Arya Stark (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} nothorsefaced) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} valarlogs,@ 2013-07-13 20:47:00 |
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What: Arya spends the night unexpectedly with a dash of angsty awkwardness, experimentation and fluff
When: Saturday, July 13th. Very Late at Night
Where: Gendry's place
Rating: Hard R for a sexual act
Status: Complete
As Arya’s eyes opened, she frowned slightly, trying to remember where she was and what she had been doing. Of course, feeling the body next to hers, it only took her a moment or two to remember that she was at Gendry’s and they had been watching a dvd. A dvd, which was now repeating the main menu over and over again. Running a hand through her hair, she glanced over at her boyfriend who was partially slumped over on his side, where he was sitting on the couch. She’d only seen him sleeping one or two other times when he’d nodded off during another movie and she really didn’t blame him, considering how hard he worked at the shipyard. And really, he was kind of adorable when he was sleeping.
Yawning, she reached for her phone on the coffee table and upon pressing the button at the top to light up the screen, she saw that Catelyn had texted her a few hours earlier and then she saw the time. It was well past three in the morning and if she was completely honest, she was far too tired to drive home. Biting her bottom lip, she decided to just not respond yet and in the morning, she’d just tell her mother what had happened; they’d fallen asleep and woke up in the morning and that was it. It wasn’t as if she were lying exactly; just stretching the truth a little bit. Besides, she was eighteen. She was an adult now and could decide on her own if she wanted to stay at her boyfriend’s if it meant less of a chance that she’d fall asleep behind the wheel. Setting her phone back down on the table, she reached for the remote and turned off the dvd player and tv then leaned back against Gendry. The only problem was that now that she was awake, she couldn’t exactly get comfortable against him.
It was her inability to get comfortable that led to her deciding to go to his room. And by room, she meant the area of the apartment where his bed was surrounded by curtains. All the times she’d been over his place, she’d never actually been behind those curtains and she probably should have woken him up before moving through the otherwise dark apartment, but she didn’t know if he’d suggest she go home if she did wake him up. Slipping through the curtains, she eyed his bed for a moment then decided that since sleeping in denim, even if it was just shorts, wasn’t exactly comfortable, she unbuttoned the shorts and let them fall to the floor, leaving her in her panties, a tank top and her bra. She then slipped underneath the blue sheets and burrowed in, smelling him on the sheets then within a few minutes, she was asleep once again.
The DVD hadn’t been boring, but it was late and Gendry had worked a full shift the day before. He’d wanted to stay away, chatting to Arya while the DVD played in the background as more noise than entertainment, just something to fill in the space. Their voices began to drawl and then wane as they struggled to stay awake. Gendry couldn’t remember falling asleep, but he did remember that the last time he’d been awake, Arya’s body had been against his, keeping him warm.
Waking up to find that she wasn’t there was a bit disappointing. He could only assume that she’d decided to go home. Gendry stretched, groaning as his groin ached. Dating a virgin was fun and all, but Gendry was admittedly a bit frustrated and sometimes wished he could just go out and have a drink with one of the older women who would be more than happy to meet up with him. But those thoughts made him ill. He wasn’t that kind of man, and when he had them, they were immediately shot down like any other thought a person has that they would never act upon. With a grunt, Gendry pushed himself up to his feet, then shuffled to the door. It was locked. Arya was still here, then. Some day, he’d need to give her a key, but just now it felt too soon. There was just so much commitment in giving someone a key. That wasn’t to say Gendry wasn’t committed, but there was a line that needed to be drawn.
The only other place she could be was either the loo or the bedroom and the lights were out in the toilet. If she was in there, she was pissing in the dark. Gendry found her in the bedroom, laid out over his sheets, small and looking less like a boy than she did even outside his dreams. She wasn’t really the curvy type, she was even a little on the plain side, but that somehow added to her beauty. She could have been more like the ladies of King’s Landing, the ones who came round to cross their legs over Gendry’s work table and flash him a little leg, the same ones he also told to get off his table before he removed them himself. Seeing her in the pale moonlight that filtered in from a slit in his curtains, Gendry began to grow aroused, an uncomfortable feeling when a man already had himself pressing against his jeans from sleep. He bit his lip a little, then crawled onto the bed, placing himself between her knees, sitting back on his heels. He wondered if she’d ever come before, if she’d ever touched herself that way. He imagined she did, but that didn’t stop him from moving her panties to the side with his hand and touching her with the tip of his finger. If she didn’t wake up and slap him or choke him, he might continue.
