The Dark Knight

[Arthur Pendragon]

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OF CAMELOT

Arthur felt a wave of relief wash over him. The burden lifted from his shoulders. They were victorious. It was devastating to know of the loss, but at least the men did not die in vain. And they would be honored for it. Fallen brothers of the realm. "It appears, against all odds, I did not," he said with a faint smile, his words a bit of a jest though . . . they were true. The poison had nearly claimed his life. He had ridden out to his death. And yet, he was still here. Still breathing. Still alive. It was as if someone, out there, did not wish him dead. That they were protecting him in some way. A guardian of sorts.

Arthur knew it was a foolish thought but one he could not so quickly dismiss. And then she said his name. He knew that tone, even if he had never heard it before from her lips. "I know," he said in a low voice. He remembered what he had done. He'd kissed her. Truth was, he didn't think he'd live to see the aftermath of it. The consequence. He also knew . . . that this could not be. He was a favored knight of the king. Whomever he was with, would most likely be for political gain. A barter. A truce forming alliance. Not one as strong as the princess's would be obviously -- there were still some who believed he would marry her. But, Arthur knew that whoever his wife was . . . would be chosen by the king.

"I'm afraid, the king would never understand," he admitted to her, pained over the thought that whatever it was between them, could not grow to anything else. Rank and position stood in their way, as obstacles that were not so easy to overcome. He looked at her, soft longing in his eyes, his hands still needing to touch hers. "I'm sorry." Not for kissing her. Not for caring for her. But . . . "For any hurt I may have caused you." For . . . allowing this to grow to what it was, and potentially hurting her for it. As it was never his intention, to play with her emotions like that. What he felt for her was real. Sincere. And he doubted, he would feel this way for another.

[Guinevère]

He did not let her hands go, and Guinevère did not pull away from his either. It was as if they knew that once they let go, they could not hold on again. This moment had to be the last one they shared. Even if he made her feel more alive in this moment, then she had felt in forever. She never wanted to let him go! She didn't want to think of having to pretend she felt nothing, as they went though the rest of their lives. Yet she'd do it, if it meant he was alive; rather then one of the men they had found int he field.

Guinevère nodded her head. "I am just grateful you lived." She could face the rest, as long as he was live. The thought of him dying had been too much. She looked down at their hands. She loved his hands. Lifting one to her lips, she kissed them, knowing it was the last she could touch him. Raising her eyes to his face, she tried (and failed) to keep the emotion out of her voice. "I will tell the king you are awake, he was demanded to know the moment you are awake." She forced her hands to let him go, and she stood. "Thank you, Sir Arthur," for everything. For making her feel this way, for the dragon, for more then she had words to say. Guinevère then turned to walk out of the room.

[Arthur Pendragon]

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The warm sensation of her lips on his skin made him long for more. When she spoke of telling the king he was awake, Arthur wanted to ask her to stay just a moment longer. But he knew her parting was inevitable. Prolonging it may only make it more painful. He felt the immediate deprivation of her touch when she released his hand, and he never hated his title more than when it fell from her lips.

He knew this was it, and whatever incredible moments they had shared together . . . would be their first and their last. He watched her walk away and once she was out of the room, closed his eyes. He would never forget her touch, nor the way she made him feel. It was a dangerous thing to hold onto, but felt impossible to let go on. Arthur only opened his eyes when he heard the king rush in, and forced a smile upon his lips. It was time to go back to being Sir Arthur, Knight of Camelot.

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Arthur slowly inhaled as he groggily opened his eyes. The nights spent with Guinevère always granted him the best sleep. Even if she had to sneak out before the sun finished rising. He felt well rested, with her in his arms. He turned his head to look at her as her cheek was against his chest. His arm was wrapped around her to keep her nestled near him. He wondered if they moved at all during the night. But didn't dwell on such a thought. Instead, he just smiled, his fingers casually running through her locks of hair as he saw her begin to stir, ceasing all movement. She looked to peaceful when she was asleep. And moments like this, made him feel as if she was his wife. And that there was not a world outside of these walls that prevented them from being together. "Good morning," he greeted when he saw her eyes flutter open to greet the day as he had.

