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Arya turned the small glass bottle over in her hand. It was exactly as she had remembered it. The courtesans in Braavos swore by it, this oil that they reserved only for their highest paying customers. It came from some exotic vine, that's all she could recall being told of it; and not only did it smell sweet and taste pleasantly light, but it seemed to warm the skin when rubbed on it.
It was only by chance that she had the opportunity to purchase it from a merchant, and it was only by chance that Gendry had not been present to see the steep price she had willingly paid.
He shifted impatiently underneath her, drawing her back to the present. "If you're gonna do it, then you'd best get to it." he grumbled.
Not for the first time that evening, she looked down at the broad expanse of his back. "Oh, just relax. That's what this is for anyways, Lord Baratheon."
"If you'd just let me have you already then I'd have all the relaxation I need."
Arya smirked. For all he talked, she had no doubt that he would have his mind changed soon enough. "But first…. you're going to let me do this for you, correct?" she asked as she leaned down to kiss the back of his neck.
The press of her bare breasts against his back caused him to groan and roll his hips down into the blankets.
It had taken a good while to talk him into this, finally resulting in the bribe that he could take her any way he wished when he was done. Now, both of them naked and her straddling his narrow waist, she took in a steadying breath as she sat up and popped open the small cork.
With the first drizzle down onto his shoulders, Gendry flinched lightly, followed by a curse and "We're going to ruin the sheets with this..."
Arya only rolled her eyes as she sat the vial aside. Pressing her hands flat against his skin spread the oil between her fingers. The light aroma that she remembered so well filled the space around them. For a moment she wished that she could see his face, to gage his reaction.
She shifted her weight forwards and rolled the heels of her hands into his muscles. So firm underneath her, they soon easily loosened as she repeated the action, working the oil into his skin. It was warming now, and for a moment she could have sworn that he gave a soft moan along with another roll of his hips.
Her hands soon began to work further down and moved in small circles on either side of his spine. But it wasn't until she reached his lower back, right above where she sat, that he finally gave a visible reaction.
Gendry let out a large exhale and turned his head enough that Arya could see the small smile that had appeared. "Right there, love." he whispered.
Arya smiled as well and continued to knead her hands over his waist and the divot of his hips. Slowly his mouth fell open. If it hadn't been for the occasional shifting of his hands and the grinding of his hips downward, Arya would have thought that he had fallen asleep.
Several minutes were spent that way, the soft crackle of the fireplace and the soothing scent of the oil lulling them both into an arousing state.
She finally stopped her massage of his hips to lean back down and press another kiss to his neck. "Flip over." she whispered.
All protest seemed to have left Gendry, because he moved onto his back as soon as she had dismounted his waist.
It came as no surprise to see his erection spring upwards, deep red and tip glistening. But she didn't go for it just yet. No, instead she took up the bottle and poured some of the oil out across his chest.
When she splayed her hands across it, she half expected him to throw her off and pin her to the mattress. A small portion of her hoped that he would.