The fact that Gendry was thinking about giving her a key and immediately shot down any thoughts of meeting up with someone just for sex said a lot, considering he’d told Arya in the beginning not to expect a lot from him. He claimed that he wasn’t good with relationships, but as far as Arya was concerned, he’d been doing everything right. She didn’t need flowers or jewelry or anything else that other girls expected from their boyfriends. She didn’t need to know where he was and who he was with twenty four/seven and wasn’t blowing up his phone with texts if she didn’t talk to him for a day. No, all Arya needed was to know that he would be there when she needed him and so far he had been. Hell, he’d convinced her to go to prom and even came in when he’d picked her up and met her parents when a few weeks before that, he’d been extremely wary about meeting Ned and Cat when she’d brought it up. So, yeah, Gendry didn’t give himself nearly as much credit as he deserved in the relationship department.
As far as answers to his current train of thought went, yes, she had touched herself before, more so in recent months, compared to before they’d started dating. Gendry wasn’t the only one who got aroused when they made out, but she was just much better at hiding it than he was and usually took care of herself when she got home, as she suspected he did when she left.
Arya was usually a fairly heavy sleeper, but having not been asleep for very long, the dipping of the mattress made her shift slightly, which was how she’d wound up on her back. However, she didn’t wake up right away when Gendry moved her panties to the side, nor when he touched her, because over the last few months she’d had quite a few sexy dreams about him, not that anyone could blame her. Her subconscious would have to be on vacation in order to not give her dreams of that nature about him, so her sleep addled brain was telling her that it was just another dream.
When she didn’t wake up, Gendry stopped, removing his hand from between her legs. He wasn’t going to continue on someone who couldn’t even give consent, he just wasn’t the sort, and he even felt guilty for having touched her in the first place. Gendry sighed, then pulled his t-shirt over his head, bowing out of it before he tossed it to the floor and climbed fully onto the bed beside her.
She wasn’t the first woman he’d held in his bed, but she was the smallest and the youngest. He draped his arm around her and closed his eyes, unsure that he even wanted to sleep. If the dreams came again, he didn’t know if he’d lash out toward her, but when he touched her hand, it made Gendry feel just a little better. His eyes had opened and he closed them again in an attempt to sleep.
Well that was different. Not once, in any of her sexy dreams had Gendry ever actually stopped whatever it was that he was doing in that particular dream. It wasn’t until she felt his arm around her and his body behind her that realization finally hit. She hadn’t been dreaming, but instead had been just at that blurry line between sleep and awake and he’d actually just had his hand between her legs. Eyes opening, she stared into the darkness of the room, her cheeks flushing slightly the second before she started laughing, softly. Somewhere in the back of her mind she knew that what he’d just done would be questionable to most people, but even so, she trusted him and obviously he wasn’t the kind of guy who would take advantage of someone who was sleeping. “Maybe I should have kept my shorts on.” She was teasing him, her tone light and her voice a little hoarse from sleep.
If there was any way to knock a man’s ego down a few pegs, it was to laugh at him after something like that. She’d been awake, then, or at least enough to know what had happened. In the darkness, Gendry rolled his eyes and said nothing. He kept his arm around her, feeling embarrassed and stupid. In the back of his mind, he pictured himself in his dreams with Arya, looking all of nine years old and he suddenly felt rather disgusted. He wasn’t going to tell that to Arya, though.
She wasn't laughing at him. No, the laughter was a result of the nerves that had crept up at the realization of what had just happened and when he didn't respond it died down rather abruptly as she moved, turning in his arms to face him, "Crap. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to laugh. It was a reflex or something." She bit her lip as she attempted to do some damage control. If they were ever going to move beyond making out, that was not the way it was going to happen, "I thought I was dreaming. It wouldn't have been the first time I've had a dream where..." Rambling a bit, her cheeks flushed a little more as she realized that she had basically just told him that she had sex dreams about him.
Fuck it, since when did anything actually embarrass Arya Stark? "I've had dreams where you've done stuff like that. Not the dreams, but regular dreams. When you stopped, I realized it hadn't been a dream and I...I don't know, I guess it was nerves. I'm sorry." Her heart was pounding, both from panic that he was going to be mad and make her leave as well as from the memories that suddenly crept up about some of those particular dreams and she shifted her hips slightly as on the bed.
