ready, completely and utterly, to become no one. This he had known as he knew his heart raced in his chest.

"A woman does return to Braavos, it is true. But she wonders if she will be allowed to return to the fold?"

She had asked him in response. Her voice had now settled into that of a matured woman. Lilting, deep in a seductive manner, and clear as a bell. Aged. Like a fine wine from Dorne. Gods but it had brought a wash of relief to his ears, almost as though he'd been hearing nothing but cacophonous noise since she'd left. But it had stirred something else within him too. Something darkly tempting, that he had no business feeling while standing in the threshold of the House. But it was undeniable and he was not one that lied to himself.

"A woman may be accepted back under this House's roof. But only if she is truly ready to properly avail of its many lessons and training."

He had mused, unable to prevent himself from showing her the half-smile that he knew she enjoyed so much. And it seemed that time had not lessened its impact when it came to this simple gesture from him to her. But rather it had only intensified it, as he watched her steel coloured eyes slip downwards to linger on his lips. Before her tongue, unbidden he was sure, flicked out slightly to run along her own, before she met his gaze again.

What he found swimming in hers was unmistakable to him. As a man, no one or not, he recognised carnal desire in a woman. This fact alone should have prevented him from stepping aside and allowing her to pass him to enter the foyer of the House. Especially when her delicate fingers brushed across his waist as she passed, almost as though the touch was accidental. Although he knew it wasn't, he still allowed her to pass. And as the weirwood door closed heavily behind them, he felt that it was a physical manifestation of final nails in their coffins. But he didn't allow his mind to linger here for long, before he was walking over and coming to a stop behind her. Much closer than he needed to be.

Too close was when his scent and hers blended and settled around them both in a haze. But still he did it. He noticed her almost imperceptible shiver, when she felt his breath brush over the column of her throat as he leaned forward to speak near her ear.

"A woman will still have to make proper beseechment to the Elder. But a man imagines that it needs only be a courtesy."

He had said, his voice taking on a tone that he had not used with a woman in a long time. Not without planning to give her the gift, that is. He was, after all, trained in the art of a male consort and lover. Seduction was one of the finer weapons within a faceless man or woman's arsenal and they were not shy to use it. But it had been many, many years since he had used this tone and volume on a woman that he had not planned to send to the Many-Faced God. But he used it on her. He felt his male ego, again an affront to indulge whilst in the House, soar when the skin of her bare shoulders erupted in goosebumps. But she was undeterred as she spoke.

"A woman will make her beseechment to the Elder. This will not be a problem. But a woman will make a request."

The tone of her words, while at the beginning had sounded matter of fact, changed as she spoke her last sentence. He had felt a lance, as brief as it was, of arousal pierce him. Desirous. She had sounded desirous when she had spoken those final words and he had found his masculine need to claim arise within him. But he controlled himself and his next words. Even though all he wanted to do was grab her shoulders, pull her into him and lay siege to the special spot just back, down and behind her ear, with his lips, teeth and tongue. An area that made any woman, no matter how hardened, quickly begin to melt and become moldable within his hands.

"Bold of a woman to imagine she will be in a place to, given her history. But a man is curious. What would this request be?"

He asked, forcing his lustful thoughts from his mind. Plenty of time to ponder them later and the reason for them, when he was alone and able to freely think. But as soon as he succeeded in settling his mind and his body from the effects of said thoughts, she replied and utterly destroyed his hard work on himself.

"A man. A woman's request will be that she is solely tutored by a man. The one behind her now."

Damn her. Damn her to the seven hells and damn him too for feeling so prideful that she would want to be under him in any sense. Of course, he would rather that she actually be under him, while they were on a bed and their clothes were conveniently gone. And he got ready too…

Mercifully a clearing of a throat had interrupted his rapidly declining thoughts. Looking up from where he was still hovering by her ear, he found the Elder in question. Giving him a smile, as he stepped back a pace or two from the woman, he bowed his head in greeting.

