Godswood
Title: The idea
He walked in the Godswood and saw her lying on the grass, eyes closed. She wasn't wearing men's clothes. Instead, she was getting a beautiful light blue gown all stained and dirty. He watched as she dragged her bare feet on the ground, her shoes kicked aside. Her hair was sprawled around her head and Gendry felt his fingers itching to touch it.
She was so beautiful. He could tell her that everyday, but she wouldn't believe. She was convinced that all the other maidens were fairer than her. Silly. The others were beautiful, yes, but Arya was special. She was different and interesting while the other ladies were plain and boring.
He might have made some sound, because she opened her eyes and looked straight at him.
"Hi."
She chuckled. "Hi."
"What?"
"You act like you don't know me, sometimes. Come here."
He walked to her and sat on the ground. She scowled at him and he lay down beside her.
"If this is how you pray for the Old Gods, I might abandon the Seven..."
"I'm not praying. I'm just... enjoying. It's peaceful here. We can hear the wind."
"It reminds you of Winterfell." She nodded. "Your Godswood is different from this?"
"It's bigger. And we have a hot spring. My father used to sit by the heart tree to sharpen Ice, our greatsword."
"You miss it."
"It's my home."
"You want to go back to Winterfell?"
She smiled at him. "You're confused again, Gendry. How can I go back if I'm going to marry you? You want to rule the Seven Kingdoms from the North?"
"You're mocking me."
"You make it easy... I miss Winterfell and my family. I want to go visit them but I know I can't live there again. I always knew."
"Always?"
"Yes. Women are not supposed to stay home. That's a privilege for the oldest son, not for a daughter."
He took her hand.
"I'm sorry."
"It's not your fault."
"Things are different in Dorne... Women can inherit there."
"They might be smarter than the rest of us. You should have chosen Arianne Martell, like I told you to.", she said, smiling.
He rolled closer to her, his body partially on top of hers. "We're not having this discussion again." He kissed her, loving the sensation of one of her hands buried in his hair and the other scratching the back of his neck. This was so easy, so comfortable. It felt natural to him kiss her, touch her. And the way she kissed him back, nibbling at his lips, scratching his neck or his arms showed him that her feelings were the same as his. There was always so much passion between them that was hard to keep himself under control. And of course Arya would never back down. Competitive as she was, she wouldn't be the first to break the kisses.
He pulled away and rest his forehead against hers.
"Gendry? I need to ask you something."
"What is it?"
"On our wedding night, I don't want to take part on the bedding ceremony."
"What?!"
"I don't want strange men ripping off my clothes and dragging me to the bedroom!"
"Oh, right!", he sighed, relieved.
"You thought I was talking about lying with you?"
The bright red that covered his cheeks was answer enough.
"Why don't you want the bedding ceremony?"
"Because it's humiliating and it doesn't make any sense to me! I was told my whole life that my body was to be seen only for my husband. Yet, a handful of drunk men undresses me in front of everyone and there's nothing wrong because it's traditional? Nonsense! And you know what else is completely abnormal? The husband. How can he not be bothered by the fact that other men, his friends maybe, are seeing his wife almost naked? It's madness."
"Wow, I had no idea that you felt that way..."
"Be honest. Would you like to see your friends undressing me?"
She said 'friends', but all he could think about was Edric Dayne, a rookie knight that had been esquire to Sir Berric Dondarrion. He kept following Arya around like a lost puppy. Edric would be invited to the feast, everyone would be. He would be there when the time to take them to the bed came. He would see Arya... Gendry closed his hands in fists at the thought. "No, I wouldn't like this."
"Good. Because if anyone tries to take off my clothes, I'll attack."
"I'm assuming that you don't want me to take part on the ceremony too..."
She looked away, what was a hard task since they were so close. "I can't choose for you. If you want a bunch of strangers to take off your clothes...", she shrugged.
"Be honest. Would you like to see your friends undressing me?" He laughed at the her scowl.
"If you wait for my friends to take off your clothes, you'll be undressed by Jory Cassel and Edric Dayne. Wouldn't this be a interesting change in the tradition?"
