The Dark Knight

[Arthur Pendragon]

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To hear that she would wait forever was bittersweet. On the one hand, he was so incredibly honored to know that she would. That she would rather wait for an uncertain future than to be with another. But, on the other hand . . . he knew it was not fair to her. If he was a more selfless person, he would tell her not to wait. He would distance himself from her. He would tell her that she should not wait for someone when they did not know a time they could properly be together. But alas; he was selfish. And he would continue to fear that that selfishness would be what endangered her. He just leaned forward to kiss her again, as if solidifying his promise in the gentle embrace. When she spoke of a hate building inside of Morgana, Arthur wished he could disagree.

"We share that fear," he admitted to her. "I don't know what turned her morals to be what they are now." He knew what he said was treason, but he also trusted Guinevère more than anyone. It was lament for what Morgana had become, when she used to be someone that held so much promise for a brighter future for Camelot. "I can not imagine, as I once did, going to her now and telling her of us." He had thought that when she was Queen, it would give him the ease and comfort to admit his feelings for Guinevère and that she would find a way to alter the laws of ranks that constricted them. "Do you think, she knows?" Arthur asked, his initial thoughts coming to voice. The possible reason Morgana began to dislike him, for what he did. For falling in love with her friend?

He let out a breath of amusement when Guinevère spoke of his words that voiced her own thoughts. "You will never be alone," he almost immediately said. Leaning forward, he rested his forehead against hers. "It will take far more than an army and patrols to keep me from your side. For you give me the greatest strength." A reason to return home. A reason to hold hope in his heart. A light in this kingdom when all else seemed dark. "I love you Guinevère, and I will never leave you. I promise you that." A reason more than ever to fight . . . and not let anyone -- not even a queen -- keep him from being with her in this life.

[Guinevère]

"I can not imagine, as I once did, going to her now and telling her of us." No, Morgana would no react well to that news right now. Perhaps there was a time when she once would have. Where their happiness had meant more then her need to control everything and everyone around her. "No, I fear it would only provoke her.""Do you think, she knows?""No," If she did then her anger would be directed at her friend. "If Morgana thought i kept something from her, she'd not be able to keep her anger from me. For all her faults, she still thinks we are close." Guinevère was almost protected in a way from Morgana, as their friendship--whatever it once was--meant something to Morgana still. She could see it in how Morgana would be angry, but never direct it at Guinevère. It was just a rage. "Why do you ask? Do you think she knows?"

"I love you Guinevère, and I will never leave you. I promise you that." His words armed her heart, "Then speak no more of the troubling thoughts that threaten to consume us." She told him, moving her hand up to brush his hair back. "Think of me," of her here . . . on his lap . . . in his arms . . . and starving. "This of this," starving, but not for food. She leaned in and kissed him, a light kiss. "Do not think of lives without each other, and instead think of me here," She deepen the kiss, knowing the food she had brought in was forgotten--for now. This moment had been building since the morning he had kissed her goodbye, and rode out for the patrol that had kept him from her. Her hands moved from his face, down to rest on his shoulders, as the kiss begin to deepen, change from the light kissed of people in love, to the deeper, stronger kisses that spoke of two lover's need for one another. She knew they didn't have the whole night--the risk was great of being caught. She wanted every moment she could have with him.

[Arthur Pendragon]

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Arthur felt relief when Guinevère was confident in her answer, that Morgana did not know about them. Though, it begged the question of what Arthur had done that upset the queen so much. They had been so close. And now . . . He paused when Guinevère asked why he questioned it. How did he tell her that he believed Morgana's attacks to be deliberately against him? How did he say that he believed she was the traitor, or set them up for a trap? He would need more evidence before making a claim. And he would not put Guinevère in such a position. Not tonight. "I had my suspicions that she may have found out," he told her truthfully. "But right now, it's safer that she not know." Especially for Guinevère. "And that you continue to remain a close ally to her." Because . . . Arthur had a horrible feeling that one day, it would come down to taking sides. And he did not want to imagine what would happen those who sided against Morgana Pendragon.