"Elder. It seems a prodigal woman had returned. She wishes to reclaim her position in this House. If an elder would give her leave? She also has a small request for her tutelage? She wishes for a man to be her sole mentor."

He had spoken with an air of unconcerned ease, thankful that he had kept his hands firmly clasped behind his back all this time. It helped to make it appear as though nothing of questionable circumstance had been occurring before the elder had come upon them. But still, he would need to be very careful in how he interacted with this woman, while they were in the House. They did not need rumours flying or either of their commitments questioned.

"An elder greets both a master and a former student warmly. It is a wonderful thing to see a woman so eager to return after such an absence. But an elder is curious. Why does a woman ask for a man to be her sole mentor?"

The elder asked jovially, as he lazily made his way across the foyer towards them. His eyes seemed bright and relaxed. A fair thing for him to take notice of, as the Elder held his position for a reason. He was the best of them. The master of all masters. The one that every person who undertook this following looked towards as inspiration. He was who you strove to model yourself after. The elder was the complete epitome of 'No One'. And he had the skills to match his position and reputation. Which meant he was the equivalent of a human lie detector test. He also saw more in any given situation, than all of them combined.

"And a woman greets an elder with warmth as well. She confesses it is good to see him in good health, after so long away. To answer an elders question. A woman wants a man to be her tutor as she believes him to be the only one capable enough to teach her and have it stick. She wishes to succeed this time, thus she seeks any way that may aid her in that endeavour. A woman would even request tutelage from an Elder himself as well. But she feels that would be a grave insult to him."

He was sure that this is ultimately what had convinced the Elder to give into her whims. Her compliment of his skills combined with her recognition of his position, enough to endear him to her fully once more. Not that she would have had to work particularly hard in that instance, because the Elder had already admired her potential and lusted for it to be added to their ranks. But it probably went a ways to soften his heart to the woman herself. Thus she had joined the House once more. And here they were two revolutions later.

She had approached her lessons with him, with gusto and appetite and had excelled far and above what anyone had imagined. Well, except for him. He had known all along what she was capable of, and had already guessed that she would excel, within two moons of her undertaking her lessons once more. Tonight had been her full initiation into the order, where she had earned her title of 'Master'. He had come to her new room after the celebrations, to give her a personal gift from himself, in recognition of her new position.

It had been a set of beautiful dragon glass daggers, with material claimed from Dragonstone. An expensive commission to be sure, but he hadn't worried. He had plenty coin enough, that although pricey, they had not put much of a dent into his financial standing whatsoever. And it had been worth it to see her expression alone, when she had opened the beautifully wrapped gift and lifted the lid of the box that they had been nestled within. He had spared no expense on the weapons themselves, nor on the packaging and wrapping of them. It was a special occasion and it marked an important milestone in her tenure with their House. But it was also an indicator of his feelings for her. He could not give her a ring as he so truly wanted, but he could give her the daggers and so he had.

They had spent time together then, simply talking and enjoying one another's company. They had sipped wine and snacked on cold meats, fruits and cheeses beside the roaring fire in the hearth. He had shared many stories with her, of different assignments he had undertaken while she had been away and all of the changes within the House since then. Meanwhile, she had shared with him how the battle with the Night King in the North had gone and he had been justly proud when she explained how she had ended his un-life. She had then shared stories of her family while she had been with them and the different relationships that had evolved over time. Some unexpected and some not.

She had even shared with him the disaster of losing her maidenhead. This he had assumed she hadn't necessarily meant to tell him and that it was something that the rich wine had loosened her lips for. But what he hadn't expected was the flash of anger and or jealousy, he wasn't sure which, at the idea of another touching her so intimately. But worse, to fuck it up so terribly. But he had known that it could be a possibility once she left. After all, she hadn't known whether she would live to see the next day, during that time. So it made sense that she would want to experience something like that before she possibly met the God of Death.

