It Is Destiny My Love

[Arthur Pendragon]

Arthur had been having a moody day today. He had been so disappointed and discouraged after last night. And her rejection of his chicken and beans, and ultimately him . . . had truly broken his heart. He was not sure how he was still functioning. He felt he'd entered a depressive state, and had no idea how to get himself out of it. Thankfully, he did not have to. After a few encouraging words from Guinevère, and then the letter that was slipped under his door . . . Arthur felt like a new man! His spirits had been raised to unimaginable levels, and he felt excited! She was giving him another chance! His love was giving him another chance to prove himself! He would not disappoint her this time! He would not fail her! Not ever! This time he would not come with chicken and beans, but with desire and . . . he needed to bring something romantic to woo her with. In the beginning of the day, time seemed to have dragged on, practically at a standstill. But now, it went even slower.

For he was anxious to see his love, and knew the only time he would be able to do this was when everyone was in meetings, and at night. After making himself look presentable, and getting the perfect red rose, he began to walk towards Vivian's chambers. He was confidently striding down the hall, but suddenly froze when he saw the guards outside her doors. Camelot guards?! Damn it! He looked awkwardly at his rose and hid it behind his back, before slowly slinking away before anyone noticed him. Hmmm . . . he was going to have to be a bit creative now. For he was not about to give up. He could not disappoint his love who had sent him a letter and was waiting for him! He went outside the castle, so very thankful that he knew every area of the castle like the back of his hand. He went to the appropriate wall and looked up at the window that he would climb to to get to his love! For no barrier was too great! He put the stem of the rose into his mouth and with great determination, began to climb. It was not an easy climb, but it was well worth it. Every step he took was a step closer to his love.

Once he was inside, he struggled to climb through, finding it far more awkward than he anticipated. He sprawled in, nearly falling over but tried to make himself look all suave by doing a mini somersault and stand right up on his feet. Good thing she was asleep and unable to see that! He paused when he saw her, and just gazed at her. He'd been out of breath, and she made him lose even more of it. He slowly took out the now broken stemmed rose from his mouth and just held it there. He looked upon her and her beauty. Finding her so very desirable; the epitome of perfection! He let out a heavy sigh of content as he leaned his hand against the bed post. "At last!" He said mid sigh, finding that the only thing that would make this moment more perfect . . . was when she woke up. Deciding that he could not bare any distance between them, he needed to be closer to her.

He wanted to hold her, to take in her scent, to just . . . be with her. So he made himself rather comfortable. He lay down next to her, so that he could just stare at her while she slept in her peaceful slumber. His body was leaned towards her, his eyes resting on her beautiful fair face. How could such an image not drive a man to madness?! How could one show so much restraint when something so exquisitely gorgeous lay right next to them. He moved his hand to her cheek, his finger beginning to caress her soft skin . . . hoping she would wake up. But was perfectly content with just lying here next to her, and watching her sleep. Watching her dream. Watching . . . his Vivian. The only woman he would ever love! His reason for being!

[Vivian]

Vivian sighed as she could feel something on her cheek. It felt like someone was stroking it! As she woke she came face to face with him. Her one true love – now and forever. “My love!” she gasped as she saw him lying there beside her.

But how had he managed to get in without being seen? Not that it mattered – nothing mattered anymore. Just Vivian and Arthur. And he looked even more handsome than when she last laid eyes on him. Everything about him was perfection. His eye, his hair, HIS FACE.
Even the chicken and beans he had brought last night were adorable!!! How had she ever rejected him when he had chicken! CHICKEN!! Chicken was the food of love, and the beans complimented it even more. She made a mental note to ask him to bring them to her again that evening.

Vivian looked at Arthur with excitement, adoration, love, hunger – everything that she could possibly describe. It was all running through her mind at the moment! She wanted him, she needed him, she had to have him now or she was going to scream!!! Vivian never thought she could truly feel this way about anyone. Arthur was her heart and soul, and she would gladly carve his name into her heart should they ever be parted.

[Arthur Pendragon]

She started to move . . . and then she opened her eyes . . . she was . . . AWAKE! Arthur braced himself a little, just watching her at first to see what her reaction would be. The last time he had tried to see her, she had denied him her company. And this time, he came not with a platter of food . . . but rather, just himself. On her bed. Watching her sleep. But her words caused his heart to burst with excitement. "My Love!" She called him her love! He had heard no sweeter words . . . for they were coming from her lips. Her enticing lips, that Arthur just wanted to press his against. God, she was radiant! How was it possible for someone to be this beautiful?! And she was his beauty. His and no one else's. He had given her his heart and now she cherished it, rather than crushed it. Oh how glorious! How wonderful this was! When she sat up, he did do, as they were in sync. He found his breath growing more heavy, as the arousal consumed him . . . his passion threatening to unleash itself. "Always," he said, still breathing heavily, his body just itching to hold hers, his lips miraculously finding them not yet pressed against hers.

