Honour Bound

[Arthur Pendragon]

Tag: Guinevère
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OF CAMELOT

She spoke of how she felt like she didn't know him, and Arthur truly wanted to change that. To let her feel like she did know him and . . . it was clear that it was this side of him that she wanted to get to know. A side of him that had been rejected by his own father though he supposed now, it was a different case considering what he found out about the former queen. "Of course," he told her with a small smile.

"If there is anything you'd like to know Guinevère, ask," he encouraged. He also knew that if she felt this way now, it would only grow to be more intense when they returned to Camelot . . . and the castle, -- should they be victorious. "I know there is much that has been left unsaid," he began to say in full acknowledgement. "So should there be anything you want to know, I will answer everything." Because, now that the truth was out . . . there was no point withholding anything anymore. He opened the door to their house, waiting for her to step inside before he followed, closing it behind them, and relieved for the place that granted them privacy . . . should she wish to inquire about anything tonight.

[Guinevère]

Guinevère stepped into their home, and watched Arthur shut the door. "Anything?" She asked, not intending to dig deep tonight. She had meant it whens he said that she missed her husband while he was away. Ever since that night when he told her that he was a royal (and she'd misunderstood and assumed he was a prince) she had not been really held by him. Now she really wanted that. She wanted to hold her husband and let him known that she did love him--even if she was hurt by him.

And that was why he hurt so much, because she loved him so much. "So if I asked you to tell me something, you'd share?" Guinevère wasn't sure if he would pick up on her meaning with just her words, so she reached over and touched his chain mail. "Will you show me how to take this off of you?" Because she needed to touch his skin.

[Arthur Pendragon]

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"Anything," Arthur immediately responded. He would tell her whatever she desired to know, aware that he had to fix this. That he wanted her to know that she did know him. That she knew him best, and if that came with answering any questions about his past . . . he would do so willingly. "I would," he said without an ounce of hesitancy when she asked him if he would share. She moved closer to him, reaching out to touch his chainmail and her words . . . caused him to smile.

A wave of relief washing over him. Not because he did not wish her to ask what she desired. But because . . . tonight would not be a night to engage in conversations about the past that held burden. Tonight, would be what they had talked about before. Just, being with each other. Just enjoying the private moments that would not be as common in the coming days. He leaned forward, to rest his forehead against hers. "There is a latch on the back of my neck to remove the first piece." They needed to get the small bits of armor off first before the chainmail could be removed and . . . he found the thought of her removing it, incredibly tempting. With his words, he kissed her cheek in a slow, lingering embrace.

[Guinevère]

Arthur moved closer, and rested his forehead on her's. Guinevère tilted her head up to kiss his nose, then each one of his eyes, and then his cheek. Stepping back and walked slowly around him, letting her fingers trail over the mental that covered his body. When she was behind him, her fingers reached up and unbuckled the armor. Helping him slide it off. Guinevère could see another buckle there for the chain mail, so she reached up to undo the buckle there as well.

Walking back around him, she looked up at him. "And how do I get this off?" She asked, knowing this would be the last part she needed help with. Guinevère could figure out there rest, for she had spent years undressing him. It was some of her favored memories of them together; like slowly unwrapping a gift, that she'd enjoy all night long.

[Arthur Pendragon]

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Arthur close his eyes as she kissed him, basking in her sensual touch. One that lingered with her hands as oppose to lips as she moved behind him. He turned his head, longing to see her. The last person who had undressed him from his armour had been a servant. Years go. This was far better.

Despite the reminder it held of what he had kept from her; of the way their lives would drastically change. He tried not to think on it, and Guinevère was doing an excellent job of distracting him. Of keeping the subject from lingering and instead . . . enjoying the time they had together. For Arthur wanted nothing more than that. She moved back to stand in front of him and asked how to get it off. "You just have to lift it off," he told her softly, starting to raise his arms. "It's heavy," he warned with a faint smile. The weight of it far more than just mere wounds.

[Guinevère]

Guinevère did as he explained to help pull off the chain mail, and once it was off, she dropped it. Looking up at him with wide eyes she broke the mood for a moment, "How do you wear that?!" She asked, before reaching for his hand. She pulled him so that he moved and his back was to the table, leaning against it. She reached up to untie each of the ties on his padded Jacket, and push it off his shoulders. Then she tugged his shirt off over his head.

He's said she could ask him anything . . .

Her eyes lingered over his naked chest, while her fingers moved over his skin. "Tell me how you got this one," she asked, touching the one on his shoulder. Guinevère waited until he began speaking, before she leaned forward to kiss it, and move her hands over his muscles that were near it. Her lips moved down and over his skin as she moved to the one on his chest, "And this one?" While he spoke she used her tongue to trace it, and learn his body the way she would have if this was her first time seeing him naked. All those years ago . . . .

[Arthur Pendragon]

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Arthur couldn't help the smile of amusement that played on his lips when she asked how he wore that. "You get used to it," he assured her. He still remembered the first time he had ever put on chainmail. He had been struggling to keep his balance, not wanting to disappoint his father. It had left his body sore and aching for days after, until he got used to it. And now . . . despite not having worn it for years, it still felt . . . normal. Such thoughts quickly fled from his mind as Guinevère proceeded to remove the rest of his clothing, moving him back until he felt the table behind him. She asked him how he got a scar. One of the many his body was marked with. He let out a slow breath, knowing, that he was not going to keep anything from her any more.