He rolled off her after that. "You're not funny!". He sat up, not looking at her.
After a while, she called his name and he looked at her, an annoyed expression on his face.
"I don't want you to be undressed by other women." Something shone in her eyes. Anger? Maybe jealousy?
"And I don't want anyone but me touching you."
"Then what are we going to do? Run when they announce it's time to take us to bed?"
"We can sneak out very discretely..."
"I can pretend I need to go get something and you follow me..." She pulled him to her by his hands.
"We'll think of something. I can always order them to not touch you. I'm the prince, after all. They have to obey me." She chuckled. He touched a strand of her hair. "You are beautiful."
This time she didn't scowled at him or rolled her eyes or scoffed. She just blushed lightly and looked away, a small, shy smile in her lips. And he knew that, for the first time, she had believed in him.
He kissed her gently, hands on her waist, his tongue touching hers. This shouldn't feel different 'cause it was just another kiss and he had lost count of how many kisses they had shared. But here, in the Godswood, lying on the grass with the wind whispering through the leaves above them, it was. This was Arya. More than the training yard, this place, the nature, the freedom, it was all about her.
He sucked her earlobe and she gasped softly in his ear. She moved a little and he noticed she was pressing her thighs closed. His hand descend upon her skin, resting on her hip and he pulled the fabric of her dress up a bit.
"What are you doing?" She was a little breathless and he smiled.
"I want to make you feel good."
"But we can't. Not yet."
"Your maidenhead will be intact, I promise." She blushed furiously at his words. "I won't even touch your skin."
"What are you gonna touch then?"
His time to blush. "Under your skirt, but over your smallclothes. You're pressing your legs together because it feels good, right? I can make it better."
"How?"
"I'll show you." He tugged at her dress again, like asking permission to lift it.
She swallowed but set her knees apart just a bit and pulled her dress up until the middle of her thighs. Gendry kissed her again until she relax and start running her nails against his skin. He touched her softly, just with his fingertips, attentive to any sign of discomfort.
She moved her hips and his fingers brushed against the sensitive skin between her legs. Even through the fabric of her smallclothes, the touch was enough to make Arya gasp. He kissed her to muffle the noise and kept moving his fingers, slowly, insistently, discovering her.
He lost track of time. All that mattered was Arya, her eyes wide open, the soft noises that escaped her mouth. She was warm and wet and all he wanted was lose himself inside her. But they couldn't, not yet. And this was only for her pleasure, not for his. Though seeing her underneath him, the erotic sight she was, was sending all his blood to his groin.
He could feel she was close by the way she was pulling his hair, the friction of the fabric against her skin making her moan and claw his arm. He tried to slow down, to make it last for her but Arya was impatient. She let her head fall and pulled him to her, whispering against his lips: "Please."
His touch became more urgent and she became louder. Anyone could hear them, so Gendry needed to finish this soon. He leaned to kiss her again, but she sank her teeth into his shoulder to stop screaming and came.
He pulled his hand out slowly and fixed her dress, lying beside her.
"So?"
"So what?", she was breathless and he smiled.
"It was good?"
"I never had any experience like this to compare, so I don't know..."
"Oh, stop that! Admit you liked." She nodded, unwillingly. "Sore loser." He chuckled.
She pushed him and he fell on his back, still laughing. She sat up and noticed the bulge in his pants.
"I can make you feel good too. In fact," she brushed her fingertips over his clothed erection. "I think I can make you feel good faster than you did."
"Not everything is a competition, Arya."
"So, you don't want?", she raised her eyebrows.
"Are you going to do this for me of or yourself? To prove you can win?"
She smiled and leaned down to kiss him, her hand resting on his thigh. "I want to do this for you, like you did for me. Now, if you could stop being stupid and show me what I have to do..."
And later, when she had him throwing his head back and biting his bottom lip to not scream, he knew that she had won again. But only for that moment, that didn't matter at all.
