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Gendry pulled away, propping himself up over her. Arya uttered a small whimper of protest and pulled him back, smashing their lips together again. He groaned and kissed her down to the sheets, pulling away faster this time. "Arya, damn it, hang on a second."She raised her eyebrows, wrapping her hands around his neck.
"I wanted to...try something," he muttered, shifting nervously between her legs. "A new position. Something safer."
"Safer? Do you see any chains? This is safer." He bit down on his lip, remembering three nights ago when Arya let him bind her. She couldn't help smiling either. "So um..." She sat up, pushing him back. "You probably want me like this?" She turned around and looked up at him, fighting back a smile. He groaned and lined his body up with hers.
It was an awkward position for kissing, but she made it better by sitting back against him. Her skin flushed as he pressed a finger to her, rubbing slowly before finally sliding his fingers inside her. "How'd i ever live without you," he muttered, running his teeth along her jawline.
"From what I hear, not very well," she gasped, hand flying up to his hair as he pressed against a particularly sensitive spot. He didn't say anything, just pulled out when she was nearing her peak. She started cursing, but he cut her off with a kiss, weaving wet fingers around her neck. As much as she tried not to notice, his cold touch gave her a perverse form of pleasure.
"This is gonna hurt, babe," he said. She nodded, moving into position. Everything good hurt at first. Love, sex power... He tried as much as he could to prepare her, but no amount of soft, mildly wet fingers was sufficient. She groaned as stars appeared in front of her eyes, but the pain soon subsided. She'd seen animals do this in Braavos, and more than enough humans, but she could never imagine it would feel like this.
He was so close, and so...fucking good. Her arms gave out and she buried her face in the pillow, uttering half formed words and panting. His teeth clamped down on her shoulder, digging in almost as deep as the fingers on her hips. She arched back into him and moaned a desperate final "Gendry".
The next thing she was aware of was the cool sheets against her front and Gendry pressing soft tired kisses to her lower back before curling around her, winding his hands around her side. She turned her face into the crook of her elbow, shifting her plastered braid. His quick jagged breaths slowly stabilized. The kisses stared again, quicker and lower than before, until she giggled he came back up to her shoulder, weaving his fingers through hers.
"It's not fair," she mumbled, trying to keep her eyes open.
"Mmm?"
"That I'm happy. People are dying outside this forge by the thousands and I'm...here. With you."
He smiled and pressed a soft kiss into her back, propping himself up on his elbows and running a thumb under her eyes, making her open them. "I love you, Arya. Now, here, and..." He cocked his head to the side, smiling that infuriating Gendry smile. "Probably tomorrow." She lifted her hip of the bed, nudging him playfully. "I won't apologize for it."