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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      Game_of_Thrones_(TV), A_Song_of_Ice_and_Fire_-_George_R._R._Martin
  Relationship:
      Arya_Stark/Gendry_Waters
  Character:
      Gendry_Waters, Arya_Stark
  Additional Tags:
      Plot_What_Plot, Morning_Sex, I_Don't_Even_Know, Sexual_Content, maybe
      there's_fluff_in_here_somewhere_too, Alternate_Universe_-_Modern_Setting,
      in_case_that_matters
  Stats:
      Published: 2013-05-11 Completed: 2013-05-23 Chapters: 2/2 Words: 2285
****** Daybreak ******
by winterwaters
Summary
     All Gendry wants in the morning is Arya.
Notes
     In celebration of finals week being over!!
     I've never really written anything like this before, and there are so
     many wonderful writers on AO3/Tumblr/ff.net but hopefully this is at
     least half as good as their works. *hides*
***** Chapter 1 *****
Arya was standing in his kitchen wearing nothing but his sweatshirt, putting on
coffee and toast. Gendry rubbed his eyes as he watched her from the doorway of
his room, feeling his blood rush south again at the sight of her.
She turned and caught him watching her. “Good morning.” She smiled at his half-
awake state.
“Morning.” His voice was still rough with sleep, but all he wanted to do was
wind his hands in her long hair and sink inside her. He felt like a teenager
again, not being able to keep his hands off her, but at the moment he couldn’t
care much about that. She turned back around, rising on her tip-toes to reach
in his cupboard for plates. The movement pulled his sweatshirt up with her,
revealing the bottom of her bright blue underwear. It did him in.
Gendry walked over and put his arms around her, nestling his face in her neck
and peppering kisses anywhere he could reach. She laughed and turned her head
to kiss him slowly, before he pulled away and knelt behind her, his hands
skimming along her body.
“Gendry - oh.” Her whispered question turned into a moan as his fingers rubbed
her softly through her underwear, and he placed light kisses along her thighs.
His fingers hooked into the cotton and pulled it down and off her, running his
hands up and down her legs slowly. He pushed her legs apart and glanced up
once, seeing her hands gripping the counter tightly.
Then his face was buried between her legs, and the smell of her was all around
him. She moaned again, a low and harsh sound, and pressed her ass back into
him. He held her hips steady and sucked her clit before tasting her once,
twice, reveling in her gasps. He lapped at her greedily, his tongue plunging in
and out as she trembled above him, breathlessly.
“Don’t stop. Gods. Gendrydon’tstopdon’tstop.” Her words rushed out jumbled in
one breath as her hips pushed against him again.
He pushed his tongue deeper, wanting to taste every drop of her. She was
repeating his name over and over, and he knew she was close. He opened her up
more with his fingers, savoring her. When he curled a finger inside her, she
broke, coming apart with a cry that could have been his name and resting her
head on the counter, entirely bent over.
He kissed her the tops of her thighs slowly as she got her breath back, and
then pushed up, kissing the curve of her bottom and along her spine until she
turned around and locked her arms around his neck, kissing him full on the
mouth. When she pulled back her eyes were dazed and satisfied and more than a
little amused.
“What’s gotten into you?” She grinned. “Not that I’m complaining.”
“You,” he told her simply, hoisting her up on the counter. Her mouth formed a
small “o” as he leaned in to kiss her again, and now her hands started to
wander.
Her nails scraped the back of his neck, raking through his short hair. Then her
hands were trailing down, pressing on the dimples in his back and making him
thrust forward, and he groaned into her mouth. Her lips curved against his in a
smile as she found the vee above his sweatpants, tracing down until her fingers
wrapped around his already hard cock.
“Arya,” he groaned, trying to stop himself from pushing into her hand and
finishing himself off then and there. She grinned and pumped a few times,
wrenching another moan from him before he was able to push her hand away. He
wanted to be inside her, now.