Rating: PG
Word Count: 1700
Characters: Gendry Waters, Arya Stark
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters. (Do I really have to state that?)
He walked in the Godswood and saw her lying on the grass, eyes closed. She wasn't wearing men's clothes. Instead, she was getting a beautiful light blue gown all stained and dirty. He watched as she dragged her bare feet on the ground, her shoes kicked aside. Her hair was sprawled around her head and Gendry felt his fingers itching to touch it.
She was so beautiful. He could tell her that everyday, but she wouldn't believe. She was convinced that all the other maidens were fairer than her. Silly. The others were beautiful, yes, but Arya was special. She was different and interesting while the other ladies were plain and boring.
He might have made some sound, because she opened her eyes and looked straight at him.
"Hi."
She chuckled. "Hi."
"What?"
"You act like you don't know me, sometimes. Come here."
He walked to her and sat on the ground. She scowled at him and he lay down beside her.
"If this is how you pray for the Old Gods, I might abandon the Seven..."
"I'm not praying. I'm just... enjoying. It's peaceful here. We can hear the wind."
"It reminds you of Winterfell." She nodded. "Your Godswood is different from this?"
"It's bigger. And we have a hot spring. My father used to sit by the heart tree to sharpen Ice, our greatsword."
"You miss it."
"It's my home."
"You want to go back to Winterfell?"
She smiled at him. "You're confused again, Gendry. How can I go back if I'm going to marry you? You want to rule the Seven Kingdoms from the North?"
"You're mocking me."
"You make it easy... I miss Winterfell and my family. I want to go visit them but I know I can't live there again. I always knew."
"Always?"
"Yes. Women are not supposed to stay home. That's a privilege for the oldest son, not for a daughter."
He took her hand.
"I'm sorry."
"It's not your fault."
"Things are different in Dorne... Women can inherit there."
"They might be smarter than the rest of us. You should have chosen Arianne Martell, like I told you to.", she said, smiling.
He rolled closer to her, his body partially on top of hers. "We're not having this discussion again." He kissed her, loving the sensation of one of her hands buried in his hair and the other scratching the back of his neck. This was so easy, so comfortable. It felt natural to him kiss her, touch her. And the way she kissed him back, nibbling at his lips, scratching his neck or his arms showed him that her feelings were the same as his. There was always so much passion between them that was hard to keep himself under control. And of course Arya would never back down. Competitive as she was, she wouldn't be the first to break the kisses.
He pulled away and rest his forehead against hers.
"Gendry? I need to ask you something."
"What is it?"
"On our wedding night, I don't want to take part on the bedding ceremony."
"What?!"
"I don't want strange men ripping off my clothes and dragging me to the bedroom!"
"Oh, right!", he sighed, relieved.
"You thought I was talking about lying with you?"
The bright red that covered his cheeks was answer enough.
"Why don't you want the bedding ceremony?"
"Because it's humiliating and it doesn't make any sense to me! I was told my whole life that my body was to be seen only for my husband. Yet, a handful of drunk men undresses me in front of everyone and there's nothing wrong because it's traditional? Nonsense! And you know what else is completely abnormal? The husband. How can he not be bothered by the fact that other men, his friends maybe, are seeing his wife almost naked? It's madness."
"Wow, I had no idea that you felt that way..."
"Be honest. Would you like to see your friends undressing me?"
She said 'friends', but all he could think about was Edric Dayne, a rookie knight that had been esquire to Sir Berric Dondarrion. He kept following Arya around like a lost puppy. Edric would be invited to the feast, everyone would be. He would be there when the time to take them to the bed came. He would see Arya... Gendry closed his hands in fists at the thought. "No, I wouldn't like this."
"Good. Because if anyone tries to take off my clothes, I'll attack."
"I'm assuming that you don't want me to take part on the ceremony too..."
She looked away, what was a hard task since they were so close. "I can't choose for you. If you want a bunch of strangers to take off your clothes...", she shrugged.
"Be honest. Would you like to see your friends undressing me?" He laughed at the her scowl.
