Every Little Thing She Does Is Magic

[Arthur Pendragon]

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When Arthur found out about his arranged marriage . . . Arthur wasn't sure how he felt. He had always known he'd marry for the good of the kingdom, but for it to come this soon was . . . unexpected. Still. The ceremony had happened and, well, it wasn't as horrible as he had thought it may be. Guinevère was rather beautiful and she seemed to have a good heart. This fact was only strengthened the more time he spent with her.

He found himself caring for her, in a deeper way than he'd cared for anyone. And . . . more than he thought he could care for someone he was basically forced to marry. He often wondered what her own thoughts had been about it; being with a husband she had not known. But the two of them seemed to . . . fit. To work. And the marriage had become something comfortable and deeper than Arthur had thought. He had genuine feelings for his wife, and was proud to call himself her husband.

With the annual jousting tournament approaching, Arthur was practicing along with a few others in the designated area. Guinevère was watching along with a few other visiting nobles. His eyes narrowed at the circular target that he was to get his lance into and . . . with the princess never seeing him joust before, he did wish to impress. Just as he wished to make his father proud. Moving his horse with the required speed, he raced toward the target, positioning his land with the required angle as the one holding it above his head closed his eyes nervously.

In one swift entry, the ring linked perfectly onto Arthur's lance as he raised it up and turned his horse around to the other side of the arena. He could hear applause as he felt the pride within him as he pulled off his helmet and motioned his horse toward the audience pew reserved for royalty . . . where Guinevère sat with her maids. He lowered his head in a nod as he wore a smile upon his lips. "My lady," he acknowledged, before meeting her gaze once more, and giving Guinevère a small playful wink. Yes. He did wish to make her and his father proud at the tournament. Now, more than ever he needed to win.

[Guinevère]

Guinevère smiled and clapped as she watched her new husband get his pole int he rings! She'd seen this trick before, and to see that a joust was more then just hitting men with poles made her curious to see the training. Arthur was good! Very good! When she'd first heard of her marriage to him, she hated it. She didn't want to be sold off to unit two kingdoms, and spend the rest of her life away from her family! Yet she had silently went along to do her duty, and since has not regretted it! Not yet. . . . thought she often feared she might on day grow to regret it. Guinevère had s secret, one she'd never told anyone before.

She was falling in love with him--was already in love with him! As he moved forward to extend the lance to her, Guinevère moved forward to take the ring. She held his lance for a moment and called down, "That was wonderful!" Before letting it go, and stepping back so he could lower it, and ride away! She wanted to go down and talk to him, but worried that the king would think she was being unlady like. Looking before her, she noticed that he was ignoring the whole thing and speaking to a noble, so she turned and hurried down to the steps; moving over to where he dismounted. Holding the ring in her hand, she hurried over to him and slid into his arms, "I always thought jousting was just men hitting each other with sticks, and trying to knock them off! I had no idea how much skill was involved!"

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Arthur smiled proudly when she said it was wonderful and rode off to the side to dismount his horse and instruct the servant to ensure that his lances were checked and in order. That, was when he saw his wife moving quickly towards him. When she slid into his arms, he wrapped his own around her, a slight chuckle escaping him when she spoke of what she had once thought jousting to be.

"Oh, it is far more than that My Lady," he said in a teasing voice. "It is a true test of strength and strategy. Of stealth and agility." Of so many things that he had learned through training and practice. Things that he knew his father expected him to excel in for all the people to see. Now, he had two people that he wished to impress. Yet, his desire to impress Guinevère was more out of what he wanted to do, rather than what he was forced to do. "I hope to make you proud at the tournament," he added on with a continued smile. He leaned forward to give her a light kiss, knowing that his brow was damp with sweat and that he did not wish to pass on the signs of a workout onto her.

[Guinevère]

"It is a true test of strength and strategy. Of stealth and agility." Guinevère smiled, and raised her eye brows, "Stealth?" She questioned, You ride up on a charging horse! Where is the stealth?" She was teasing, but asking honestly. She was curious where that still came in. "I hope to make you proud at the tournament," he told her and kissed her lightly. She heard a few on lookers cheer, and her face turned a little red as she laughed up at him. Yet she knew they wouldn't welcome the real her as queen. Her secret.

"You'd do that just by not getting killed," she told him, only slightly aware of how his father demanded perfection from his son at all times. "Even if you lost, I would still stand by no other." And she meant it. She loved him. Her father making this deal was hurtful, but she was coming to see it as something wonderful! It had given her this man in her life, and each moment was . . . perfect . . .

Almost. For Guinevère's mother had given her something at birth, before she died. Something passed on from mother to daughter in her family. Guinevère had magic, and she was married to the son of Uther Pendragon--the man who killed everything magical.

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Arthur smiled at the tease, enjoying how easy it was to create such a mood between them. Something he had rather enjoyed even in the early days of their marriage. "Why, it is stealth that can separate a champion from the defeated," he began to explain. "To be clever in manoeuvring the lance to the most advantageous position. To simply charge at your opponent with the hopes of hitting them is no strategy. To be clever in your positioning . . . now that is what can lead to victory." To be sneaky. To act as if one might aim somewhere and instead, adjust the lance a second before impact. To be strategic in how you moved, how you held the lance, how you aimed the point.

