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Challenge 291 - Quiet - Game of Thrones - A Night Well Spent
Title: A Night Well Spent
Fandom: Game of Thrones
Pairing: Arya Stark/Brienne of Tarth
Rating: Teen
Word Count: 758
Summary: With the battle against the White Walkers looming on the horizon, Arya has very definite ideas on who she would like to spend her last night with
There was an eerie sort of quiet that fell the night before the battle. Strategies had been planned, everyone knew their place in the battle, everyone knew they might not live to see the following sunrise. In the great hall at Winterfell, the low hush of conversations of people seeking companionship for what could be their last night created a murmur in the chamber.
Gendry's eyes sought her out once again. Arya realized his intent and also knew in her heart that he was not who she wanted. She looked away from him again, eyes falling on the tall blonde woman in armor, speaking to the Hound. If she had her choice on the last night of the world, Arya would choose Brienne.
Brienne wondered what Arya Stark could possibly find fascinating about her. The Stark girl had looked in her direction no less than six times during the course of the evening, and those were just the times she'd caught. Arya surveyed her conve regardless of who Brienne was speaking with at the time. Arya could be subtle when she chose, able to sneak up on a person with the stealth movements of an assassin. So this overt examination must mean something. She turned her back to Arya and tried to focus on what Clegane was telling her.
“Ser, may I have a moment of your time?” Arya said, close behind them.
“What did I tell you, girl? I'm not anybody's knight. Go see your blacksmith,” Clegane said.
“I was not addressing you, Hound,” Arya replied.
“Oh, that's the way of it,” Clegane said, a knowing leer on his face.
Brienne blushed, both pleased by Arya's form of address and embarrassed by Clegane's insinuation. “That is not the way of it.”
“Little miss may beg to differ” was Clegane's parting shot.
“Arya,” said Brienne, a note of frustration in her voice.
“Ser Brienne.”
“We have a big day ahead of us tomorrow. I think it would be in both of our best interests if we...”
“...go to bed?” Arya said, taking Brienne's arm and walking in the direction of her bedchamber.
“Yes.” On seeing Arya's grin, Brienne tugged her arm free and said, “Separately.”
“No.”
“I don't believe you know what you're asking, Lady Stark.”
“I do. And I'm no more lady than you are, Ser. I've seen you watching me during our training sessions.”
“I admire your technique.”
“You admire more than that.”
“If that is your impression, I do apologize.”
“There's no need. I have watched you speak with many men tonight, Ser. Any of them would have been game for a tumble with you.”
Brienne let out a harsh laugh.
“It's true,” Arya protested. “All you needed to do was say the word and any of them would have been your companion for the night.”
“None of them would have been my choice.”
“And you wish to spend what could be your last night of life alone in your bedchamber?”
“It is how I have spent every night up til this one. And how I will more than likely spend each night after, if I am so fortunate as to survive the day.”
“If you had your choice...”
“Lady... Arya... I made a promise to your mother.”
Arya grinned. “I do not think you promised that.” They came to a stop outside of Arya's bedchamber. “Come inside.”
“I shouldn't.”
“Would you rather I kissed you out here in the open, where anyone could see us?”
Brienne pushed the door open and followed Arya inside the room. A fire had been lit and the room was comfortably warm. Arya began to unfasten her shirt and Brienne stared at her.
“I've never...”
“Nor have I,” said Arya, stripping down to her undergarments. “But I've learned enough about the body as to where pleasure is to be found. Let us know some pleasure on this last night.” She approached Brienne again, stepping close and going up on her tiptoes while pulling Brienne down for a kiss.
Brienne wrapped her arms around Arya, lifting her as the kiss deepened. “Will you stay?” asked Arya, when they broke apart.
“Yes.”
Arya helped Brienne out of her clothes and invited her to lay on the bed beside her where they could freely explore each other's bodies. Neither of them knew what tomorrow would bring, but tonight would be a night well spent.
Fandom: Game of Thrones
Pairing: Arya Stark/Brienne of Tarth
Rating: Teen
Word Count: 758
Summary: With the battle against the White Walkers looming on the horizon, Arya has very definite ideas on who she would like to spend her last night with
There was an eerie sort of quiet that fell the night before the battle. Strategies had been planned, everyone knew their place in the battle, everyone knew they might not live to see the following sunrise. In the great hall at Winterfell, the low hush of conversations of people seeking companionship for what could be their last night created a murmur in the chamber.
Gendry's eyes sought her out once again. Arya realized his intent and also knew in her heart that he was not who she wanted. She looked away from him again, eyes falling on the tall blonde woman in armor, speaking to the Hound. If she had her choice on the last night of the world, Arya would choose Brienne.
Brienne wondered what Arya Stark could possibly find fascinating about her. The Stark girl had looked in her direction no less than six times during the course of the evening, and those were just the times she'd caught. Arya surveyed her conve regardless of who Brienne was speaking with at the time. Arya could be subtle when she chose, able to sneak up on a person with the stealth movements of an assassin. So this overt examination must mean something. She turned her back to Arya and tried to focus on what Clegane was telling her.
“Ser, may I have a moment of your time?” Arya said, close behind them.
“What did I tell you, girl? I'm not anybody's knight. Go see your blacksmith,” Clegane said.
“I was not addressing you, Hound,” Arya replied.
“Oh, that's the way of it,” Clegane said, a knowing leer on his face.
Brienne blushed, both pleased by Arya's form of address and embarrassed by Clegane's insinuation. “That is not the way of it.”
“Little miss may beg to differ” was Clegane's parting shot.
“Arya,” said Brienne, a note of frustration in her voice.
“Ser Brienne.”
“We have a big day ahead of us tomorrow. I think it would be in both of our best interests if we...”
“...go to bed?” Arya said, taking Brienne's arm and walking in the direction of her bedchamber.
“Yes.” On seeing Arya's grin, Brienne tugged her arm free and said, “Separately.”
“No.”
“I don't believe you know what you're asking, Lady Stark.”
“I do. And I'm no more lady than you are, Ser. I've seen you watching me during our training sessions.”
“I admire your technique.”
“You admire more than that.”
“If that is your impression, I do apologize.”
“There's no need. I have watched you speak with many men tonight, Ser. Any of them would have been game for a tumble with you.”
Brienne let out a harsh laugh.
“It's true,” Arya protested. “All you needed to do was say the word and any of them would have been your companion for the night.”
“None of them would have been my choice.”
“And you wish to spend what could be your last night of life alone in your bedchamber?”
“It is how I have spent every night up til this one. And how I will more than likely spend each night after, if I am so fortunate as to survive the day.”
“If you had your choice...”
“Lady... Arya... I made a promise to your mother.”
Arya grinned. “I do not think you promised that.” They came to a stop outside of Arya's bedchamber. “Come inside.”
“I shouldn't.”
“Would you rather I kissed you out here in the open, where anyone could see us?”
Brienne pushed the door open and followed Arya inside the room. A fire had been lit and the room was comfortably warm. Arya began to unfasten her shirt and Brienne stared at her.
“I've never...”
“Nor have I,” said Arya, stripping down to her undergarments. “But I've learned enough about the body as to where pleasure is to be found. Let us know some pleasure on this last night.” She approached Brienne again, stepping close and going up on her tiptoes while pulling Brienne down for a kiss.
Brienne wrapped her arms around Arya, lifting her as the kiss deepened. “Will you stay?” asked Arya, when they broke apart.
“Yes.”
Arya helped Brienne out of her clothes and invited her to lay on the bed beside her where they could freely explore each other's bodies. Neither of them knew what tomorrow would bring, but tonight would be a night well spent.