She pushed his sweats down and he pulled her to the edge of the counter,
pushing into her slowly. She made a wordless sound as he filled her, locking
her legs around his waist. He tried to keep the pace slow, but her feet were
digging into his ass and she was warm and soft and clenching around him, and he
was losing his grip on what little control he had left.
“Gendry.” Her voice was breathless, her hands fisted in his short hair. “Let
go.”
So he did, his hips jerking back and forth as he drove into her. She met each
thrust, her breath hitching. His lips found hers for a biting kiss, tongues
tangling urgently, one hand winding into her hair. The other slipped up under
her (his, he remembered almost giddily) sweatshirt to cup her breast, and she
bit his lip as he tugged and teased her nipple.
Her head fell back, hands clutching at his shoulders as his hand drifted lower,
ghosting above her clit. The small noises she was making drove him crazy, and
he pulled on her hair slightly, tilting her head even more to trail wet kisses
down her neck. His hips pumped frantically now, and he came with a shudder,
burying his face in her neck. She tensed around him, back arching, and he
pressed on the bundle of nerves above where they were joined, making her cry
out in relief as her release swept through her.
They didn't move for a time, Arya stroking his back absently until Gendry
pulled back to kiss her softly.
“Good morning,” he whispered against her lips.
She grinned, catlike. “Good morning.”
***** Chapter 2 *****
Chapter Notes
     Context would be nice, but sadly there is none. Just lots of morning
     sex.
Arya cracked an eye open as she heard the shower turn off. She was tangled in
the blankets on Gendry’s bed, having burrowed into a corner. The early sun’s
rays were peeking in through his curtains, and she pushed further into the
pillow, ridiculously comfortable in her cocoon.
The bathroom door opened, and she heard Gendry walk out quietly. She opened her
eyes again to see him toss his towel on his chair, sweatpants hanging low off
his hips.
It should be illegal to be so attractive without a shirt on, she thought. He
wandered around, putting on coffee and turning on his computer, oblivious to
her gaze. She felt heat pool between her legs and bit her lip. It was really
not fair for him to be so handsome this early in the morning.
He turned at that moment, his blue eyes meeting her sleepy grey ones. He
grinned in surprise, and she felt her cheeks warm. She held her arms out and he
came willingly, kneeling on the bed and kissing her softly. Her arms wrapped
around his back, pulling him on top of her so his weight pressed down on her
wonderfully.
He broke the kiss, chuckling. “I just managed to get out of this bed and now
you’re pulling me back?”
“I didn’t kick you out, stupid,” she yawned through half the sentence. “I would
have told you to stay here all day.”
“Is that so?” He grinned at her.
“Mhmm.” She tugged him back down for a kiss and he obliged, his tongue sliding
into her mouth almost immediately. Her hands wandered up and down his broad
torso, nails scraping slightly and making him groan into her mouth.
She trailed her hands along the waistline of his sweats, tracing the vee
outwards and around to the dimples on his lower back. He pushed against her and
she grinned, now fully awake, feeling his hard length along her thigh.
Then his mouth left hers to trail kisses down her neck, and her hands came up
to curl tightly into his short hair. He slipped a hand inside her pants and
looked up with a smug grin when he felt the wetness there. His fingers pushed
aside her underwear and brushed over her clit before dipping into her.
Her back arched off the bed as her legs parted for him, her moans asking him
for more.
He put one long finger, then another inside her, pumping slowly, and her hips
pushed up to meet him. His other hand wandered under her shirt, his large
fingers cupping her breast and rolling her nipple.
He pulled himself up to kiss her, his tongue invading her mouth again. She bent
her knees, planting her feet flat on the bed so she could meet him stroke for
stroke, her hips pumping faster against his long fingers. One hand was buried
in his hair, the other clutching at the bedsheet for any anchor she could find.
He curled his fingers inside her, quickening the pace before pulling out and
massaging the bundle of nerves at her clit, then pushing back in again. She
came apart with a helpless cry against his lips, her blood roaring in her ears
as her body came down from the high.