But even so, as much as he had rationalised it and settled himself, he had still disliked that she'd had such a Gods awful experience. If it had been with him then it would have been much…he had thought and then promptly ended that line of thinking. They were in the House, he reminded himself, he needed to be no one. He couldn't think like this about her or them. It was an affront to the vows he had taken so long ago and the ones she had taken a scant few hours ago. While within these walls, desires were not allowed. Anything that could threaten the No Oneness was not allowed. To join together as one, was to acknowledge that you had been two before then, which gave an overtone of someoneness that was the antithesis of what they were supposed to be while they walked these halls. So he had shaken himself free of those entrapments and focused on her again, as she told him about her sister, who had married the Hound of all people and that she had recently had a babe.

They had gotten utterly lost in the evening then, immensely enjoying all of the time spent and the fact that they could now talk so openly with one another. She was no longer his student, so he no longer had to hide anything from her. Likewise, she could share things about her life with him, that she had been unable to as an acolyte. Because to share those stories that belonged to her named self, would show that she was not no one. And would be interpreted as her refusing to let go of herself. But he had long since learned, when it came to her? Her past self, was what she built the strength of her no oneness from. It was how she connected the idea of being someone to the idea of being no one. Kind of like her past self was the example of what she shouldn't be. It helped her in other words and so he had encouraged things like this, while they were in private.

But the evening had gotten away with them, as had the wine. They weren't drunk, not in the slightest. But were loosened enough for their judgments to be impaired in a manner that has allowed the next thing to happen naturally. He had stood, getting ready to leave her for the night, when she had stopped him at her door.

"A woman thanks a man. She would not be who she is today, without his assistance. So she wishes for a man to know just how much he is appreciated by a woman. She hopes to always have him in her life in some manner or another."

Those words spoken to him so sincerely and with so much affection had been his undoing. And before he knew or could stop himself, he was pulling her into his body gently and then he was kissing her. Slow and cautious at first, as after all, it was the first time they were kissing. But soon it became more heated as she responded quickly. As the kiss increased in passion and the desire began to build fast and hot, it wasn't long before they found themselves without their clothes and he was picking her up and lying her out across her bed. He thought, errantly, as he settled between her legs and felt his body respond to the sensations within him, that they should be doing this here. Not here. They should be somewhere else.

But they weren't, they were here and they weren't stopping. He should be the voice of reason in this, but as he slipped down her body to taste her for the first time, he knew from the moment the first drop of her touched his tongue, that he was done for. He sighed against her then and her hands slid down to tangle in his now, much longer hair. His hands slid up her body, his fingertips dancing across her skin in a ghostly caress, and then they were running over her breasts and turning them into a playground for his hands. When her sighs became moans, he knew they had definitely reached the point of no return. There was no way this night would end without him buried inside of her. He thought idly, that he was glad he knew how to perfectly brew the tea of prevention, because after tonight? She would need to drink it.

When she gripped his hair and her body tensed, he braced himself for what would come next. He hadn't expected her to last long, not with his tongue. After all, he was thoroughly trained in these matters, as was she now, but the difference between them was that he had opted for the practical element as well. She had not. So her knowledge ended at the theory. She had also explained that she had only lain with a man once and it had been less than perfect. So no, he had not expected her to last against his tantalising assault of her womanhood. But it was how he wanted it, because it meant that her next would not arrive for a while, giving them both plenty of enjoyment to come.

As she exploded over his tongue, he couldn't hold back the growl of masculine conquest as she shook, shuddered and called out below him. Yes. This is what he had wanted, to see her writhe in pure, unfettered bliss beneath him. To hear her call out his name like he was divinity to her. Truly, it was a dream come true for him and as she slowly fell back down to the earth from her high, he rose up on his arms and dragged himself back up her body sensually, ensuring that she felt every pass of each part of their skins that glided against one another. By the time he was face to face with her again, she was shuddering once more, but this time in anticipation and he imagined that her womanhood had renewed in its earlier spasms, though not quite as strong as before. No, these spasms would be her body begging to envelop his manhood. As he palmed himself, to aid in his guiding towards her entrance, he paused when she spoke. The note of nervousness catching him off guard.