[Guinevère]

Guinevère felt something touch her hair, and she blinked awake, her eyes meeting Arthur's. He greeted her good morning, and she smiled up at him. "Good morning," she returned the greeting. Her fingers reached up to touch his face, feeling the slight prickle of hair from where he had yet to shave this morning. He was so handsome, here when his hair was ruffled from sleep, and his eyes were ungaured from the day.

She loved him so much. "Did I welcome you home yet?" She teased, her fingers sliding around him to pull him into a kiss. She knew she had but it had been so long since she'd seen him that she wanted to do it again. She hoped Morgana didn't send him away any time soon. They'd gotten good at slipping into each other's places and enjoying the night. Talking until they feel asleep, and making love under the stars. Breaking the kiss she looked up at him, and let herself sink into the pillows. "Is it time to leave yet?" She had to be gone before the castle begin to stir for the day. No one could know she was here all night. She hope she still had some time yet.

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He smiled as he question, breathing into the kiss as his lips moved against hers. This was truly the most perfect way to wake up. For her to be the last image he saw before bed, to her being the first when greeting a new day. "Not adequately," he teased her in response to her question of whether he welcomed her home. It had been more than adequate, but his thirst for her was never truly quenched. "Not yet," he told her, at least glad for that much.

He wasn't sure what other tasks Morgana would throw at him, so wished to enjoy this time with Guinevère as much as he could. "But perhaps I shall feign an illness," he said a jokingly. "After all, the journey back was rather perilous." It wasn't really. Not in the physical sense; more in the emotional sense but he was not dwelling on such things. He leaned forward, kissing along Guinevère's cheek. "I may require the tender care of Camelot's finest." Meaning her. His hand slipped under the covers, gently grazing her thigh. "For the entirety of the day," he continued between kisses. "And the next day . . . and the next," he added while his lips found her neck.

[Guinevère]

"Not adequately," Oh dear, "Well for that I apologize, and I shall correct the matter straight away," She said smiling at him and trying not to laugh. "But perhaps I shall feign an illness," "You can never be too careful with an illness." She encouraged him, loving this playful side of him. Once they had been very serious, and hopeless when it came to their love. It had taken some time, but they were past that now, and embraced their love! It was wonderful!

"I may require the tender care of Camelot's finest." His hand moved to touch her tigh, and she opened her legs to leg him settle his weight there, while one of them moved to hook around his leg. She could feel the beginnings of arousal there, where his body fit against her. "For the entirety of the day, and the next day . . . and the next," She could not resit teasing him, "Then I shall fetch Giaus and let him attend you," she laughed at her joke, but it faded into a deep breath from his touch. Knowing their time was short, she moved up to kiss his lips with her own. Arthur was an perfect kisser, and she loved kissing him. Her hand moved over his back, feeling the muscled there as he moved.

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He could feel everything shifting, her leg hooked around him prompting him to move a little more over her. His lips enjoying the taste of her skin while his roaming hand enjoyed the feeling of her skin. Their time was limited and he intended to take advantage of every second. However, when she mentioned Gaius he made a face, eyes staying open briefly during the deep kiss before easing out of it and his former expression of distaste reformed. "Really Guinevère?" He asked rhetorically.

"You would have me think of Gaius in such moments?" He rolled onto his back next to her, pulling his hand from his thigh. His voice held a tone of pouting as his face of disapproval remained. "Now you truly do need to welcome me home properly," he stated. After her comment . . . he was going to make her seduce him. Though, he knew it didnt take much considering how he felt about her. And how desirable she was.

[Guinevère]

Guinevère laughed at his tone, and watched him roll away. She missed his touch, and she made a sound of displeasure as she did it. Yet she knew he wasn't upset with her, and this was just them playing. The world was dark enough, that the darkness didn't belong here. Here they were untouched by rank, and power. They could be anyone, and everyone, and no one.

