Evading Capture: Chapter 9 “A Ludicrous Plan”
Well, my fellow readers, I have updated!
This chapter literally picks up where the last one left off and it is basically all pillow talk. It’s not so much fluff, because they do get into some intense conversations, but its still pillow talk because their naked, in bed (its a cot) talking.
I also explore some of Arya’s deep feelings.
Also I would like to mention that his WIP is coming to a close. I have to say there is probably four or five more chapters left until it’s wrapped. I am going to be so sad because it has become one of my favorites.
But enough talk about endings, lets just enjoy what we have right now!
Arya was warm, really warm. The warmth encompassing her small frame shifted slightly, allowing cool wisps of air to coat her back, causing gooseflesh to spread throughout her body. She shivered slightly as she tried to bring the missing warmth back to her exposed body.
The events of the previous night were beginning to reemerge to her waking mind, causing the corners of her mouth to tug upward. There was a slight ache between her legs, a reminder of the pleasures her body had experienced just a few short hours ago. It was an interesting ache, one she welcomed and hoped to experience more than just this one time.
She hadn’t expected last night to happen.
Arya had ignored her budding feeling for the brooding blacksmith, and when she finally broke, she wasn’t expecting him to be there like he was. He understood her more than she cared to admit, and that scared her. For people who cared about her often ended up dead.
It was a grim thought to be having, considering her mind was clouded with the intimacy she had just reciprocated to a man she trusted completely. But she’d be a fool to not think about the possibility of what could lie ahead. Just a few days ago, her mother and brother were alive and well, preparing to deceive a grotesque lord in order to secure a passage essential to winning a war. Now they laid dead; killed by men during a wedding, as they were too cowardly to do in on a battle field.
Arya realized that life is not guaranteed and that protecting the people she loved would prove a challenge, even for herself.
She had to protect Gendry, for she knew that if she were to lose him too, then her world would truly be shattered beyond repair. He was now her family, and not because of some spontaneous coupling in a worn down old shed, but because he listened and cared for her when no one else did. He came to find her during her drunken stupor, making sure that she didn’t do anything stupid. She knew that Beric and others, although they grew fond of her, would never had done the same.
Gendry was a different breed of man, the type one must grasp onto and never let go.
And that is what Arya had done.
She sunk her claws deep into him, claiming him as her own, never to let him go.