Gendry only frowned at this. Arya Stark, the girl from his dreams that were never sexy at all, was in his arms, explaining to him that she had other dreams about him. He rubbed his lips together a few times. “Real dreams?” he asked. “Or memories?” When her small backside ground against him, Gendry shifted his own hips away from them. It wasn’t that he didn’t want her to, but now he just felt weird about everything.
"Real dreams." She said, turning so that was facing him now. The room was dark, but the light from outside was just enough for her eyes to adjust so she could make out Gendry's features as she spoke to him, "You're not the only one who gets all hot and bothered when we're together, you know." She hoped that if he knew this, that it would make him feel less embarrassed about what has just happened.
That was actually of some relief, that at least she wasn’t having memories of it. Gendry didn’t know how long or how far the dreams would progress, but he knew himself and even now he felt uncomfortable that it was Arya who still looked rather young. He couldn’t say that he always got ‘hot and bothered’ when he was around her. In fact, most of the time, he still saw her enough as the Arya in his dreams that if they didn’t wind up making out on the sofa, he didn’t have problems in that area. He didn’t know why now, that he’d wanted to do what he did when he saw her lying there. He still said nothing and looked back at her, although he was sure he’d memorized every line in her face.
Sometimes Arya hated how young she was in the dreams just as much as dream!Arya hated how young she was. She knew that Gendry still had some problems with that fact and she wished she could figure out a way to help him move past her age in the dreams, because the age difference between them in the waking world was even smaller than that in the dreams. She might have still been short and skinny, but it was obvious that she’d grown up quite a bit from that girl in the dreams. After all, she had boobs now , which dream!Arya didn't.
"And I'd be lying if I said I hadn't started thinking about wanting to do the things in those dreams. Wanting to do them with the real you" If it were possible her heart was beating even faster as she waited for him to say something. She'd been trying to figure out how to bring up this exact conversation and now seemed as good a time as any. At that moment the only thing reassuring her that he wasn’t mad and wasn’t going to send her home was his arm still around her and she brought a hand up to rest on his bare chest, near his heart.
“There’s plenty of time for that,” Gendry said. When she’d laughed, whether from nerves or otherwise, it only emphatically reminded him that she was a virgin and that would be a bit of a roadblock since, like most men, Gendry didn’t know that he wanted to be responsible for taking someone’s virginity. This was also Arya Stark, not some older woman desperate for attention who already had experience and a certain amount of passion about them. In a way, it was difficult for Gendry to see Arya as sexual. Maybe he needed to, and he had, for that moment he’d seen her lying there in the dark.
Arya frowned slightly, mentally kicking herself for how she'd reacted to the whole thing. "I know that, but..." She knew of of one other way to try and convince him that he was being silly about the whole situation. Leaning in, she kissed him. Whether she was a virgin or not, she certainly didn't kiss like one anymore and she felt that she needed to remind him of the fact that while she might have been a virgin, she was far from the little girl in their dreams. As she kissed him, she took his hand from around her and moved it till it was over her breast.
As soon as Gendry’s hand touched the swell of her breast, he paused and opened his eyes, coming back from the drunkenness he always felt whenever he kissed Arya. He broke it softly and thumbed over where he could feel her nipple through the cloth. “I’m sorry,” he told her, “I shouldn’t have done that while you were asleep.”
Arya's breath caught in her throat as his thumb brushed her nipple through the thin materiel of her tank top and bra, "I...I know you wouldn't do anything else if I wasn't aware, but here and now I'm perfectly legal." Her heart was beating quickly as she brought her hand up to run her fingers through his hair, "And I'm not talking about shagging now, but I'd he lying if I said that I didn't want to feel your hands on me now that I'm awake." She really did. Sure he'd grabbed her ass before and brushed the swell of her breast with his fingers, but what she really wanted was to feel his strong hands all over her body.
Her heart felt like it was fluttering underneath his hand when Gendry squeezed her breast, grabbing more material than soft flesh in response to her words. He couldn’t see her eyes very well so he didn’t try to read her. She wouldn’t lie just to placate him, that just wasn’t Arya’s style. Just the thought of touching her more, and touching her because that was what she wanted him to do, made Gendry slowly forget his dreams for the time being, focusing on the way her skin felt when his hands shifted to unclasp her bra with skilled, calloused fingers. “Then you shall,” he told her as her bra strap slid down her small shoulder before he guided it off of her body.
Arya Stark never said anything she didn't mean and always followed through with what she said she was going to do. When she felt Gendry's hands move to unclasp her bra, she bit her bottom lip, having half expected him to come up with some excuse, but she was extremely glad he appeared to be okay with this after the brief awkwardness from a few moments earlier.