He next words thoroughly distracted him from darkening thoughts, welcoming her encouragement to think onl yof her. Of this. Or lives together rather than lives apart. With what limited time they did, Arthur did not wish to spend it speaking of such things that plagued them with fear. They should celebrate their time together, not mourn what ifs and hypothetical situations. Her kisses, most certainly helped with that. Arthur breathed into the embrace, parting his lips a little to deepen it, coaxing her mouth open as his hand on her cheek remained, caressing the soft, warm skin he felt under his thumb. He began to move back a little, taking her with his as his arm wrapped around her and pulled her towards him, until his back rested against one of the cushions, and he served as one for Guinevère who rested on top of him. His hand moved up her back, fingers tangling through her dark locks of hair on the back of her head, letting all thoughts flee and instead, allowing each sensation and emotion that she caused to ignite within him, consume his entire being.

[Guinevère]

Arthur kissed her back, and Guinevère felt the thrill of his kiss that never grew old. The heat from his body, the soaked into her body; warming not only her but her heart as well. Arthur began pulling her back to to rest over him, while he leaned back to the pillows behind him. It caused her body to press into his firm chest, and hard . . . . everything else. She inhaled at the feeling of her breast flattening against his chest. It made them ache for his touch there, but she was unwilling to break the kiss to say anything right now.

Her hands moved to each side of him, holding her weight while her legs shifted to be on either side of his hips. Taking his palms in her own, she used them to lift herself up and sit hip to hip, and leave him still laying back, her wet heat pressing into his firmness. Reaching for his shirt tale, she held his eyes the whole time. Not looking away from the blues, while her hands tugged his shirt from his trousers. Once it was out, she tugged his hand, so he would sit up and she could pull it over his head. She wanted to touch his chest, and feel his strength that always made her feel safe and protected. Guinevère tossed the shirt to the side. Pushing him back to laying down she leaned over him and pressed her lips to the scare that she had caused him, when her foolishness had distracted him from danger and nearly gotten him killed.

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Arthur locked eyes with her as she pulled his shirt from him, her movements sensual as always which only made his ache for her intensify. How quickly they had gone from conversation to his sheer desire for the woman he loved evident in a very physical way. He moved with her promoting, arms lifting so that she could move his shirt, which was tossed carelessly to the side. He didn't even bother looking where it landed. He didn't care. He was far too distracted by the way Guinevère moved. By the way the heat of her core was pressed against him. His chest rose and fall, heaving with need for more. More of her.

He watched her, eyes glossed over with emotion and desire as she placed a tender kiss on his chest. He knew what she was kissing and in a way, cherished that scar. For it was what had helped save her. And he would endure a thousand more if it meant she was safe. His hand moved to the side of her head, easing it towards him where placed another deep kiss against her lips, allowing some of that desire to flow into it with a fervency in the embrace. One hand moved to her back though this time, with more purpose as he began to pull out each lace, one by one. His other hand did not remain idle, slipping under her dress where he could feel her bare thigh, caressing it in a repeated path up and down. He enjoyed memorizing every inch of her body, familiarizing himself with it, and yet, he still could never get enough of touching her; of feeling her.

[Guinevère]

Guinevère kissed the scar, and felt him pull her away from it, stealing her lips in another kiss. She knew that he didn't regret his scar, and she understood it. It lead to their days together that would become their beginning--yet she had caused him days of uncomfort and pain.

She kissed him back, and felt his hands on her laces. She felt the anticipation of knowing that soon his hands would be on her. That his fingers would soon touch her. It was a heady feeling that made her feel excited for what was to come. His hand on her thigh made her muscles clench as she she remembered where his hands would eventually be. "I've missed you," she admitted between kisses, her voice a bit more breathless then before. Her teeth nipped at his lip, before she kissed him again. Once her laces were loosen she leaned up enough to pull it from her shoulders, letting it pool at her waist, before leaning down, skin to skin, for an embrace.

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Arthur's fingers worked to pull the ties of each lace until the dress was loose enough to be removed. At which point, Guinevère adjusted herself so that it could be pulled down, which Arthur helped with rather eagerly. When she moved down for another kiss, he now felt the warmth of her body against him, further igniting the burning desire for her. Her words belatedly processed in his mind, compelled to return them so that she knew he felt the same way. "And I you," he breathed in between, lips still working against hers as his hands ran over her now bare back.

"I find it rather fortunate . . . " He began to say between each kiss, slightly breathless, deepened with desire. "That you are not wearing many layers," he added teasingly, smiling through the next kiss, his eyes remaining closed. Fortunate indeed. For as he spoke of missing her, the less layers he had to remove from her, the better. With that, his hand fell to his trousers, undoing the ties of them as his hand on her thigh began to move between her legs in the few inches that were between them. "How much did you miss me?" Another tease in his voice, filled with suggestion as his finger teased her, caressing her outer walls.