He stroked her smooth skin softly as she got her breath back, pressing soft
kisses everywhere. His hands had just crept under her shirt again, tapping
along her ribs, when she decided it was her turn to play.
She kicked her pants and underwear off and pushed him onto his back, pressing
hot, open-mouthed kisses down his neck and muscled torso. He squirmed under
her, his length pressing up against her hot core through his sweatpants, and
she rocked back, wrenching a moan from him. Her tongue traced a line down the
vee of his hipbones until she hit his waistband, and she glanced up at him to
see his face twisted in pleasure.
She lifted slightly, pulling his sweatpants down and letting him kick them off.
Her fingers wrapped around his cock and his eyes flew open as he pushed into
her hand, moaning.
“Arya.” He half-sighed her name. “This will be over before it starts if you
keep doing that.”
She cocked an eyebrow at him, grey eyes glimmering with mischief. “Then it’s a
good thing we’re not going anywhere,” she replied.
His laugh turned into a choked moan as her lips wrapped around him, and he
could do nothing but buck up into her mouth as his hands tangled in her hair,
holding her against him. Her lips and tongue moved slowly, torturously, until
he thought he would burst. Then he looked down to see her lips curving in a
smile around his cock, her long hair falling around her as her grey eyes shined
wickedly at him. His hands gripped her hair tighter, and he came a moment
later, calling her name.
She grinned satisfactorily as she crawled up his body to kiss him, and for a
few minutes it was all he could do to breathe.
When she began nibbling his ear, he flipped them once more to rest atop her. He
pulled her shirt off and pressed against her, relishing her moan as her stiff
nipples came into contact with his bare chest. He kissed a trail down her neck,
sucking and biting before moving further down to her breasts, feeling her hands
tighten in his hair again.
She made a helpless noise when his mouth closed around her breast, sucking and
teasing. His tongue swirled around her nipple, his teeth occasionally grazing
her and sending tremors throughout her body. He continued down to the dark
patch of hair between her thighs, parting her legs gently and settling in
between. He glanced up at her once to meet her grey eyes, now cloudy with
desire, and grinned.
Then his mouth was on her and her hips were pushing off the bed as her hands
scrambled for purchase on the sheets. His hands held her still as his tongue
plundered, greedy for every drop. She was so sweet, so tight, and he wanted so
bad to take her to the edge just like that, but his cock was hard again, and
aching to be inside her.
She tugged at his hair sharply. “Gendry.” Her voice was demanding even in her
pleasure, and it made him grin against her.
He gave her one more lick, sending shivers up her body, before surging up and
sliding inside her, swallowing her moans with a heated kiss. Her legs drew up
around him, keeping him buried deep.
Not breaking the kiss, he found her hands and brought them up beside her head,
locking his fingers with hers as he rocked his hips against her. Her head fell
back on the pillow and he kissed down her jaw to the spot behind her ear, their
hips finding an easy rhythm. Their hands pressed into the mattress as he drove
into her faster, her breaths becoming ragged as her hips tilted to meet him
over and over.
She peaked first, nails digging into his shoulder as she cried out, the
pleasure coursing through her all the way to the tips of her toes. Her
movements caused him to lose his own control, and he bit down on her shoulder,
her name spilling from his lips as his hips jerked into hers a final time. He
collapsed on top of her, spent, and she wrapped her arms around him like a
vise, simply holding him as their breathing calmed.
Eventually he rolled over, pulling her with him, and she propped her hands on
his chest, grinning contentedly – and a bit dazed – at him.
He took in her swollen lips and messy hair and laughed. “We’re worse than
rabbits.”
“Teenage rabbits, no less,” she replied, not sorry at all. “So now have I
convinced you to stay here all day?”
He grinned at her, eyes alight. “Something tells me your family will not be
pleased.”
“Even better.”
He laughed again. “So how many people do you think we woke up just now?”
Her eyes widened and she ducked her head, a light flush covering her cheeks. He
pulled her up to place a soft kiss on her lips, still grinning against her
skin.
“Now we definitely can’t leave.”
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