As he guided her bra straps off her shoulders, the straps of her tank top went with it and that was soon bunched around her waist while her bra laid beside her on the bed. She made no move to cover herself, not only from being used to changing in front of other girls after games, but because she wanted her boyfriend to see her, even in the dim light coming in from outside.
Hands, Gendry told himself, she only wanted hands, and that was what Gendry gave, his large hands finding her bare breasts. They were larger than he’d expected them to be, fitting almost perfectly against his palms. Indeed she was a woman, one couldn’t deny that when touching her this way. Gendry’s mouth found hers again, but it didn’t stay there. Hands, she’d only wanted hands, but his mouth had other ideas and he moved down the length of her neck, toward her chest in a series of almost sloppy kisses against her soft skin. It felt almost like he was inexperienced as well, tentative in his actions.
When Arya had been younger and Cat would talk about how someday she’d take both her and Sansa bra shopping, Arya had insisted that she didn’t want boobs, because they’d just get in the way, but now she was quite glad that she had them. They weren’t huge, as a result of years of playing sports, but they were just big enough for Gendry to get a nice handful. Speaking of his hands, if she’d thought they’d felt good when he’d grabbed her ass or touched her face and neck or back, they felt even better as they cupped her breasts. They were warm and she didn’t mind that they were a little rough.
As he began pressing kisses down her neck, towards her chest, she arched her back slightly, pressing her breasts against his hands a bit more and her body reacted accordingly to the sensations running through her body, nipples hardening against his palms. At this point she didn’t care what he did with his mouth, so long as he felt touching her like that. If she thought about it, she probably looked completely absurd, what with the fact that she was only in her panties with her tank top down around her waist.
Where he was tentative before, Gendry began to be more confident, encouraged by the responses he was eliciting from Arya. He wondered if she’d ever been touched this way, but remembered she’d never been kissed before Gendry. To be her first was a bit pressuring, but Gendry let it happen naturally. His hands shifted lower as his mouth reached her breasts. He held her under the ribs with a firm grip, then pulled a small nipple past his lips, a groan rumbling up from his throat as the action drew blood down to his groin. Never would he have thought Arya would make his own body respond the way that it did, but here they were, in his bed, and she was doing a pretty good job of making him hard.
As his mouth found her nipple, Arya gasped softly, back arching again as her eyes went wide and she brought a hand up to thread her fingers through Gendry's hair. He shouldn't have had to wonder if she'd ever been touched like this before, because he was her first boyfriend and she wasn't the type of girl to just mess around with anyone just for fun. He'd been her first kiss and now the first man to see and touch her like this. She knew that he'd gotten hard at other times when they'd made out, because that was usually when he's pull back to take a break; she might have been new to this whole thing, but it was kind of difficult to miss, but somehow there was a difference between him getting hard while they were making out on the couch and when they were doing this in his bed.
Where he’d had to pull back before, Gendry did not and he wouldn’t unless she told him to, or if he felt her body not responding in a way that meant she wanted him to keep going. Oh, he wouldn’t be sliding himself into her tonight, but there were other things to be done. As her back arched, Gendry slipped one arm underneath it, holding her while his mouth went to pebble her other nipple. When he was satisfied with that, he lifted his face to hers, feeling her shallow breathing against his chin. “You want my hands?” he asked, his free hand sliding further down to her hip. “All over?”
Gendry’s mouth and tongue felt incredible on her sensitive skin and this time there was absolutely no chance of her laughing. His strong arm, holding her close made her feel safe and wanted at the same time and his warm, wet mouth around her nipple caused a low moan to escape her lips, her fingers still clutching his short hair. He obviously knew what he was doing and Arya was grateful for the fact that he was so much more experienced.
Her heart was hammering against her ribs as he brought his face up to hers and she nodded, “Y...yeah.” His ministrations on her breasts had caused the rest of her body to react accordingly and if his hand was moving where she thought it was then he’d find that her panties were damp now as opposed to just a little earlier when he’d first found here there in his bed.
Yeah.
That was all he needed hear. Just yeah.
Gendry didn’t bother feeling her panties, he could already feel the heat coming from between her legs. After a moment’s breath, his digits shifted under the fabric, past down soft hairs which were less than dry. He stole another kiss, silent promises that he wouldn’t hurt her and that he’d stop if she wanted him to, but most women didn’t want him to stop at all. She wasn’t most women, though. He was silent, his ears primed to gauge her reaction as he touched her between the folds, drawing his middle finger up the sensitive line of now slick skin.
