Some small one-shot scenarios with Gendry and Arya, taking place around five years after the last book. The events are not in sequence, they are merely random little blurbs that entered my head.

Gendry wrapped an arm around her and kissed her neck from behind. Moaning, Arya reached a hand up to his head, and buried it in his hair, leaning toward his mouth. He licked her skin like a cat with a warm tongue. Arya parted her lips in an excited 'o'. Gendry slid a hand up her loose shirt and cupped her breast. She gasped and held her breath.

"Gen.." She murmured softly.

"Sorry." Gendry apologized and withdrew his hand quickly, his face turning a flaming shade of red. Arya grabbed his hand again.

"Please." She groaned. "Don't stop." He eagerly returned his hand and continued to kiss her feverishly, massaging one breast with his hand.

"Wait." Arya whispered. "I want to look at you." She turned around to see him. Gendry's thin lips were swollen and his plain brown eyes had become heavy lidded. She smiled and unlaced the front of her shirt. She watched Gendry's eyes widen as she pulled the tunic over her head and tossed it away. She leaned over him, guiding him to lie down. As she crouched above him, Gendry traced a hand down her bare torso and protruding rib bones.

"You can touch me." Arya smirked. He cupped her small breasts again and kissed her nipple. Arya gasped and arched her back. He licked her skin, painting soft kisses all over her. She let him flip her over so he could hover above her. Gendry licked her bellybutton and ran his nose across her skin. She shivered and grasped a handful of his dirty shaggy brown hair.

"Gend-" He cut her off with a kiss.

Arya leaned her head against Gendry's chest. His breathing was still unsteady as he stroked her hair.

"You're so beautiful." He whispered. Arya turned to look at him and creased her eyebrows.

"No I'm not." She retorted. "People used to call me horseface."

Gendry chuckled.

"No one's going to call you that anymore. I'll kill them."

Arya smirked.

"Not if I do first." She replied.

"That's true." He nodded. "You are far smarter than me, and a much better fighter."

"But you're so much stronger." Arya tapped his bicep and grinned.

"What can I say?" Gendry put his hands on her cheeks. "We make a good team."

"You're silly." Arya kissed him.

Arya could see his cheeks turning red, like they often did when he got very angry. He bit his lip and furrowed his eyebrows.

"You're mad." Arya said, watching his skin as it darkened. Gendry grunted and nodded. He stepped away from her.

But Arya moved in closer again, resting her head below his chin.

"Hit me." She gritted her teeth and stared up at him defiantly.

"What?" Gendry scoffed.

"Hit me." Arya replied simply. She grabbed Gendry's hand.

"I-no." He wrenched his hand free from her grip and stepped away again. "No. I would never."

"I can tell you want to." Arya murmured while Gendry shook his head. "Why not? You're angry at me. You hate me."

"I don't...hate you." He replied.

"Yes you do. Right now you do, I can tell." Arya watched him closely. "You want to hurt me."

Gendry carried her through the doorway and kicked the door shut behind them.

"What do you think of my dress?" Arya teased gently as he carried her toward the bed. She stroked his arm.

"It's all right." Gendry shrugged. "I bet you would look a lot better without it though."

Arya laughed as he dropped her on the bed.

"I don't look like a boy today." She grabbed Gendry's collar and pulled his lips down onto hers.

"A boy?" Gendry chuckled. "You think a boy has these?" He squeezed her breasts and Arya squealed uncharacteristically. She wrapped her legs around his waist, letting her thin white wedding dress pool around her thighs. Gendry kissed her ear and moved his hands down her back, unlacing her gown. Arya pushed the sleeves off her shoulders and leaned back so Gendry could slide the rest of the fabric over her hips and off her body. She lay naked on the furs and stared into Gendry's burning eyes. He sat up and returned her stare with intensity, as though he were trying to memorize her.

"What are you doing?" Arya asked impatiently. Her entire body was tingling.

"Just looking." Gendry smiled. "I can't believe you're mine."

"All yours." Arya grinned and flashed him the wedding ring on her finger.

"Did I tell you how lovely you looked tonight?" He whispered, his breath tickling her ear.

"You liked it?" Arya asked.

"Honestly, I would have been happy if we were married right here with you wearing my old shirt and curled up beside me in bed. Even if we were both sweaty and covered with shit, I would be happy."

"I know." Arya smiled. "Me too."

Gendry laughed and leaned back down to kiss her. Arya wrapped her arms around his neck, holding him against her.

"Gen." She moaned against his lips as they kissed.

"They'll want you to marry someone important. A lord or something." Gendry said. Arya shook her head desperately and pressed her nose against his chest.

"But I want you." She whined. Gendry smiled and brushed his hand down her thick brown hair.

"You already have me." He murmured, turning to kiss her on the mouth, but Arya moved away.

"Gen." She put a hand on the small of his back and steadied herself. "I want to marry you." Gendry sighed and scratched at the back of his head.

"We can't." He gulped and bit his bottom lip. "You're a lady and I'm just some lowborn bastard. They wouldn't let it happen."

"I don't care." Arya said. "I don't want to be with anyone else but you. We don't have to tell anyone until after its been done. There'll be nothing they can do." Gendry shook his head.

"They'll be angry. There will be a way for them to stop us."

"Please, Gendry."

"Arya, you know I love you, but I can't go through with this." Gendry sighed.

"Why?" Arya pleaded. "No one will know about it. We can go tonight. Everything will be just as it was, except we'll be husband and wife."

"Why do you want this so much?" He narrowed his eyes. "You always thought marriage was stupid, and you said you never wanted it." Arya sighed and sat down on the stone ledge beside him.

"I think that they're trying to arrange a marriage for me." She admitted.

"Oh." Gendry could think of nothing to say.

"I never wanted to marry anyone, but I can't bare to think about being with anyone but you. If we get married, Sansa won't be able to find me a husband, and we can just carry on as normal."

"So, you don't really want to marry me?" Gendry asked in confusion. Arya shook her head desperately.

"No, Gendry, I really do want to marry you." She whispered.

"Do you love me?" He replied. Arya froze. Although Gendry was constantly professing his love to her, Arya rarely uttered a word. She knew it was stupid, but she always felt that by admitting her love to Gendry, he became more vulnerable. Everyone that she had openly loved had been killed, and she was afraid that he would come to the same fate.

"I.." She gulped. Gendry frowned. "Yes."

"Say it." He murmured urgently, still unsatisfied. Arya had no choice. She sighed and took a deep breath.

"Gendry, I love you." She tried to ignore the reddening that she felt quickly spreading to her face. "Will you marry me please?"