City on Fire

Rating: M

Word Count: 500

Warnings: Contains material of a sexual nature, read at your own risk

Note: So I wrote this little ficlet about a year ago and posted it on my tumblr, and I was going through and organizing my files today and saw it and figured I'd post it up here too for anyone who missed it back then. Enjoy!

The city burned, fire lighting up the night sky.

Arya stood on the hill overlooking the city, braid whipping around her head with the wind. He thought there would be a smile upon her face as the Twins burned, but she was stone-faced. One hand gripped the pommel of her sword so hard her knuckles were white, the other clenched in Nymeria's fur, the direwolf at attention at her side.

Her army was celebrating their victory, reveling the aftermath with the camp followers to sate the heat the battle raised in them. Her lords had their orders, her enemies-those who surrendered- carefully and ruthlessly locked up.

She breathes once, nostrils flaring. Her hand loosened, and a small smile graces her face. She pats Nymeria once, and the wolf is off. Howling, her and her pack race toward the castle and the screams that are heard in the distance show that the army did not ferret out as many Frey's as they thought.

She turns to him, and the glow in her eye tells him the men aren't the only ones whose blood gets hot from a fight. She starts walking and he follows wordlessly, like he always does.

They enter her tent, and she attacks without preamble. Her lips are on his neck, and her fingers are working desperately at his armor, and his hers. Clanks are heard as the iron that he spent so much time on thuds to the ground. Their clothes follow shortly thereafter.

He picks up her lithe form, hastily moving towards the bed, tripping on a tossed forearm band and tumbling onto the sheets. He wastes no time in chasing her lips, hands gripping her waist, pressing his pelvis into hers, desperate for her skin on his. His hands migrate to her breasts, squeezing, roughly tweaking her stiffened nipples. Their lips separate at her gasp, and his dip down, suckling until they reach the place his fingers are playing with.

She is impatient; he only gets to taste her for a moment before she is pulling him up by the hair. Her legs surround his hips and he gets her message clearly. He positions the head of his cock against her entrance, and pushes in completely and leaves her no time to adjust before he starts thrusting erotically, unable to slow or control himself.

She responds with equal vigor, nails scratching across his back as her hips attempt to keep up with his rhythm. Her back arches off the bed, breasts pressing into his chest, and her mind goes blank of anything save the man above her.

She bites his shoulder as she comes, and that is enough to tip him over the edge. They gasp out each other's names after, unmoving from their position on the bed until he slides out of her and collapses next to her. They fall asleep to the sound of screams and cheers surrounding them, with the light from the dying city fire flickering through fabric of the tent.

Hope you guys liked it!