Arya thought she may have died and gone to heaven, laying against Gendry felt like home. She couldn't deny it anymore; she was a little in love with him. Being around him the last few weeks, she felt more alive than she had in years.

As the night grew dark around them and they binged The Chilling Adventures of Sabrina she could feel herself start drifting off into dream land. She knew she should head home but she just wanted to stay with him a little while longer.

Around midnight, she had definitely taken more than one micro nap.

"Hey, you still awake?" Gendry said, his hand going to her cheek, his thumb gently brushing away a strand of her hair.

"Mostly," she replied, "but I think it's time we called it a night."

"I was thinking the same."

"Where's my phone, I'll call a cab." Arya got up from the couch, searching through the wrappers and plates of snacks on the coffee table for her phone.

"I'll take you." Gendry got up and stretched, yawning in the process.

"I don't want to bother you, you should go to sleep, it's been a long day."

"There's no way I'm letting you take a cab. It's not a problem, I'll take you."

"Come on, just go to bed, I'll be fine."

"If you're not going to let me take you home, just stay the night and I'll take you for breakfast in the morning and drop you at home," Gendry offered.

Arya considered his offer, staying under his roof sounded like fun, and she was pretty sleepy. She could just crash on his couch and then she'd get to be around him a little longer. "Are you sure?"

"You're my family, this is your house for however long want it to be." He replied sincerely, reaching for her hand and squeezing. "Stay the night." He said softly.

"Okay." But she was more than a little shook up from his statement. She stared into his deep blue eyes; she leaned her head forward. Gendry, mesmerized, bent his head down towards hers, his hand that wasn't clasped in hers, went to cup her face.

And then they were kissing, frenzied by their lust for each other. Arya couldn't think of anything other than Gendry's soft lips on hers. The electricity ran rampant through her body, demanding they be as close as possible, their bodies plastered to each other.

A few seconds later, it could have been hours for all Arya could tell they drew back from each other, gasping for breath. Arya's right hand was clasped at the nape of his neck bringing his tall frame towards her. Her Left hand had snuck under his shirt and to his back, bringing their bodies closer.

Gendry's hand was dug in her hair, his other hand around her waist, but it had definitely been lower a few seconds ago, pulling her closer to him.

"Arya, I…" he started, his eyes were glazed with adoration.

Arya didn't give him a chance to complete the sentence, just brought his lips back to hers, she pushed him back on to the couch and climbed on top of him.

They stayed that way, making out on the couch for a while.

"Arya…" Gendry whispered as he kissed her neck.

"Yeah…"

"We should stop… right?" he said hesitantly.

"Probably." She said reluctantly, she knew where he was coming from, but she didn't want to stop what they were doing.

"I don't want to stop." He replied, and it made Arya smile and giggle in his arms.

"Me neither." She said but she pulled away anyways, leaning back in his lap. The way she was straddling him on the couch, she was almost his height. His hands were grasping her waist, and she let her hands frame his face, stroking his beautiful cheekbones. He looked so undone, and it made her heart skip a beat.

She knelt down and pressed a quick kiss to his lips again.

"That was… amazing." He said, "Would it be weird if I told you I've been wanting to do that since paintball?"

Arya chuckled, "Me too…" she said sheepishly.

"You wanna go out some time, like on a real date?" he said suddenly, his features became hesitant, like he was scared she'd tell him no, even after they'd just been making out on his couch for god only knew how long.

"I'd like that," She said smiling at him, she could help herself, she leaned down and kissed his cheek at his relieved expression.

"But for reals, stay the night. I'll take the couch; you can borrow whatever you need."

"Okay, but I'm not taking your bed. I'll sleep on the couch."

"Hey, I'm a gentleman." He said, pulling her towards him. "I'm not going to make you sleep on the couch."

"Fine," she said teasing, taunting, "then sleep on the bed with me."

She could feel him underneath her, growing hard at her words and his eyes smouldering, looking at her like she hung the world.

"We don't have to do anything other than sleep," she assured him, and herself.

"I know, but you, in my bed, next to me… It's not something I thought would actually happen outside my fantasies," He said and it made Arya melt inside a bit, he was too sweet.

"You're really cute, you know that right?" she said, and finally got off his lap before they went back to making out.

He chuckled and teased her, "You're not so bad yourself."

"Mind if I borrow some clothes, jeans aren't the most comfortable things to sleep in." She said grinning at him.

"Yeah of course, you might find something in the first two drawers of my dresser."

"Thanks!" she said, and headed into his bedroom to grab the change of clothes, he was hot on her heals. As she stood in front of his dresser, his arms circled her from behind and she leaned back into his warmth.

She opened the first drawer, which was filled with folded up shirts, 5 sizes too big for her small frame. She grabbed a plain black shirt and turned in Gendry's arms to face him. "If you keep touching me like this, we're just going to spend the night making out."

Gendry bent his head closer, placing soft, barely there kisses on her neck "And what would be so bad about that," he whispered.

"Nothing." Arya replied breathless.

He chuckled and she could feel his breath on her sensitive neck. "Alright I'll be good," he stated and took a step back from her, he pointed towards the bathroom, "I'll be right back."

Arya nodded and while he was in the bathroom, she took off her clothes and put on the shirt that came up to her mid-thigh, there was something about knowing she was wearing Gendry's shirt that made butterfly's flutter in her stomach.

Gendry came out of the bathroom, with just his underwear on just then and it made all normal brain process stop, as she looked at his muscled body. She finally met his eyes and she could see a mix of amusement and wonder as he gazed back at her. "My eyes are up here babe." He said, walking towards her and she rolled her eyes at him.

It felt unreal, to be standing there with him, half naked, calling her 'babe'.

She smiled at him and placed her hands on his chest, as he got within touching distance. She could feel him lean into her touch, craving more. "Is this the where you tell me some bullshit about how you normally sleep naked."

He broke out into a grin, "I do though, but I'll wear something if you ask me to."

"No, it's fine, I like the view."

He full on laughed at that, "You're only going to wear a shirt?"

"Yep, you got a problem with that?"

"Not a one." He said, "Come on, let's go to sleep"

A/N: Hi! Thank you all for reading this! I love these characters so much and they're my fav's to write about.

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