#ghostsima

UGH YES. And she gets really cold at night, even though she's sharing a bed with the human space heater, so there are lots of blankets that end up in weird knots and Gendry side-eyes her so hard every morning because HOW DOES THIS KEEP HAPPENING.

Just a little bit. Because he's her sort-of-boyfriend and it's not like she's taking anything VALUABLE. And she looks almost innocent in oversized jackets and after a while he stops caring.

And she steals a couple of his t-shirts too because they're soft and smell like him and make good pyjama tops.

arya is a little bit klepto when it comes to gendry

and he pretends to get mad that she steals all his clothes

I second this statement. Also, you are super-pretty.

For ghostsima who asked for 4 (forced to share a bed) ;o) This one got a little long (but I don't think you'll mind)...I may have to come back to this idea someday...modern AU rom com style! (image by Angiemagz)

For a dingy motel with no heat, Sybil felt surprisingly warm.  Yes, there seemed to be heat radiating everywhere, especially against her back.  She sighed and started to snuggle deeper under the covers, not wanting to leave them or the wonderful comfort she was feeling nestled against her pillow—when a deep, sleepy moan just behind startled her awake.

Her eyes flew open and her breathing came to a halt…as she realized that a pair of arms were wrapped around her.  Oh God, someone was in her bed!   And not just “someone”, but a man! 

A gasp escaped her lips as her rump brushed against something that was the very opposite of a soft pillow. 

She began to rise, began to launch herself out of the warm covers and out of the bed and away from her intruder…but paused when she felt a pair of lips move across her shoulder…and then gently kiss the back of her neck…before burrowing his nose into her hair and releasing a contented sigh.

Sybil couldn’t help but sigh in return.

And that was when her bedmate jerked awake as well.

“What the—!?”

Sybil was blushing furiously, and finally managed to disentangle herself from his arms and leap out of bed, though the cold air of the motel room made her wish that she hadn’t. 

“WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE!?” she demanded, folding her arms across her chest, trying to preserve some modesty (and knowing that this cold air wasn’t helping).  “WHY are you in MY bed!?”

Tom sat up, looking confused and groggy, and Sybil’s eyes widened as she took in his muscled (and naked) chest.  “W-w-what?”

“MY BED!” she gestured at the very thing he was lying on.  “I thought we agreed last night that you would sleep in the chair?”

Tom ran his hand over his face in an effort to wake himself up, scratching at his now grizzled jaw.  “Well, if memory serves,” he paused to yawn.  “That chair is fecking uncomfortable, and you were shivering.”

She blushed furiously at this.  “So…so you took that as an invitation to get into bed with me?”

“You told me to!”

“WHAT!?” Was he actually going to sit there and lie to her face? 

“I swear, your teeth were chattering so loudly and you were trembling, and I asked you if you were cold, and you said, ‘come here’, so I did, and then you said ‘into bed’.”

Sybil blushed deeply.  Her sisters had always teased that she had a habit for sleep-talking. 

“I promise, I didn’t…touch…anything,” he held his hands out in a gesture that she assumed was meant to make him look innocent. 

And damn it, it was working.

She blushed and tried to regain some dignity then, reaching for her back and moving towards the bathroom.  “I want to leave in ten minutes,” she informed him. 

Tom groaned.  “Continuing this wild goose chase of yours, then?  Determined to find this ‘runaway fiancée’ of yours?”

She groaned.  “He is NOT my ‘runaway fiancée’!  He is my fiancée, plain and simple!”

“He telephoned you and told you he wasn’t coming back to London, that the wedding was off,  because he had met some Irish girl who is the ‘love of his life’—”

“He NEVER said that!” she hissed.

“The point I’m making,” he muttered, rising from the bed himself this time.  “Is that maybe he’s not worth all this trouble and fuss!”  His eyes locked with hers and Sybil felt her throat go dry.  “You deserve better than that, Sybil.  You deserve a man who understands and appreciates you for who you are, and who would never dream at looking at another woman because what’s the point when he has YOU in his life?”

She swallowed and tried to ignore the blueness of his eyes, the memory of his arms around her , and the effect his words were having.  “Well…” she said after a moment.  “If you ever find such a man, by all means, send him my way.”