Rolling over so she was on her side beside him, Guinevère kissed his cheek, and moved her lips over his skin until she reached his ear; while her hand touched his belly, she ever so lightly moved over his muscles, and down to the the top of his trousers. There she began unlacing them, while whispering in his ear. "How terrible of me, I should make it up to you!"

Guinevère pushed to sit up, her leg moving over him so that she was sitting on his hips. Her hand reached for his, and she pulled him up to kiss her. She liked this, as it made her slightly taller then him, and she could kiss him the way she wanted.

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Arthur forced himself to stay still as she kissed his cheek before moving along his skin . . . though he was certainly basking in the sensation of her touch. He swallowed when her hand went over his stomach, down to his trousers to start unlacing them, a slow breath escaping him as the ability to stay still was growing increasingly more difficult.

"Yes," he breathed. "Yes, you should." He had no disagreement there, as this was all in good fun and teasing. She then shifted her position, sitting with each leg on either side of him as she pulled him up for a kiss. He closed his eyes, trying to control the eagerness he felt which, he knew would not last long at all. One hand went to her back skimming along it while the other caressed her thigh. Easing out of the kiss for a brief moment just to speak, he encouraged her. "You're doing better," he teased, before kissing her again, this time parting his lips to deepen it.

[Guinevère]

She smiled when he said she was doing better, knowing this was just a playful moment. When they made demands of each other, it wasn't out of rank or power--but love. It had taken a while to be this comfortable with each other, but she wouldn't give him or this up for all the gold and power in the kingdom. And she knew that he wouldn't either.

Her hands left him, to move and pull his shirt off of her, setting it to the side of them. Guinevère's fingers moved to his face to frame it, as she moved to kiss him again. Their first kiss had taken her breath away, and made her heart beat wildly--and even this kiss continued to do things to her. Her feelings were not fading with time but instead growing stronger. "I'll see if I can do better," she teased back, knowing just what to do.

Sliding back a little she finished opening his trousers, and pulled his cock out. Rising to her knees, and guided him into her, and slowly sank down; a sigh of pleasure escaping her lips as she did. Looking into his blue eyes, Guinevère smiled and begin to rock over him slowly--almost too slowly; teasing them both.

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Arthur knew that she never had to do better. She was always incredible. Yet, he loved that she understood the tease behind his voice. To build this much confidence and comfort between them had not been immediate. But now, it felt as if it was always the way. For he could not imagine a time in his life before Guinevère. It surely had not been filled with as much love and joy as it was now. Despite the circumstances that prevented them to be together. Something that was so easy to forget behind these closed doors where the rest of the world could cease to exist, and all that mattered was the two of them.

He lifted his arms to let her remove his shirt, swallowing in anticipation as she then removed his pants. The removal of fabric revealing his physical need for her. Her touch only made it more heightened. When she began to guide him inside of her, rocking over him, Arthur closed his eyes and heavily exhaled. His head moved back a little, basking in the sensation of being inside of her. Moments where he truly felt complete. "Better," he breathed, voice filled with a mixture of need and pleasure . . . and still somehow managed to tease her. His hand on her thigh slid up her chest, cupping one of her breasts in his hand as he massaged it, his thumb rubbing over her nipple. His other hand went to her behind to gently pressed her forward in encouragement, while manage to keep his hips still so not to quicken the pace as his eyes set on her again, glossed over with building desire for more.

[Guinevère]

She loved the feel of his hands on her. His hands had spent years wielding a sword, and even though he word gloves, his hands were roughened from use. They were stronger as well, and the feeling of that strength, being gentle on her skin always made her skin warm and come alive under his touch! It had been that way since the beginning. She could recall looking at his hands over her's and thinking of how possible they were. Yet, they'd proven her wrong!