"Forever," he added. He wanted her to know that no matter what . . . he was hers. And she was his. She seemed to be leaning closer and closer, and his eyes rested on her lips as she did so. He was just waiting for that one second . . . for she was so close . . . and yet too far. Their faces remained inches apart for only a matter of mere seconds, for they finally kissed. And what a wonderful kiss it was! Wonderful, because Arthur had desired this for far too long. The agony of waiting for it had nearly drove him to madness, or suicide. But now, he thought of none of that. He could only focus on the desire that surged through his body, revealing themselves in the desperate and passionate way he kissed her. Wanting more . . . needing more! He brought his hand up to rest on the side of her neck, though it was covered with her radiant golden locks of soft hair. Her touch was so soft, so amazing, so perfect! He knew he would not be able to control his actions any longer! Now that they had finally closed the distance between them . . . how would he ever be able to stop?! Especially since they were on her bed.

[Vivian]

Oh his wonderful face! Flawless and far more than the definition of perfection! Vivian just wanted to kiss it right off of him! But then again, if she did that then she would not be able to kiss him again after. But still! She was hungry, hungry for love, hungry for him. How had she not noticed his perfectly defined features before?! It was ludacris! The way his hair fell so perfectly, the beautiful blue pools for eyes that lit up even the darkest of nights. The smile....oh lord the smile that she felt could kill her with just one shot her way! It was just so radiant!

"Always, Forever"

Ok, she couldnt take it anymore and launched herself onto him. Lips crashing down against his and savouring every moment. How amazing it felt! To finally be able to give into ones feelings of sheer passion and lust! She wanted him, he would be all that she ever wanted. Her hands were everywhere in the heat of the moment, running down his cheek, all over his back...

....They were on her bed....

This thought only made her want to take the agony of being away from him...well, away. She sighed happing on feeling his hand bring itself to rest on her neck. Vivian deepend their kiss more, she didn't care about anything else, about anyone else. She and Arthur were in love and no one or nothing was going to take it from them!

[Arthur Pendragon]

Feeling her kiss him in return only encouraged him. His heart beat faster and he could feel his body heaving against her. He deepened the kiss with such fervent intensity as his hands frantically moved over her sensual body. Her tiny frame which he loved to feel in his large hands. Her petite waist, her soft lips . . . everything about her was so utterly desirable! How had he survived without his love for so long?! He would never be able to after this. He wanted to possess her, body and soul. For she already had his heart. And he would prove it! Even if he needed to rip it out of his chest and offer it to her on a platter! Her hands on him provided him with such a sensation. It only made him more desperate for her. He wanted to just push her back on the bed, yet could not bring himself to move from this current position. Enjoying all too much the way her hands were on him, and the way his hands were on her.

One of his hands went to her radiant golden curly locks from her neck -- as they felt like the finest silk in all this world. They felt like silk from heaven! Which made sense since she was an angel descended from the heavens above. He brushed her hair back as his lips regrettably moved from hers, and trailed down to her neck, placing passionate kisses along it, making sure her hair was back so that he could feel her soft luscious skin. "My Lady," he murmured in between kisses, his other hand still moving over her waist, her back . . . anywhere that he could touch. "How I love you!" He added in a moan of pleasure as his head nestled deeper against the crook of her neck, continuing to let his lips caress the area.

[Vivian]

She sighed at the pleasure he was bringing her. How had she survived so long without his touch?! It was just not right. A life without him was a life without air. And if Vivian couldn't have him, then she might as well not have air to breathe at all.

Her hands moved slowly down to the bottom of his shirt and slid underneath it. Her hands moving over the warmth of his stomach. His perfectly toned one. It felt so...so...wow! words could not even describe the feeling. She just wanted him. Very last part of him. She NEEDED him. "Oh Arthur!" she gasped inbetween his kisses. They were so soft and delicate, and he was holding her as though she was the last precious flower that he was afraid would wilt at any given moment. "How I love you!" she felt him moan against her neck, where the softest of kisses were being placed.

"Oh my love..." she couldn't even get her words out as her hands continued to carress his torso, moving around to his back and basically anywhere under his shirt. "I love you more than I can express!" another small gasp escaped her lips against his. "Why must you tease me so?"
It was almost as though she was begging. Vivian had never begged for anything in her life, but Arthur? Well, she might as well be on her knees.