"Will– will it hurt…again?"

Her words were shaky and I could see that as much as she desperately wanted me within her now, that she was also worried. I couldn't blame her, after the disaster of her maidenhead claiming by a clumsy, inexperienced boy, it was understandable that she would have this fear. As I bent my head to kiss her softly and in reassurance, I felt my dagger hand twitch in want of the boy's blood. But I pushed this thought away.

"Not this time. A man knows what he's doing, he assures a woman. But aside from that, it will only ever hurt the very first time and never again. Provided the man has done his due diligence beforehand of course. Try and relax the body and mind, a man has a woman and he will make sure she enjoys every moment of this."

She nodded then, before she pulled his head down and kissed of him deep and wantonly. He matched her ardour and sighed into her mouth in bliss, before he guided himself to her entrance and as soon as her tongue entered his mouth, he surged his hips forward in one fluid, smooth motion. The kiss broke then as both partners moaned deep in their throats. Their joining together, something that stole both their breaths and invaded every one of their senses. He released a shuddering breath as her walls settled around him, enveloping him snugly in a way that made it feel as though she was made for him. He felt her nails sink into his shoulders, just a little as she sighed his name. His indication that she was ready and so he pulled back, paused for a moment and then sank deeply within once more.

The pace he kept was slow, steady and deep as he wanted her to feel every inch of him within her, as much as he wanted to feel it. The need and desire was so thick between them, that it made it feel as though they couldn't breathe. Their gasps and moans mingled in the air between them as they moved together, the dancing light of the fire across from her bed, throwing the dusky images of their bodies across the wall that the bed was against. A shadow show of the most intimate sort. The firelight, as it danced across her skin, made her glow warmly beneath him. A veil that only seemed to enhance the beauty of her in his eyes. The picture she presented in her desire was quite unlike that of any woman he had known in this way before. And it felt somehow more intense than he had ever experienced as well.

Her lips spilled words that should never be uttered within these walls. As they were declarations of emotion that made both of them someone and breathed new life into the identities that were supposed to be dead and buried when in this House. But as he listened he found that his defiance was strong and so he allowed her words to continue gracing his ears. His own confessions spilled over her, as their bodies rocked and rolled together in perfect sync with the other. Slipping his hands beneath her back, he pulled her up against him, his body rising to fall back on his legs, giving her control over their movements. She sighed in pleasure as she rested her head in the crook of his neck and shoulder, before with a little help from him to guide her, she began to move on him. Her movements were a little unsure at first, but soon she caught the rhythm and he felt her confidence grow with each sigh, groan or moan that he made. His arms slipped around her waist to pull her tight against him, crushing their bare chests together, before he began to roll up into her, matching her pace.

As the minutes wore on and one, their pace never once changing, he couldn't help but feel as a deep sense of peace flooded his body. His hand coming up to gently pull her head from its resting place at his neck where her sinful moans in his ear made him shudder in sheer unmatched delight. Once she was looking at him, he kissed her bruisingly then, allowing all of his emotions to pour from him and into her. He never wanted this to end and as he allowed his body to fall back, to come to rest on the bed, he encouraged her to start moving just a little bit faster and harder. And she did, interpreting his request properly.

Soon she was bouncing and he was pushing up and it wasn't long until they were completely swept away in the moment and their bodies began to move at a frenzied pace. Gods but he was so close and given the sounds that she was making above him, he felt she was as well. Now filled with a new goal, he rolled them so that she was below him again, where his hand slipped down her side, to grip her thigh and drape it over his hip. They would find their end together, he would accept nothing less. He wanted to feel her walls strangle him as he spilled himself within her. She cried out, though not in pain, he'd made sure, at the new angle as it sent him diving deeper into her and hitting a spot in a secret place that he knew would make her see the Gods. And it did, if her deep, stuttered moan of his name was anything to go by.