Their love had been stronger then rank, and their own stubbornness. Stronger then anything before them. Her nipples hardened under his touch, and even though his touch was up high, she felt it there between her legs where his was deep inside her as well. Her fingers threaded through his hair, and she rested her forehead to his, keeping that almost painful slow pace. Needing more, she felt him pull her hips closer, and so she begin to ride up and sink down over him. Her weight helping his cock to sink deeper. Her knees tightened against his hips as she begin to move faster. "I never want to leave this bed," she admitted, wishing this was something she could do with him without fear of getting caught. They always said one day, and she hoped that day came soon.

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Arthur's breathig grew heavier, his chest heaving and hips moving in sync with Guinevère. The slow, drawn out actions felt incredible. As if they were savouring this moment despite the time constraints that they were always faced with. With their foreheads pressed together, Arthur took advantage of the position, kissing her deeply after she spoke of not wanting to leave this bed.

"Then don't," he whispered against her lips. His hand fell from her chest and wrapped around her, holding her near to him. As close as he could. His hips slowly thrust forward to meet each of her own, sinking himself deeper and deeper into her heat with long strokes. "Stay with me," he breathed against her lips, kissing her again and again, the thought consuming his mind and spurring on his actions. He wanted her to stay with him, forever. He wanted her in his arms every morning and every night. The need for it causing his hips to slightly pick up pace, while he coaxed her mouth open with his own for a fervent kiss, a quiet groan of pleasure emitting himself through the joining of their lips and bodies.

[Guinevère]

It was a dream, the ability to stay in this room. To pretend she didn't have to go awaken Morgana for the day, and that he did not have to meet her to speak of the trader in their mist. That they could live off their love and just exist for each other forever--a beautiful dream, but a dream still.

One that only seemed possible in the moment of heighten passion, when the world was narrowing to this very moment. Where existed other then her moving over him, and he thrust into her. The way her finger tips clung to his arms, and their kiss left her gasping for breathe. The feel of his arms, like bands of steal around her--pulling her in close as the pleasure built to this pinnacle moment of pleasure!

Moaning his name, Guinevère moved faster, falling slightly out of rhythm as she climbed slower to climax! She hear the bed squeak under the movements, and it only encouraged her to continue! Everything tightened, and she stiffed as her own body locked in place for a moment, before it broke into a good morning orgasm that made her tingle from her hair to her toes. Her hands loosened around him, as her lips sought out his. "Welcome home," she teased breathlessly, at his words from before when he told her to welcome him home properly.

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As he quickened the pace, so did she. Encouraged by the hastened movements, Arthur thrust within her faster, harder, deeper. His arms still around her as if afraid to ever let go. His panted breath occasionally silenced by the kisses he pressed against her mouth and skin. Along her neck, along her jaw. Everywhere he could reach. Muffled grunts escaped him as he felt his cock throb within her, jerking until he felt her own body shift at that peak of euphoria . . . while he met her there to fall over the edge together.

Spilling himself inside of her in a final thrust, he let out a quiet groan from the ecstasy that coursed through his body. Closing his eyes he buried his face against her chest from this angle as he took in her words. Welcome home indeed. Chest heaving as he attempted to catch his breath, he smiled as he looked up at her. "Now that . . . is a homecoming," he said teasingly, reaching up and lowering her head to kiss her. Deeply. Filled with emotion and passion in the aftermath of euphoric bliss. Easing out of it the smile immediately reformed. "You may find it challenging to outdo yourself for the next time," he said jokingly, kissing along her cheek to keep as much contact of their bodies as possible . . . for as long as he could.

[Guinevère]

"Now that . . . is a homecoming," He teased her, making Guinevère laugh, until he kissed her. She returned his kiss, letter her hands moving soothingly over his heated skin. He was sweaty, and she knew she must be too. That they would smell of each other for hours unless she washed first. And she knew she needed too. "You may find it challenging to outdo yourself for the next time," But not just yet. "It will not stop me from trying," she teased him.

Her forehead moved to rest on his shoulder, and she stayed there, just holding him and being held by him for a long lingering, beautiful moment. She kissed his shoulder, then his neck, and then his lips once more in a deep kiss. Yet it was time to get up, and begin their day. "I know today will be hard," his men had died, his friends and brothers, "I will come back tonight." To help him heal, and begin to move on. Just to make sure he wasn't alone! Guinevère din't move from him just yet, she wasn't ready to leave him.