[Guinevère]

He teased her, and Guinevère laughed between kissing at his words. This was one of the many reason she loved him. They laughed and smiled together. It wasn't an maudlin affair, but one of mutual love, laughter, and passion. "Perhaps I was thinking of you when I dressed this morning," Guinevère teased him back. She always was thinking of him in the mornings when she was alone in her homestead, waiting for the fire to warm the place while she dressed. Today had been warmer, and thankfully so.

His fingers moved up her leg, and touched between the v-of her thighs. Guinevère reached for his wrist, not moving him, but holding on. Her hips rocked over his fingers--ones the were used to wielding swords, and now were teasing her. "I can't--I can't even begin to explain it with words." It was too big of a feeling to be described with words. It had to be felt. "It felt--" Her eyes closed as his fingers began a rhythm over her clit that made her thighs tense and her body tight, swelling in a sense. "It felt like part of me was missing. The part of me I liked best!" Her word came out true--but rushed as her mind begin thinking of nothing of the tightening pressure, the sharp sign that he was going to make her come. "Please don't stop!" She begged him, needing the feeling of him touching her more then air at the moment.

[Arthur Pendragon]

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Arthur quite enjoyed hearing Guinevère unable to form words in the midst of such passionate actions. Had he himself not been so overwhelmed with need, perhaps he would have encouraged the tease. Continued it. But with the absence of days, the dangers that befell, and the limited time they had . . . Arthur knew that such was not a luxury often afforded to them. One day, when they could truly be together in every sense of the word . . . he would spend far longer teasing her. Hearing the way her words paused between each jolt of pleasure. The way she pleaded that made Arthur want nothing more than to comply with each request and plea. This, was no exception. "This part?" He asked with the same tease, his finger toying with her already sensitive and throbbing area. Deciding against prolonging anything -- as his mind had already made up -- Arthur finally got the laces of his pants undone, and pulled them down, kicking them off with his feet so that they did not hinder his mobility.

With that, he sat up a bit, not in an upright position with Guinevère astride him. His hand went to his cock, guiding the head to where he body sought more. Arthur's lips moving against Guinevère, speaking against each kiss. "I need you," he breathed, responding to her words of not stopping for he had no intention of doing so. Capturing her lips against his he jerked his hips forward, slipping himself inside of her as he heavily exhaled at that feeling of being so complete, as their bodies became one. Staying still, just basking in the sensation of being inside of her and allowing her to grow used to it as well. Unable to restrain himself any longer, he moved his hips forward in a slow, drawn out thrust. A muffled groan of building pleasure escaped him -- muffled only for he refused to break the contact of their mouths. His hand moved to the cheek of her behind, moving her forward to meet each thrust though he knew that she needed no assistance for him. Just any excuse to touch her wherever his hands could reach.

[Guinevère]

Guinevère could feel him removing his trousers, and she shifted so she could hold up her own weight to help him move. When he pushed in her, Guinevère felt his stretching her, and so deep that a delicious sharp almost painful feeling hit her low in her belly. Moaning, breathed though the intense feeling, knowing it was only going to get better, but she wanted to wait to make sure the came together. "Move," she begged him, needing to feel him filling her up over, and trusting into her.

And he did! She hadn't been with another before, but she had been with Arthur enough to when he was great, and when it would be so much more then a word as simple are great. This would be the later. She moved her hips with him, meeting his thrust, as her body tightened, and grew even wetter. Her hands tightened on his shoulders, as the only thing she could feel was the building pleasure. Wanting to make sure it was as glorious for him, as it was for her she reached between them, and stroked his cock as he used his hips to thus in and out of her. Her lips nipping at his jawline, and lips, before her forehead rested no his.

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Arthur managed to stifle a laugh, though a breath of amusement escaped him at her one word. "So demanding," he teased against her skin. Though in truth, he loved it. The fact that ranks were so far removed between them. That she could make any demand of him and he was bound by the love he felt for her. Though of course, such demands were often in moments of passion or tease. Words were becoming more difficult to form, coherence diminishing as each sensation of their bodies overpowered all else. One hand moved to rest against the rug, his arm straight down so that he could brace himself and build a more steady momentum of each thrust. Falling easily into a pattern.