His name, he thought idly, he had given her his true one. The one that had been given to him upon his birth. Still to this day he had not known why, nor why he had originally gone to Westeros wearing his true face. When he took a moment to actually think about it, he realised that he hadn't actually lied to her, ever. She knew his true face. Knew where he originally came from and knew his name. It was something that the Elder had greatly disapproved of, but in time had gotten over and forgiven him for. Something he technically shouldn't have done, he should have punished him for such a grievous oversight. But he hadn't. How odd.

But he hadn't had much time to think more on this trail of thought, as he felt her nails sink into his shoulder again. Focusing on her, he could see from the flush of her skin, that she was so, so close now. And then she spoke, well, gasped in a choked moan;

"I think I'm going too…"

But she didn't have a chance as a deeper moan cut off her words, so doubling his efforts, he began to move within her harder but not faster. He could feel the tightening in his own body and knew that he wouldn't have long and after a few more thrusts, feeling exploded within him then and with a growl of her name, he found his release. At the exact same time as she locked around him and arched her back, her own release claimed her with a cry of his name. He felt his head toss back as he cursed loudly. The feeling of her walls spasming around him as he spilled within her in strong, hot pulses, blinding him for a moment. He had wanted her to be the one to see the Gods, not him. But apparently sensation decided otherwise, because he felt damned close to the heavens at this moment.

As they came down from their respective highs, he lost his strength and collapsed forward, catching his weight long before he fell on top of her. She hmm'd in contentment then, as she reached her arms around his neck and gently pulled him down to rest atop of her. There they lay, content in the silence, as they basked in their shared afterglow. Gods but he was a man brought low this night, but in the best way imaginable. He knew what would happen now, he wouldn't be able to let her go. He would have to claim her as his own, one way or the other. Which meant…they would have to move.

Pulling himself free from her body, he rolled them again so that she was on top of him once more. Once she got comfortable between his legs and on his chest, she hummed happily before she spoke.

"I wasn't lying, you know? When I was telling you all of those things during." She said shyly, and he could practically feel her cheeks flush against his chest.

He chuckled then, before he placed a kiss to the top of her head and tightened his arms around her waist and shoulders in an embrace. "A man knows, lovely girl. He can always tell when she is lying. Even if she is a master now."

"But Jaqen! What now? We can't stay as members of the faceless. What we've done tonight, is the very definition of being 'someone'. We've fucked up. I know it and you know it. If people find out, we'll be kicked out of the House at best or given the gift at worst." She replied, her tone taking on a panicked note now, which he hurried to soothe, with another kiss to her head and embrace.

"My Arya, you would have found this out in a few days anyway, given your new status. But a man will tell you now to assuage your fears." He began, shifting so that he could look down at Arya, his fingers dancing swirls, over the supple skin of her back, lazily.

"Contrary to what you have been led to believe, we faceless are allowed to pursue relationships and take lovers. We do not have to be 'no one' at all times. Only when we are within the House of Black and White or on assignment for the order. Any other time, we are free to be ourselves. Our true selves." He explained, and watched as her eyes widened comically, before she frowned.

"Well why the fuck is that very important piece of information hidden? Why are we pushed to such extremes and beliefs, while we undertake our training?" She snapped, her expression taking on something akin to a childish pout. He was sure, if she was currently able to, she would have even crossed her arms under her generous bosom and stamped her small foot. He found it debilitatingly adorable and he laughed lightly with amusement.

"It is to prevent distractions. While you are training, the house wants you focused on becoming no one. That is the goal of us after all and an important part of what we do here in the House and out in the world on missions." He started to explain, pausing for a moment to think of the best way to explain this important rule. Once he found the words, he nodded to himself and continued to speak.