[Arthur Pendragon]

Arthur had to stop for a moment when he felt her hands move under his shirt. Her touch was delicate, and yet it burned him everywhere she touched. Burning him with desire! Making him all the more needy for her. He exhaled in sheer pleasure, breathing heavily against her skin. Oh how she knew just how to caress his bare skin! It felt incredible! Wonderful! It . . . made him realize that he was just sitting here, nuzzled against her when he could be gaining more pleasure and giving her something in return. More so when he heard the way she said his name, filled with such love and passion! How she gasped in between kisses! How she . . . "Why must you tease me so?" Was begging for him! When she need not do so! For he desired her above everything else! Above breathing! He moved his head from being against her neck and looked at her before pressing her lips against her, his mouth moving over her no longer with such delicacy, but with that building need and desire she was causing to course through him.

"How you feel like heaven to touch!" He said against her mouth, as his lips began to move again. Only this time, instead of going to her neck, they went down to her collar bone, placing fiercely ardent kisses along them, yet trying to remain somehow gentle so that he would not leave a mark. While thoughts of her father were far from his mind, he did not want to blemish her otherwise perfect and flawless fair skin! "I must possess you!" He added desperately, as his lips moved a bit lower. Her dress had a low collar, just enough to hide her upper chest areas. So whatever parts were exposed by her skin, the lowest part on her chest that was uncovered, he found his lips moving along, not yet going lower for he had not yet attempted to take off her night gown. With his head in this position, his hand moved along her stomach, feeling the silver accessory on her dress and finding every piece of clothing they had on, to be a nuisance and barrier to uniting themselves, body and soul.

[Vivian]

She could feel his lips scarring her across her collarbone. Bring one hand up and moving her fingers across it to see if she could feel any mark that he'd left. Of course not, because his kisses were just as perfect as he! "How you feel like heaven to touch!" she heard him say, making the hand on her collarbone run through his perfect hair. So soft...so smooth...oh how she wanted him!

"Why must you do this to me!" she breathed in between each kiss, that felt like it would last a lifetime. "Why must you make me want you so badly! It is like the most excruciating pain I have ever felt!"
At this she could now feel the hand in his hair join the other underneath his shirt, her nails toying with his skin across his back, just generally wanting to rip the darn thing off that was preventing skin to skin contact! Besides, clothes were a little overrated these days anyway!

"I must possess you!"

Just the thought sent her over the edge. She tugged at his shirt, anywhere, any place? She didn't care where it ripped, as long as it just came off! "Then possess me my love!" she gasped again. "Just do not make me wait any longer!". The wanting, the needing, It was all too much and soon she could feel her nails raking down his chest until they reached his belt...

[Arthur Pendragon]

Oh how he understood the pain she was talking about far too well! Excruciating! What a perfect word to use to describe the agony he was feeling ripple through him! She was so perfect, flawless! He wanted nothing more than to take her completely . . . for a love as strong as this should never be denied! How had he lived so long without her?! How had he even breathed without her?! She seemed to be asking the same things, for her words provided further encouraged as his lips continued to trail around where they were exploring. Such perfection! The epitome of perfection she was! Having busied himself along her exposed skin, he could feel her nails dig into his chest . . . and he found the sensation wonderful! Because it was her hands. It did not hurt in the least, but rather fueled his passion as he felt how much she wanted this too! "My Love!" He exclaimed, much like the way she had when he'd first entered her chambers.

With enthusiasm and desirous lust! He could feel her tugging at his shirt and by no means had any objections! He would have helped her with it, had his own hands not been grazing her stomach, moving along her leg, caressing her upper leg over the dress. The damn fabric of the dress! It wasn't until he felt her hand move toward his belt that he knew he was not going to be able to last much longer. He head moved back to align itself with hers as he once again, pressed his lips against hers fervently! He wanted to touch and kiss any and every part of her! His hands moved to her waist and tried to shift her closer to him, so that she could be more properly seated in his lap, as her nails continued to give him that arousing effect. "I can not be deprived of you," he said desperately, hardly distancing his lips from her. Just speaking against them in a muffled, breathless voice.

"Marry me! Tonight! No sooner than tomorrow!" Perhaps they could find Geoffrey tonight so that he could wed them. Or first thing tomorrow! Could he wait until tomorrow?! Perhaps not! "Be mine to love, for I am already yours!" While he was not thinking of it for reasons of honor . . . he did mean it! He wanted to be with her always and forever! One of his hands stayed on her knee, while the other moved to the back of her nightgown, resting on the ties. The ties he would not yet pull. For he wished to just bask in this glorious feeling of kissing her. Awaiting his rather nontraditional 'proposal'. "I do not wish to ever be parted from your side!" He added, wanting her so badly that it was agonizing to be without her! Any moment apart killed him, until he was reunited in her arms where he felt he was alive again!