Even the first time they lay together, they moved so perfectly in sync . . . as if their bodies were meant only for each other, and no other. Heavy breaths of pleasure rumbled from within him with each thrust. The fireplace only added more heat to their already heated bodies yet it did not slow Arthur down. A deep groan escaped him when he felt her fingers over his slick cock, tugging at her lower lip for a moment before nestling his head in the crook of her neck, kissing the skin there. Mindful not to overuse his teeth so that there was no evidence of their actions. His pace quickened, throbbing inside of her which signaled he was close. Groaning her name against her neck, he thrust slightly upwards, hitting that spot deep within her where his finger enjoyed teasing. He lips moved along her neck to her shoulder, breath becoming more heavy and actions more vigorous as he strove to take them over the edge of sheer euphoria.

[Guinevère]

His mouth was only adding to the intense building of the sharp tingling between her legs. "Arthur, please," she groaned, needing to come more then she needed to breath. She could feel her heart pounding in her chest, so hard that that she feared it might burst! "Arthur," her breathing was harder, and louder as she tried to keep breathing during the coupling. She knew why he'd not make a mark on her, but apart of her wanted him too. Want proof of their love, even if it would get them in trouble. The rational part of her mind wasn't working, only the need to be his and come.


Then it happened, in a glorious explosion of euphoria from deep inside of her! Her body tensed and her muscles tightened around his cock as if trying to holding him inside of her, but the wetness allowed him to keep moving, and make the orgasm sharper, and longer. "Yes, Arthur, please, yes!" If felt so good, and he hoped he felt it too! The connection of being there with each other the closeness, the knowledge that they made each other feel this feeling of perfectness!

[Arthur Pendragon]

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Her words of encouragement spurred him on. As did any sound she made. It was glorious music to his ears, basking in the honor and privilege that he and only he was privy to hearing her speak such things, in such a way. He'd learned her body well enough to feel when she was close, and to know when she came. So when he felt her tremble, he pushed her towards another, or the prolonging of it. For he knew he too was quite close to it. With that determination, he pushed into her harder, faster, stronger . . . until he joined her in the sea of ecstasy, spilling himself inside of her with a final thrust accompanied by a groan of pleasure. His shoulders relaxed, face still buried against her neck as he tried to control his strained breathing.

His chest heaved with the intensity of his release, basking in the euphoric aftermath of their actions. Drawing his head back he kissed her deeply, pouring every emotion felt in moments such as these into the kiss, before easing out of it, and falling onto his back against the pillow, still tucked inside of her. He gazed up at her with a lazy smile, eyes heavily lidded while lingering over her perfect form. He had not had the pleasure of looking at her unclad body as they had been pressed against each other. He now took advantage of it, correcting that oversight. His hand trailed up her thigh, over her stomach, to her breast where he gently massaged it for a moment, and trailed further up her shoulder, the side of her neck, until reaching her cheek. "How is one so beautiful?" He asked rhetorically, drinking in the sight of her; every inch of her.

[Guinevère]

She squcked in a deep breath, and it felt like she was breathing for the first time in a long time. Her body felt like it was floating, and weightless. His touch was almost all she could feel as she slowly came down. He asked how she was so beautiful, and Guinevère felt her face heat! He'd just seen her naked, and sweaty, and desperate and he thought he beautiful? Her cheeks darkened, as she moved to hide her face into his skin. "Only you see me thus," She told him, knowing that she was no great beauty, but she did think she was pretty. "And when you look at me, I believe it."

This feeling of peace came over her, as she basked into his arms. "Do you recall when you asked me what I missed most?" He had been referring to their love making, but there was something she missed more. "It's this." She whispered, referring to the feeling of utter connection they had, especially after the intense love making. "It was just being held by you, knowing for these night, you're mine and I am yours, and the shadows can't come in this room."

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Just as he enjoyed eliciting sounds and words of pleasure from her, he also enjoyed being able to bring a blush to her cheeks, smiling proudly at the way she reacted. "No," he disagreed when she told him only he saw her as beautiful. She radiated both an inner and outer beauty; without compare to any other. "It is only I who has the honor of praising you in such a way for it," he told her, taking one of her hands as bringing it to his lips as he kissed it in a lingering embrace.

An honor that he would never take for granted. When she moved to rest against him, Arthur took in her words. Knowing, how much he missed that too. How he longed for her to be the last one he saw every night, and the first sight he saw when greeting a new day. "I feel the same," he told her. "Nights are far colder without your embrace," he added on. He slept better with her near. He could breathe easier. And parting, or being forced from each others arms due to circumstance, made him feel so incomplete. He wrapped his arms around her, draping them over her as a makeshift blanket. "So let us make up for lost time, and not just let it be memories that comfort us tonight." But rather, each other's actual, physical company.

