Giggling, she drags Bran to the godswood. As they ran across the grounds of Winterfell, no one gave them a second glance. Just a brother and sister playing, they probably thought. How cute, they're holding hands! None guessed what the two were really up to.
Entering the forest sanctuary inside the walls of Winterfell, and finally alone, the two embraced each other, their lips once again meeting. Bran enjoyed the kiss deeply, taking a much more active role this time. His tongue pushed into her mouth, wrestling with hers for dominance. His hands roamed her body, eventually finding her small, yet plump, ass. He was enjoying himself so much he was confused when she pulled back.
"Do you hear that?" Arya asked, cocking his head. He strained his ears, but only heard the sounds of the godswood. The singing of the birds, the wind in the trees, the splash of water... Wait, Bran thought, the godswood has a pond, not a stream!
Arya heard it too, quietly walking toward the sound. Bran followed her, years of climbing making him quite stealthy. As the two siblings approached the pond, they hid behind a bush, now wanting to be caught.
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