Five Times Gendry Reminds Arya of Home and One Time He Doesn't

One Time He Doesn't

Warning, this chapter is why this piece is rated M. Thank you for all the support. I hope that this chapter was worth sticking through the whole thing. Everyone who commented, liked, or read this story; this is dedicated to you. You are lovely people and I hope you will continue being awesome. I hope I did justice to the end of this series.

Note: These drabbles are set in a random time frame where Arya and Gendry are traveling around by themselves/in Harrenhal/with Hot Pie/etc. just because I don't want to be specific because parts might appear in some form later in different stories.

Arya stepped into the stream up to her waist; the chill of the water was a welcomed relief from the heat of the south. She tilted her head back and sighed in release, letting her hands rest gently on top of the water feeling the cool liquid run under her fingers. She wished that she could remove her underclothes and float on top the stream, letting the sun warm her pale stomach, but she was acutely aware of the fact that Gendry was just on the other side of the trees that separated her from where they'd made camp that night.

Still, the feel of the water seeping through her clothes and caressing her stomach was peaceful, Arya had hardly had the opportunity to swim in Winterfell; even with the summer it still snowed more days then naught. Arya dipped below the water, sitting on the muddy bottom of the river and letting the fingers of the water run through her hair and cleanse her dirty scalp, caked with mud and sweat.

Underneath the water she could hear the sounds of the river rushing by, it sounded so full of life with its whisperings. Arya wondered if the river spoke to everyone, or if it was just her. She listened as it spoke of freedom and promise, bubbles slipping occasionally from her nose and partially opened mouth.

"Arya," it whispered. "Arya!"

She pushed off the muddy bottom and kicked her way to the surface. When she broke from the water it was to see Gendry, shirt off wading towards her in the water.

"Arya!" Gendry said, partly in anger and partly in relief. She realized it hadn't been the river whispering her name, but Gendry yelling for her. "What were you doing?"

She bit her lip as he came to stand in front of her; the water barely reached the top of his thighs. "I was just washing my hair." She said sheepishly, looking down at the water rushing between them, tugging at her underclothes, now completely soaked through. A gentle breeze caused her to shiver. Gendry, who had just been staring her down in reprimand averted his eyes and a slight blush climbed up his neck and spread over his cheeks.

She looked at him, her brow furrowed and then down at herself. Her shift was soaked, and just about completely see-through. The cold water had made her small breasts break out in gooseflesh and her nipples stood erect and prominent beneath the fabric that clung to her body. She quickly crossed her arms across her breasts as a blush blossomed on her cheeks. Gendry looked back at her after regaining his composure a bit. Arya distinctly avoided his gaze, instead focused on his chest which was shining with droplets of water that had clung to him as he had run through the water to try to get to her.

Without thinking she reached out and wiped a sparkling droplet from his collarbone, letting her finger trail gently down his chest, her mouth opened a bit at the feel of the warm flesh beneath her finger. Gendry shivered but didn't pull away; Arya took that as a good sign and stepped a bit closer to him, never removing her eyes from the tip of her finger, which had found it's way back up to his collarbone and was now tracing it's way up his neck and burying itself in the coarse hairs on the back of his neck.

Arya's other hand fell away from clutching her chest as she stared, fascinated, at the apple in Gendry's throat, which was moving up and down in small desperate movements as she curled her finger around a piece of his jet black hair. Her big grey eyes finally flickered up to meet Gendry's. He was watching her intently, his brow slightly crumpled in thought and his lips drawn tight and serious. He moved a hand, dripping with water, to tuck a piece of hair behind her ear and cup her cheek. Nothing was said but the electricity between the movement spoke for itself.

They stepped towards each other, closing the remaining distance. Their bodies crashed against each other so close that the water from the river could not come in between them. Gendry's other hand came out to rest against her ribcage, his thumb hesitantly resting above the perk of her nipple. A fire bloomed in Arya's stomach, so fierce that the river water seemed to boil around her. She locked eyes with Gendry and gave a gentle tug on his hair, where her hand was tangled. He seemed to understand and without removing his eyes from hers he gently brushed his thumb over the tip of her nipple. She gasped and her eyes flickered close for a moment.

Gendry took the opportunity and leaned his head down, gently taking her partially opened mouth with his. The kiss was soft but did not waver, there was no hesitation. Arya's body reacted without conscious thought. She stood on her tiptoes in the mud, forcing his head backwards with her eagerness. She ran her fingers through his hair and grabbed at the back of his head for leverage, as he went to draw back to take a breath she came with him, not ready to break the kiss. In her haste and inexperience she knocked her teeth against his, jarring both of them.

"Slow down there, she-wolf." Gendry smiled and Arya glared at him, her cheeks flushed with want. Gendry grabbed her face with both of his hands and gently held her in place. His eyes fixed on hers he moved towards her, antagonizing and slow. When his lips were just an inch from her and she could feel his hot breath enter her parted lips she whined. He chuckled and gently pressed her wet lips to his. She sucked in a breath through her nose and circled her arms around his neck pulling him towards her and opening her mouth.