[Guinevère]

Guinevère knew they'd long forgotten the meal, but she wanted him fed and rested. "Then eat, and take me to your bed. For I would sleep warmly in your arms." For however long she was able to stay, without drawing attention from others. She was hidden here, but if she didn't leave then others would wonder when she did exit his rooms. Staying the whole night wasn't advised, but sometimes on the rarest of occasions they risked it.

"I shall return in a moment," She kissed his lips, before standing, and walked to his wash basin. There she cleaned his seed from her legs, were it leaked from her, and pulled on one of his shirts rather then her dress. Walking back to lift her dress up, she draped it over a chair to prevent wrinkles, so she could wear it again on the morrow. One befit of being a servant, was her limited wardrobe, and no one questioning her wearing the same dress for many days. Returning to her lover, she sat down, and reached for some of the meat. Lifting it to his lips, to make sure he ate. "Eat, you will need your strength." For her, for the kingdom . . . to find the traitor.

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The thought was indeed a perfect one. Holding her as they drifted to a slumber, though one that would have to draw to an early close . . . considering the laws that still kept them apart. Though now, it was more than laws that concerned him and made him more careful that their relationship was no discovered. He watched Guinevère as she moved away to clean herself, unable to keep his gaze from her until eventually, he decided to somewhat put himself back together. The domesticity of this felt incredible; it was so easy to forget, even for a moment, that this was not how it truly was.

Arthur pulled his pants on and tying them, still warm from their vigorous activities and the heat from the fire place so opted to let Guinevère be the only one to wear one of his shirts. He sat up properly when she returned, offering him some food to his lips and telling him to head. "Still so demanding," he teased her with a smirk, but parted his lips and accepted the food. Eating that single bite, brought attention back to his actual hunger, now that all other things had subsided. "You give me strength," he told her truthfully, but still took another bite of the food. "What does tomorrow hold for you?" He asked, wondering what she had on schedule for the day.

[Guinevère]

Seeing him eat the meat, she reached for another to take her own bite, enjoying the taste even while cold. He called her demanding, and she smiled, recalling the days when she was not so. She was not afraid of him, but she wasn't bold around him. How things had changed with his love. Guinevère used to be incredibly shy, and awkward. He saw her as something better, and she had slowly become stronger while falling in love with him. He made her want to be the person he saw her to be.

"Tomorrow, is just a normal day." She told him, not explaining a lot but what could she explain? She would attend Morgana in the morning, and clean her chambers, before doing whatever it was that Morgana would ask of her that day. "She has a bit of mending needed, so when she meets with the council I shall take care of that." She liked that. Being left in Morgana's chambers to clean it and mend the clothes. Not having to worry about what mood her former friend would be in today.

[Arthur Pendragon]

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Arthur took another bite as he listened to her answer, speaking of nothing eventful that tomorrow held. Arthur was also very aware that he was being limited in his involvement with the council. Where he once was heavily involved in the politics of the kingdom, he was now dismissed from some of the meetings. Still. He intended to ask the Queen about the reinforcements she had promised to send. If they had been intercepted, Arthur would need to find them. If not . . . well, it only would have caused his suspicions to arise.

"I made request for an audience with the Queen tomorrow," he told her, in case Guinevère would be there by Morgana's throne when he was present and addressing concerns as well as updating Morgana on what happened. "Events that occurred during patrol must be explained so that we can investigate, and expose the traitor." And his meeting with her . . . well, he would be keeping a very close eye on what he saw behind Morgana's gaze.

[Guinevère]

He said that he was going to talk to Morgana tomorrow, and Guinevère was glad. They often disagreed when Arthur spoke up, but Guinevère hoped that between the two of this the traitor would be caught soon. "Morgana is many things, but she will not stand for someone betraying her." Guinevère said, taking another bite, before pushing the rest to him. She wasn't hunger any longer. She had suppered earlier in the evening, and she'd eaten just enough now to fill her.

"Try not to vex her," Guinevère teased, reaching over to brush his hair back, and smiling at him. "You just came back to me, and I rather have her decide t send you away again." Arthur stood up for the people, without crossing the line of treason. She knew he wanted nothing more then to protect the people, but she worried that it would one day push her too far.