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The Date
"Arya." He murmured. "You feel so good, babe."
She was so close. She looked down to tell him how great it felt. His beautiful blue eyes were looking at her with such intensity that she felt even closer to the sweet, sweet release.
"Arya."
"Gendry." She moaned loudly as his fingers found that spot inside her.
"Arya!"
Sansa?
"Seriously, Arya, wake the hell up." Sansa's voice became clearer as her room floated into view with Sansa holding a jug of water over her.
She couldn't have waited for like 2 more minutes.
"What the fuck, Sansa." Arya groaned, feeling frustrated because, well, because she was damn near done and Sansa woke her up.
"You were moaning so loudly that it's a miracle no one else came in," Sansa replied grinning as she put the jug down. "I really thought I would need a jug of water to wake you up, and you know, to cool you down."
Oh my God!
Arya felt her face heat up. There was no way in hell she moaned that loudly. Sansa was making it up to make her feel embarrassed.
"What are you doing in my room?" Arya asked as she got off the bed and started taking out some clothes from her cupboard because she needed a shower, a very, very cold one.
"We are sharing. Or did you forget? The way you were moaning definitely made it seem like it. And yes, you were that loud."
She did forget. It was their parents’ 40th anniversary, and everyone was back at Winterfell.
"Shut up," Arya said as she hid her face in the covers.
Closing her eyes, she took a deep breath to calm herself, which obviously didn't work because as soon as she closed her eyes the dream she was trying to forget, at that moment, she's definitely going to use that later, started to creep back into her mind. In high definition, no less. She barely managed to hold back a slight whimper when she remembered the way dream Gendry had said her name.
Yup, definitely need a cold shower.
She rubbed her face and started to make her way to the bathroom when Sansa called.
"By the way Jon found you a date for the Baratheon Valentine's Day Bash."
She was supposed to go to that party with Ned, but then they broke up, and then he got engaged. Like the next week. So she decided that she wasn't going to go because Ned would be there too. She told her siblings the same thing, that she wasn't going to attend the party because her ex, Edric ‘Ned’ Dayne, would be there with his fiance, so naturally, instead of being considerate and leaving her the hell alone they decided that she should go with someone, someone she was comfortable with and wear the sexiest dress she had, okay, the dress idea was just Ygritte and Sansa. All she had to do was pretend to be super into the guy. She remembered asking Jon "What if the guy is a creep?"
Jon simply replied, "I'll find you a date, don't worry. I assure you, he won’t be a creep."
"Don't you want to know who it is?" Sansa asked breaking her out of her thoughts.
She shrugged. "Jon said he wouldn't be a creep. That's good enough for me."
*
Of course, her date was Gendry. Why God, why? She and Gendry have always been good friends. She may or may not have had a little, okay, not that little, crush on him. She liked him. Well, more than liked him as her recurring dreams were hell-bent on proving. She was happy with having a little crush, but somehow along the way it turned into... into something more. And ever since she and Ned broke up, and Gendry broke up with his girlfriend those feelings returned with full force. She was already having a hard time getting her emotions under control around Gendry, and now she was going to pretend to be dating him.
Well, that is just great.
This is so not going to end well.
Or, it may end very well.
Why were Jon and Gendry best friends? This was just super. She decided it was time for her leave the room and go downstairs, where everyone was. Sansa and Ygritte helped her find a dress and dare she say she actually looked a bit hot. She wondered what Gendry would think.
Well, his previous girlfriend looked like a Victoria's Secret model. So....
Even inner her was against Arya it seemed like. She was actually thinking about calling the whole stupid thing off when Sansa entered the room and stopped dead in her tracks. She was staring at her weirdly.
"Do I have something on my face?" Arya asked nervously, checking her reflection in the mirror.
"Arya," Sansa began, here it comes. I should not be going to this stupid party. This is a stupid plan. Why did I agree to this? No one forced me to. Sansa is going to tell me that I look stupid, "you look so fucking hot. Gendry is going to have a heart attack."
Wait, what?
She did not expect that. She guessed she looked an okay amount of hot, but hearing Sansa say that she looked fucking hot made her feel a whole lot better and a lot more confident.
"Really?"
"Hell yeah," Sansa said smiling. "Ned is going to be so jealous. You know his loss, look what you let go."
Right, Ned. That was what this whole thing was about.
He did get engaged like a week after he broke up with you.
"Seriously, what is taking so long. We are already late." Jon's voice rang out.
"We'll be down in just a minute," Ygritte called back.
Ygritte entered their room and looked at her from head to toe. "Damn Girl you look so fucking sexy." Then she sniggered, "Poor Gendry."
*
"You look so adorable, Arya," Jon said smiling softly as he saw her.
Ygritte snorted. "Right adorable is the word."
As soon as they headed down, her gaze, like it was on autopilot went to Gendry, who was looking at his shoes. He was nervous she could tell. When he looked up it was as if everything stopped. It was just him and her.
Someone cleared their throat. It was Jon, who was now looking at them suspiciously. Gendry looked away blushing.
"This is going to be so much fun." Ygritte said looking at them knowingly.
She rolled her eyes. She was already nervous and to top it all off he looked so bloody delicious in that black suit of his that she was practically salivating.
Control yourself, Arya.
"See, told you, not a creep," Jon said smiling broadly.
I hate you.
She smiled weakly. She looked at Gendry, who was looking at her his eyes wide.
She frowned. "Are you okay?"
That seemed to break him out of some sort of haze that he was in. He cleared his throat. "Umm. Yeah. I'm great. You look beautiful, Arya."
She flushed. Not just from the compliment also from the way he said Arya. That reminded her of the dream and that in turn made her feel warm all over.
*
"Arya." Gendry said softly. "We are there."
They were in his car. Ygritte and Jon were with Sansa and Edric Storm, Sansa's boyfriend. So, obviously, that left her and her date. She was sure that it was fate that decided to puncture Edric's car.
Yeah, if fate is also known as Ygritte.
Gendry told Edric and Sansa that they could come with them but Ygritte and Sansa both refused, as if they have been practicing speaking at the same time for years.
Yeah, that was not suspicious at all.
"Arya," Gendry said again touching her hand gently.
She closed her eyes in frustration. She was getting more and more aroused every time he said her name, and if he continued saying it, she would probably spontaneously combust. And his hand on hers were not helping matters. At all.
Why are they so warm? And so fucking huge.
"Would you do me a favor?" Arya asked, taking a deep breath.
"Anything, Arya."
"Please stop calling me Arya." She said, her voice almost pleading. "Just for a few hours. Please."
His eyebrows shot up. "Why?"
"Just please."
"Okay, okay. What should I call you then?" He asked innocently.
"Anything other than Arya, really. It doesn't matter." Arya replied.
To her surprise Gendry smiled. "Okay, babe."
Oh no.
His voice rang her head. You feel so good, babe.
She felt another wave of lust hit her. "No, nope, definitely not babe."
Gendry was now smiling broadly.
Does he know what I'm thinking about? Oh my God, he does. Doesn’t he?
"Why?"
"No reason." She said hurriedly. "Just stop calling me Arya or babe."
"As M'lady commands."
Arya groaned. "Do not call me M'- uh never mind."
This is definitely not going to end well.