While Arya had touched herself before, her thinner, smaller fingers were nothing compared to Gendry’s larger ones. She made a noise somewhere between a moan and a whimper as she attempted to kiss him back. However being was somewhat distracted by his fingers, the kiss wasn’t quite as skilled as she’d become over the last few months. As he began exploring her most intimate places with his fingers, her hips bucked involuntarily, wanting to feel more and deeper. Based on the way her body was responding to his touch, there was very little chance that she would want him to stop.
If she’d ever had an orgasm, Gendry didn’t know about it, but he suspected she wasn’t as innocent as she seemed to be in his dreams. Then again, he had to remind himself that she wasn’t so innocent. She was a woman who had seen things he could never imagine. Thoughts of his dreams weren’t with him, though. All his focus was on making her feel good and earning more of those little sounds. Arya wasn’t an especially ladylike girl, but he did wonder if she could let go, and when she bucked her hips the way she did, it told him that she could. Her reactions were so arousing that he wondered how he’d been able to resist in the first place. His digit worked her where it was, rubbing a tight circular motion, guided by the shape of her body. He wanted to put his tongue there, but watching Arya’s face was even better just then and he didn’t want to miss it.
While Arya had never done anything real crazy or illegal, innocent was not a word that she would use to describe herself; after all, she had been the one to throw the first punch when she got in the fight with that cheerleader the year before. Sometimes she hated when people assumed she was innocent based solely on her size and the fact that she was a girl and that was probably one of the reasons she was so opinionated, because more often than not, she had to set people straight.
If Gendry wanted to draw more sounds out of her, he was getting his wish. As he continued moving his finger, she could feel the muscles in her stomach and thighs tightening, whimpers and low moans escaping her lips. She was close, she could tell and if Gendry kept it up, she wasn’t going to last much longer.
As if stopping was even a thought in Gendry’s head. It was all he could do not to moan as he watched her. Even as a kid, she’d been pretty, whether she knew it or not. Tomboyish, sure, but not ugly. But now she was so far beyond it, lying there on Gendry’s sheets, all his. When he leaned down, his lips touched against the side of her neck, then to her lips, only briefly. He wanted to feel her breath against his mouth. It didn’t matter, he decided, because even in his dreams, he would probably be with her whenever she grew up, and all he could do, or should do, was thank the gods that he needn’t wait.
At that moment Gendry probably could have done whatever he wanted to her and she wouldn’t have stopped him and he probably knew that, but the fact that he wouldn’t take advantage spoke a great deal about him and later on when Arya’s brain was working again, she’d appreciate that about him. Because while she was ready and willing to start doing things, she wasn’t quite ready to go all the way just yet. As his lips touched hers again, she gasped against them as Gendry’s fingers finally brought her over the edge. Her toes curled and her back arched and she moaned his name as her orgasm washed over her and her thighs clenched around his wrist, not wanting him to remove his hand just yet.
She couldn’t possibly know just how she looked just then. Arya, normally strong and bullheaded, was vulnerable and lovely, like any maid but better. Her lips trembled along with the rest of her body. He felt her already slick body become even wetter, and although he stopped before she could start twitching with sensitivity, he kept his hand where it was and stroked at down soft hairs in what could have very well been a loving manner. He kissed her lips again. “Okay?” he asked.
At first all Arya could do was nod. She was breathless and her brain still wasn’t at full capacity. All the times she’d touched herself, she’d never felt quite so worn out afterwards, but she also wasn’t as experienced as Gendry was. After another moment or two where her breathing was the only sound in the room, she brought a hand up to wrap around the back of his neck and kissed him, a lazy smile crossing her lips as she laid her head back down on the pillow, “That was just...wow.” Her hand slid down to his bare shoulders then chest as she gazed at him in the dark, “What about you?” He’d been apprehensive about doing anything after she’d accidentally laughed earlier and she wanted to make sure that he wasn’t going to regret having done this later on.
Gendry returned her kiss and watched her settle back against the pillow. His pillow. She would be the first to actually stay a full night in his bed. “I’m good,” he promised her. Later, he’d take care of himself, maybe. For now, he just watched her, combing his fingers through the soft hair at her temple. The fingers of his other hand still smelled of her, the room felt thicker, warmer. He smiled down at her and dropped another kiss to her lips. He was beyond good. He was content.