Gendry stared, brushing sleep from his eyes and wondering what his petite fireball of a friend could possibly be doing outside his door at 2 in the morning.
Arya’s nostrils flared, and she repeated the question, this time barreling forward with her own answer. “I can’t sleep, I can’t write, I can’t even bloody <em>work out</em> without immediately wondering what you’d be doing if you were with me, and why you’re not already with me, and if you’re with that stupid bimbo from Medieval History who won’t stop following you around like a lost puppy.”
She paused, breathing heavily after her outburst, and he just stood there in his doorway completely in shock. With a frustrated huff, she turned to leave, only to have him catch her by the elbow and pull her body against his, slotting his mouth over hers with an urgency he hadn’t realized he had until right this moment.
Thanks for this! It’s been forever since I wrote this pair, but it was fun :)