"If you wait for my friends to take off your clothes, you'll be undressed by Jory Cassel and Edric Dayne. Wouldn't this be a interesting change in the tradition?"
He rolled off her after that. "You're not funny!". He sat up, not looking at her.
After a while, she called his name and he looked at her, an annoyed expression on his face.
"I don't want you to be undressed by other women." Something shone in her eyes. Anger? Maybe jealousy?
"And I don't want anyone but me touching you."
"Then what are we going to do? Run when they announce it's time to take us to bed?"
"We can sneak out very discretely..."
"I can pretend I need to go get something and you follow me..." She pulled him to her by his hands.
"We'll think of something. I can always order them to not touch you. I'm the prince, after all. They have to obey me." She chuckled. He touched a strand of her hair. "You are beautiful."
This time she didn't scowled at him or rolled her eyes or scoffed. She just blushed lightly and looked away, a small, shy smile in her lips. And he knew that, for the first time, she had believed in him.
He kissed her gently, hands on her waist, his tongue touching hers. This shouldn't feel different 'cause it was just another kiss and he had lost count of how many kisses they had shared. But here, in the Godswood, lying on the grass with the wind whispering through the leaves above them, it was. This was Arya. More than the training yard, this place, the nature, the freedom, it was all about her.
He sucked her earlobe and she gasped softly in his ear. She moved a little and he noticed she was pressing her thighs closed. His hand descend upon her skin, resting on her hip and he pulled the fabric of her dress up a bit.
"What are you doing?" She was a little breathless and he smiled.
"I want to make you feel good."
"But we can't. Not yet."
"Your maidenhead will be intact, I promise." She blushed furiously at his words. "I won't even touch your skin."
"What are you gonna touch then?"
His time to blush. "Under your skirt, but over your smallclothes. You're pressing your legs together because it feels good, right? I can make it better."
"How?"
"I'll show you." He tugged at her dress again, like asking permission to lift it.
She swallowed but set her knees apart just a bit and pulled her dress up until the middle of her thighs. Gendry kissed her again until she relax and start running her nails against his skin. He touched her softly, just with his fingertips, attentive to any sign of discomfort.
She moved her hips and his fingers brushed against the sensitive skin between her legs. Even through the fabric of her smallclothes, the touch was enough to make Arya gasp. He kissed her to muffle the noise and kept moving his fingers, slowly, insistently, discovering her.
He lost track of time. All that mattered was Arya, her eyes wide open, the soft noises that escaped her mouth. She was warm and wet and all he wanted was lose himself inside her. But they couldn't, not yet. And this was only for her pleasure, not for his. Though seeing her underneath him, the erotic sight she was, was sending all his blood to his groin.
He could feel she was close by the way she was pulling his hair, the friction of the fabric against her skin making her moan and claw his arm. He tried to slow down, to make it last for her but Arya was impatient. She let her head fall and pulled him to her, whispering against his lips: "Please."
His touch became more urgent and she became louder. Anyone could hear them, so Gendry needed to finish this soon. He leaned to kiss her again, but she sank her teeth into his shoulder to stop screaming and came.
He pulled his hand out slowly and fixed her dress, lying beside her.
"So?"
"So what?", she was breathless and he smiled.
"It was good?"
"I never had any experience like this to compare, so I don't know..."
"Oh, stop that! Admit you liked." She nodded, unwillingly. "Sore loser." He chuckled.
She pushed him and he fell on his back, still laughing. She sat up and noticed the bulge in his pants.
"I can make you feel good too. In fact," she brushed her fingertips over his clothed erection. "I think I can make you feel good faster than you did."
"Not everything is a competition, Arya."
"So, you don't want?", she raised her eyebrows.
"Are you going to do this for me of or yourself? To prove you can win?"
She smiled and leaned down to kiss him, her hand resting on his thigh. "I want to do this for you, like you did for me. Now, if you could stop being stupid and show me what I have to do..."
And later, when she had him throwing his head back and biting his bottom lip to not scream, he knew that she had won again. But only for that moment, that didn't matter at all.
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