"A griffin," he began to say. "Attacked the city. I got it when fighting the creature." He watched her through heavy lids, glossed over with the building desire as he felt her lips touch the marked skin. Afterwards, she inquired about another. "A joust," he breathed, finding it more and more difficult to form words with the way her tongue moved along his skin. "It was an assassin." He wasn't even realizing the magnitude of his words, but rather, just answering her question while basking in her touch.

"Posing as a knight." Arthur vaguely remembered the incident, memory hazed from what she was doing to him. "He lost," Arthur added, almost as a joke though it held truth. His hand went to the back of her head, weaving his fingers through her hair as he leaned forward, pressing his lips against her cheek and lowering his head to her neck, breathing her name against his skin. His free hand went to the laces on the back of her dress and starting pulling them out, one by one.

[Guinevère]

Guinevère heard his words, and she kept her attentions moving over his skin, as she learned his body. Learned the scars, and tried to imagine how his life--AN ASSASSIN? Guinevère closed her eyes for a moment and rested her forehand over the scar. Assassins. His world had assassins.

She felt his hand in her hair, and she rose up to kiss him; feeling his hands on her dress. "And if I wasn't done with you yet?" she asked in a teasing voice, trying to keep things light. This was her night with her husband, and she didn't want to ruin it, with talks of assassins. So she would store that away to freak out about later and in stead let him begin to undress her. "I wanted to undress you . . . see all of you." Another tease as her fingers went the to ties of his trousers.

[Arthur Pendragon]

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OF CAMELOT

Arthur smiled at her words, the thought of it further building his eagerness and anticipation for what was to come. "I would not stop you from any of your desires," he told her, the words in context of what they were currently doing. Once he finished the last lace, he slowly pulled down the sleeves so that it pooled at her feet, kissing along her neck and feeling the warmth of her skin. "For I am yours," he said between kisses. Tonight, and every night. They would return to a kingdom soon enough.

They would be thrust into a lifestyle they had lived in the absence of. But in every meaning of the word, he belonged to Guinevère, and he never wanted her to have any doubt in that The feeling of her fingers on his trousers only thickened his growing arousal for his wife and he brought his lips to hers, kissing her deeply before breathing against them in words. "Tell me all that you want tonight." She wanted to undress him she said, and he would wait for her to do so before letting his own desires distract her from the task. But . . . whatever else she wanted, whatever else she desired, he would grant her everything. n

[Guinevère]

Feeling the dress loosen, she stood there as it pooled tot he ground. She gave him a moment to look his fill--knowing he enjoyed it. There had been a time when they first began sleeping together that she had been too shy and unsure to show him her body, and yet with time she had learned to embrace her body and let him enjoy it as much as she enjoyed his body!

With his hips pressed to the table, her fingers tangled into the laces of his trousers and she gave them a sharp tug to begin to loosen them. First with one strong, and then the other string. Reaching for the flaps she peeled them open. She loosened it enough to tug a few inches down his his, so his cock would spring free. Standing closer, she left the tips of her breast brush his chest as she reached to begin stroking him. "I want to feel my husband beside me," She told him, dipping her fingers inside his trousers to cup his heavy sack. "I want him to feel as desperate as I do."

[Arthur Pendragon]

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Arthur felt the immediate relief of his cock from the constraints of his pants, exhaling in pleasure when it was further relieved by Guinevère's touch. Well, somewhat. He needed more. More of her. More release. He swallowed, forcing his eyes open while attempting to process her words. It was always difficult to focus when she was making him feel this way. "Well, he does," Arthur breathed, wanting her to know that he did. That he was just as need ridden as she was -- if not more.

And that need, translated to needing to do something about it. His hands went to her waist as he spun her around and lifted her on the edge of the table. His hands then slid to her knees, parting her legs so that he could stand comfortably between them. "Your husband is apparently not a patience man," he breathed in teasing -- though not with entire untruth. With that, he captured her lips in a deep, hungry kiss, one hand sliding between her legs to touch her, to feel if she too was in fact, as desperate as he was.

[Guinevère]

Guinevère was enjoying trying to pushing him. She was about to lean down and kiss his nipples, when he reached over and spun her around! She laughed reaching up and grabbing on his arms to balance as he lifted her to sit on the table. He moved her, spreading her legs so he fit there between them, and it only made her wetter! She loved it when he did that! Her hands pulled him to her, as his mouth claimed her's in a kiss. Moaning faintly, she ran her hands down his arms and wrapped them around his back to hold him closer to her.

Then her touched her, and she widened her legs more. One of her hands lifted so her finger tangled in his hair as she held him close. She thought of the baby he'd already put in her, and how tonight they would be celebrating life in a wonderful way! "I love you," she breathed between kissed, as her hands moved yet again, gliding over his skin and soaking in the strength and power of him. Her hands ended up on the twin cheeks of his backside as she pulled his hips closer to her. "But I'll love you more if you help ease this need that I've had all day!" She begged and teased him.