His tongue flickered hesitatingly inside, brushing against the inside of her lips in a way that sent shocks of electricity coursing through her. She stepped closer to him, wanting to fill every part of him, become one with him, like the thousands of droplets in the river. One being rushing through the world together, for eternity. His hands snaked around her waist and lifted her easily out of the water. She wrapped her legs around his waist, the warmth of her center finding the bulge of his erection and pressing against it, making them both gasp into each other's mouths.

Stumbling backwards Gendry walked them both towards the shore. When they reached it Arya unwound her legs from him and slid down his body until her feet were touching the ground, her arms never left his neck and he followed her with his lips. When she was safely on the ground she untangled her arms from around him and then shoved on his chest. He didn't fall but understood what she was trying to do. He sat down, her following him the whole time, not wanting to break the kiss, until they were both laying on the bank of the river, Arya's small body neatly tucked on top of Gendry's.

Gendry ran his hands down her back, tugging the hem of her shift up and slipping his hands underneath it. Arya wiggled on top of him, reluctant to break the contact of their mouths, where she was frantically darting her tongue in and out of his mouth, occasionally crashing their teeth together in her desperation to be close. He chuckled and managed to move his head so that she was forced to start kissing and biting down his neck as he worked the wet fabric over her body. Finally, with a final, impatient tug she relented and stretched her arms over her head so that he could remove the shift from her body. For a moment her small breasts were revealed to his eyes before she ducked her head and began to suck on his neck again.

"None of that," he said. She stopped her work on his neck and gave him a questioning look. He grabbed her waist firmly and flipped them over, laying her gently on the ground beneath him. Automatically her hands sneaked around his neck so when he tried to draw up on his forearms and look at her she came with him, insistent on keeping close to him. As much as the feel of flesh on flesh excited Gendry and clouded his head, he couldn't help but want more, to be able to explore her like no one had before. He tenderly pried her arms from his neck and laid them out above her head. She averted his eyes. He kissed her swollen lips and her eyes flickered back to him for a moment. "Since when are you afraid?" He whispered against her lips.

"I'm not afraid," she whispered back but her voice shook slightly.

"We don't—"

"No." Arya craned her neck up and kissed his forehead, "don't try to talk me out of this. I've waited long enough, don't you agree?" Her grey eyes flashed and he realized there was no doubt there, just self-conscious fear.

"It's alright," Gendry said, kissing her nose. She answered him with a reproachful look. "There's my ferocious Arya." Gendry lifted himself up and kissed down her neck, growling hungrily as she squirmed beneath him. Her flesh tasted like ice, the cool water from the river still clinging to her skin. He made his way to her collar bone, and then down. When his lips grazed over her nipple she gasped and threaded her fingers through his hair, all shyness gone. Her voice sent electricity straight to his groin and he bucked against her.

The resounding moan made his head go fuzzy and he had to concentrate on the soft pink flesh between his lips to ground him. His hands ran up and down her sides, fingers bumping over her ribs. She ran her hands down his back and she arched up, her middle grazing his erection, which strained against his pants. He moaned against her flesh and lifted his head just to bury it in her neck, sucking absently on the notch of her collarbone as she fumbled to untie his pants. When she did and she slipped them down to his knees, he wiggled out of them, casting them to the side.

When he felt her fingers hesitantly rest against his thigh he could do nothing else but push forward insistently. She gently stroked her hand against him and he groaned. With that encouraging sound she grabbed a bit more firmly and began to work him in a way that made him dizzy and also wonder if she really had as little experience as she said she had. He found her lips again and they kissed, long and slow. No tongues, just the soft flesh of their lips moving against each other, their breaths short and shallow. After what seemed like minutes Gendry covered Arya's hand with his own, moving it away.

She stopped and looked at him, he looked back; blue eyes gentle and patient and the boy that Arya knew and trusted. She moved a piece of hair out of his eye and ran her thumb over his cheek. "Yes," she answered the unasked question. Gendry nodded brought his lips down on hers, when their mouths touched, he entered her. The tightness of her body around him made Gendry release a loud moan that he buried in her shoulder. She wrapped her arms around his back and her short nails dug into his flesh. She whimpered as he drew out and thrust in again. She nudged against the side of his face with her nose and he turned his head so that she could capture his lips, telling him she was fine.

It took only minutes before the warmth and tightness and her lips and hands and hips and breasts and pants and sighs and eyes were too much and he shuddered with a groan into her mouth and collapsed on top of her, trying not to crush her with his weight. She peppered kisses on his brow and hair as he recovered, panting into her neck. "My bull, my stupid bull, my stupid bull-headed boy," she whispered as she kissed her way over his face.

"Milady," he whispered back and kissed the spot underneath her ear.

And for once she didn't hit him.