Sure Thing (Gendry x Arya)
His woman doesn’t do anything halfway.
She doesn't "appear" on Sunday political talk show panels, she flays stodgy old pundits and Parliamentarians with needlelike precision.
She doesn't "apologize" for screwing up their holiday, she bends over the bed and allows him to take out all the frustration he felt sitting alone at his parents' Solstice dinner table on her pert little ass.
And when she alters the trajectory of their lives, she does it dressed in one of his tank tops and a pair of boy shorts. With his favorite sweet potato cheesecake from Hot Pies for breakfast and a Solstice card delivered via Nymeria, dog slobber and all, that reads:
"We can do it, baby, simple and plain… Marry me."
What?
Arya is feminist, non-conformist, and non-traditional. She’s given him dozens of graduate-level lectures about misogynistic institutions and how ownership and love are separate values. She moved in with him and day by day, proved she was as relentless in her love for him as she is with everything else. And he agreed that he didn't need the ring or the ceremony because those were small sacrifices compared to not having this maddening half-wolf, half-woman for the rest of his life.
He breathes through the pounding in his chest and scans the words again. And again. And a third time before speaking. "But you don't…"
Across the kitchen counter, Arya nods. "I know what I said." Then, she bites her lip. "And I know you don't need it and I love you for that. But...I think I do. I need everyone in my life to take this," she motions between them, "as seriously as I do."
Gendry looks down at his pie and shakes his head. Life with Arya Stark would never be simple.
“Let’s think about it. Not 'if.' Of course, I want to marry you. But you don’t do ‘traditional,’ so we need to decide what marriage looks like for us.”
“Okay…”
“And then,” he meets her tentative gaze with a firm one, “I’m gonna ask you. With a ring. No diamonds, I know you hate those, but I'll make whatever you want.”
She does the lip bite/smile thing that ends him. Every bloody time. Gods, she's gorgeous. And ridiculous. And fucking perfect and all his. For life. He’s already crossing the counter to reach her before she very pointedly says “Sure thing.”
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