"Think about it for a moment, Arya. If you had known, two years ago, that you could freely be with me, as long as we were outside of these walls and not operating in any capacity for the order. Would you have focused on your training? Or would you have focused on pursuing relations with me, instead?" He queried and wanted to laugh as she tried to say something to refute him, but failed. Quite badly.

"Your lovely face tells me everything I need to know." He laughed, unable to contain it, due to how funny Arya's sheepish and somewhat guilty expression was. But rather than poke further fun at her for this, he instead explained the reasoning further.

"This is why we do not make it common knowledge until an acolyte transitions to a master. Because seeking out life partners or temporary lovers is completely natural. It's human. It's something that even 'No One' can't avoid. All things exist in balance. Where there is death, there has to be life. The cycle would break otherwise." He said, pausing again, to think about his words. But soon he found them, and glancing down to make sure Arya was still listening, he finished his explanations.

"So of course faceless men and women would be allowed to pursue these things. But when we are in the House? We must be no one. We are, after all, in the temple of death and thus we need to treat it with the appropriate amount of reverence and respect. Same for when we are on a mission. We are serving our God, so we must serve him properly. As no one."

He watched as she nodded, her lips pursing cutely as she turned his words over and over in her mind. He didn't think he had ever noticed how sweet she looked when she was concentrating on something that intrigued her. So to see it now, while they were in their current states unburdened by barriers of any kind, was most beguiling to him and he found that he wanted to uncover all of her little secrets like this one. He would be perfectly content to spend his life figuring her out as she lay on his chest or in bed with him. He wanted to watch her as she took her breakfast with him and she tried to untangle one of his many riddles, when she would ask him a question about something. Or see her take pleasure in the small things in life, like finding a cute cat, or enjoying the aroma of newly blossomed flowers. He wanted to know all of these little things that made up the woman he loved. Things that he had to deny himself from learning all these years, because their positions in one another's lives were too opposing or imbalanced.

"So what happens then, if a faceless man or woman takes a lover or finds a life partner? What do we do? Because obviously what you and I have done here tonight is massively against the rules." She asked finally, pulling him from his musings of her. He nodded then in an 'ah' fashion before he answered her.

"That it is, lovely girl. So in this case we must keep it to ourselves. The actions I mean, not the change in our relationship. As for what to do now? You will need to move." He stated simply and saw her mouth fall open in confusion, as she tried to make sense of what he had just said.

"Move?" She queried with a raised brow, as she sat up, now straddling him once more. Clearly, she had no problems with being above him in her current state of complete undress. Not that she would hear him complaining.

He smiled and nodded, bringing one arm up to pillow the back of his head, while the index finger of his other, ghosted up the middle of her body, to play lightly in the valley of her breasts. Truly, the woman was a damned beautiful sight to behold and he felt giddy to know that her heart belonged to him.

"Yes. You move out of the House of Black and White and into your own home. You do not have to live here, you know? Even if we are unattached to another. It is simply an option to take residence here. It's why the rooms are sparse. Think of them as similar to a long-stay inn." He explained, allowing his hand to now ghost upwards, to wrap around the base of her throat lightly, where he massaged gently.

His touch was affectionate and nothing more. She knew it as well as he did, which is why she relaxed into the touch rather than shy away from it. His hands were lethal, she knew and he knew. But he would never bring harm to her in any fashion if he could avoid it. And he wouldn't hurt her ever…unless of course…she asked him to. In which case there were so many ways he could flood her with pleasurable pain and have her thank him for it afterwards. Steering his thoughts from that darkly decadent path, as he felt his body begin to stir once more, he was thankful for Arya starting to speak again.

"But I don't have a home here, I didn't think I needed one, because I thought we had to live at the temple as faceless people." She mused, her hands running up his torso, from his hips to his chest, where she drew patterns across his skin with her fingertips, then ran them back down his form again. He felt his muscles twitch deliciously with her featherlight touch. Clearly, she wanted to explore him and he felt he could understand the sentiment. They hadn't exactly given one another that opportunity before they became one.