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He smiled amidst the kiss when she spoke of how it would not stop her. "I look forward to it," he teased in return before another kiss. Yet the thought of leaving her again was not at all an appealing one. So he hoped it did not come too soon, since he knew it was inevitable. The silence that followed, the tender kisses . . . Arthur knew that was coming. Even if he was not quite ready to admit it. He just basked in the feeling of her lips against his skin, until she acknowledged that today would be hard. She was not wrong.

They would have a ceremony to honour the fallen knights, and their families would be informed prior to that. It was expected that he give the news, and Arthur dreaded it. "Tonight seems so far away," he told her with a slight but soft smile, stroking her cheek with his hand. "Thank you, Guinevère." For her support, for giving him the strength he needed to do such things. He leaned forward for another kiss, knowing they would both have to leave soon and ready for the day. "I love you." Words he could not stop saying. "So much," he added before kissing her again.

[Guinevère]

"It is," even though it was only hours, it felt like days! With one final kiss, Guinevère left the bed, and his arms, to begin getting washed and dressed for the day ahead. After rising, and dressing, Guinevère used Arthur's small mirror to comb and pin back her hair. Smoothing out her dress, she turned to look at Arthur. She just watched him for a moment from across the room.

She loved this man. Just looking at him sometimes made her feel warm, and happy. Safe. When Arthur was around, nothing could hurt her. No dragons, no villains, nothing. "Will make sure no one is in the hall?" She asked, walking to the door, to wait for him there. Before he could open it, she moved her back to block him. "One more," She asked, leaning in for just one more kiss from him before they had to go back t pretending.

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Arthur watched her get ready, enjoying the domesticity of this moment. As if this was what their lives truly were. He rather enjoyed the view, a smile playing on his lips until he finally decided that he too would have to get up. He reached for his trousers and pulled them on, before looking for his shirt. He knew he would have to bathe first but for now, the most important thing was making sure Guinevère left before she was caught with him.

She asked him to check the halls and he made his way to the door before she blocked him, saying one more. Arthur smiled as he returned the kiss, wrapping his arms around her one last time . . . until tonight. Slowly and reluctantly letting go, he eased out of the kiss, before one more quick peck and smiled. "Tonight," he repeated before opening the door and stepping outside. He waited a couple of moments, before knowing that it was good to go. "It's clear," he told her. As she walked passed him his hand reached out for hers, holding it for the few seconds she passed before she made her way down the hall, and out of sight. And . . . he already missed her.

[Guinevère]

~~~~Before~~~~~

Guinevère was in what looked to be the ruins of an old stronghold. She had been escorting Lady Morgana to visit her mother's grave, and then they were attacked. Knowing they were after Morgana, Guinevère switched dresses with her, and pretended to be Morgana. She assumed Morgana had gotten away, since they didn't know she was lying yet. That had been two days ago. Hengist had sent a ransom note to Uther, saying if he ever wanted to see his daughter again that he would pay dearly. Had it been Morgana here, then Uther would have. Yet it was NOT Morgana that Hengist held hostage, so Uther would not pay.

Fearing what would happen when Hengist found out, Guinevère knew she had to play her part until she could find a way to escape. To where she wasn't sure. How she wasn't sure. How she'd get away on foot, she wasn't sure. Yet she knew Uther would NOT pay, and she knew she couldn't wait around while he did. If she waited, he'd kill her for the trouble.

She thought back to the moment that she and Morgana had left the city. Arthur had helped Morgana to her horse, and Guinevère had watched, envious for such a simple touch. Yet after their shared kiss, and moments when the dragon attacked; they had been avoiding each other. Knowing Arthur had been close, and unable to be with him, was hurting more each day. As her and Morgana rode out of the kingdom, Guinevère had looked back at him.He had looked at her. For those few seconds, she had felt their connection again, almost stronger then before; and then she'd looked away.

She wished she had not.