"You may not, lovely girl. But I do. I have held my own lodgings for some time now. I do not always stay here in the temple. So, you can move in with me at my private residence. That is…if you plan for us to continue this and have it build into a lasting relationship. If you are not quite sure yet, I will, of course, help you find your own lodgings." He suggested with a cheeky smile, before his hand slid further up her throat.

He gripped it just tight enough to make her breath shorten a little, before he surged upwards and kissed her with heated passion. Hmm, he found himself thinking, clearly he had not restrained his earlier thoughts fast enough. Because now he was wanting her again. Or maybe it was the thought of possibly having her live with him and become the lady of his household that had done it. At any rate, his blood was heated for her once again. She gasped out a somewhat needy moan, almost getting lost in the moment with him. But not quite, as she gripped his wrist and removed it from her throat. Breaking the kiss, she sighed in restrained want before she spoke.

"Jaqen.." She began; "First of all, I don't know what that was just now. But I liked it and you can do it again, anytime." She added with a positively wanton smile and hooded look. He smirked at her then, before leaning forward to nip at her ear lobe with his teeth, before he breathed out a response.

"A man has many pleasurable and decadent things that he can show and do to a woman, just like that. All she needs to do is ask him to become her master and he will take to the task with great enthusiasm." He said seductively, before he pressed her hips down on him, letting her feel his renewed need. He almost had her again when she whimpered out a soft moan, but then she shoved him down onto his back once more.

"Stop distracting me with your sinful seductions for a moment, would you? I wasn't done speaking." She snapped, but there was no anger behind the words, as her hand found its way to the base of his throat, where she applied a little pressure in warning. Glancing at her hand and then back up to her eyes from his position below her, he gave her a heated look before he nodded for her to continue.

"Do you think I came back to Braavos just to complete my training as a faceless woman!? Because I didn't. I also came for you. I wanted to return to you as much as I wanted to complete my learnings here. I love you, you bloody idiot. And I don't intend to fall for anyone else in this lifetime." She exclaimed, her tone making it very clear that she meant every word that she said and he found himself smiling wickedly then, even as his heart jumped in his chest at her words. Pulling her down into a fiery kiss, as his hands pressed her hips down on him, he delighted in her needy sounds. But eventually they had to part, the necessity of breathing getting in the way.

"Then we will pack your things on the morrow, my lovely girl and move them to my home. Well, after we have spoken with the elder and let him know of our relationship and that we will, as custom dictates, give up our residency at the House." He said, before he rolled them and then rose above her.

"For now, a new lesson. Let a man show you what else his hands can do. For though they bring pleasure…" He began, kissing his way down her throat, as his hands ran over her breasts. The thumb of one hand rubbed over a nipple, before he gently rolled it between his finger and thumb. "So too, can they bring pain…" He said huskily, his free hand pinching and pulling her other nipple firmly, but carefully. In both cases Arya gasped in bliss as well as winced a little, but still her back arched as she shuddered in delight below him.

"If done right, my delicious little she-wolf, I can use both pain and pleasure together…" Here he bit down on her nipple, while massaging her other breast slowly. His newly freed hand slipped between her legs to massage her there at the same time, before he continued. "…to have you screaming for more while begging for my mercy. With both combined, little love…" His hand left her core then, to take hold of himself once more.

"The releases a man can give you with just his hands and teeth alone? Will reduce you to a shaking, writhing mess." His head dipped then, to suckle on her nipple again, before he pulled away to blow his breath across the damp peak. "Then once you feel like you can't take any more? A man will claim you from the inside and take you even higher, until you break apart in his arms."

His hips snapped forward then, this time entering her much more roughly than before. But when she cursed and lifted her hips to meet his, he knew she was more than ok with what he had done. Oh yes, their life together from now on, was going to be truly interesting indeed and he simply couldn't wait to see where their love would lead. But for now? He wanted to watch her fall apart for him all over again.

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