There was a great deal that went into jousting and he hoped to prove that to her tomorrow. By winning. He would have cast a look at those who cheered but instead, kept his attentions on his wife and chose to ignore it. He chuckled at her response, speaking of how living would be good enough; that even if he lost, she would still stand by him. The words meant a great deal to him and only motivated him further. Though, he knew that losing was not an option. "I would have you stand by a champion. A man worthy of your company." She deserved it and he wanted to prove that worth to her. Though, hearing that she did not mind either way . . . he already felt valued by her. "Only tomorrow will tell if your husband stands as such a man," he said playfully, moving his arms from being wrapped around her. More out of necessity than desire for he knew that the onlookers would have more comments to make . . . or sounds. 

[Guinevère]

Guinevère missed his arm, but knew she needed to act the princess, so Uther had no reason to be displeased with her. "Then you shall find me cheering your name from my chair!" SHe told him, wishing he didn't have this pressure but ready to be there for him anyway. "I have also heard that it is custom for the lady to give her knight of choice a favor for good luck." Guinevère pretended to look around, "Do you have a suggestion as to who I shall give it too?" Her tone was clearly teasing, as she ended up looking at him, and grinning. CLEARLY trying to playfully provoke him.

Playing with him like this was fun, because he knew she was only teasing, and that the only favors she would ever give out would be to him. Guinevère loved him, and while she had yet to say the words; she felt loved by him.

Which made keeping part of herself from him hard. She wanted to be able to let him see all of her, yet he was Uther's son. He had been raised to hate magic and kill it. What if he only saw the magic, and no longer lover her? What if he told his father? Which was why she never spoke about it, and did not use it for anything when others were near. It was her secret. She'd take it to the grave.

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Arthur made a face, one of mock offence when she teased him about who she should give the favour to. Earlier thoughts of how easy it was to fall into this playful mood with her, resurfacing. Strengthening. How well they got along was not something he had thought possible after marrying a woman he barley knew. Yet, he was so incredibly glad to be proved wrong. "I suggest you give it to last year's champion," he said with a playful boast in his voice, since . . . that was him.

"Which so happens to be your husband," he added on, knowing she was obviously not here for the last tournament. "It would give him great strength during the tournament, to know that he has the favour of the princess," Arthur added, in attempt to flatter her. It was not so difficult to do so; she was after all, beautiful inside and out. He stepped closer to her, lowering his voice so that only she could hear. "Of course, there are also other ways in which she can give him strength before the day." Clear flirtation in his voice as he leaned forward to lightly touch her lips again. He couldn't quite get enough. Of each kiss. Of each touch. The more his feelings for her developed, strengthened and grew, the more difficult it became to keep himself from her.

[Guinevère]

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She laughed at his face when she teased him, and kept her smile on it while he explained he was last years champion! She had the feeling that he was the year before that's as well. And possibly all the years before that! Uther seemed the type to expect his son to be champion. She'd heard that Uther had fought and won this kingdom, rather than inherit it. Perhaps that was why he pushed his son so hard.

"Then perhaps you should tell your father that you are going to give me a tour of the . . . . j-jousting horses? and excuse ourselves to go look at them." She tilted her head up at him, wondering if that made any scene. It was merely and excuse to get them away, and give them time to themselves. They WERE still newlyweds after all! Some time alone was expected as they got to know each other! (In all ways, but the one)!

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Jousting horses. Arthur had to stifle a chuckle, finding her excuse rather endearing and well, he was not about to turn time any opportunity to spend time alone with his wife. Turning, he took a few steps forward so that his father would hear him.

"Sire, the princess wishes to see all that jousting entails. Including the jousting horses." This time, it was harder to hold back the laughter but by some miracle, he had managed. The words were almost a tease, having used the exact same term she had. "If we may be dismissed so that I can honour her request." Uther gave a nod, dismissing his son at which point, Arthur turned back to Guinevère, taking her hand in his. "Come. Let us see the jousting horses," he smiled, though wasn't exactly leading her to the stables.

[Guinevère]

Guinevère slmost hid her face when Arthur told his father her horrid idea! She was hoping that he would have something better-smoother, or more real sounding then jousting horses! Were they not the same horses that knights rode all the time? Arthur took her hand, Guinevère looked up at him. "That was horrid! Do you think he believed us?" She asked, praying Uther didn't know they were sneaking off to be together!

Uther was strict, and as if yet shed given him no reason to be displeased with her, but she knew that there would come a time when his attentions could fall on her. It was why she had never used her magic in the kingdom. Why she was too afraid to even use it to do little things in her room--because she feared what would happen if Arthur saw, or her maid or his manservant. She would be alone in Camelot with no were to run!

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Arthur couldn't help but chuckle as Guinevère spoke of how that had been horrid and asked whether he thought Uther believed him or not. Arthur knew there was no reason to lie -- not that he ever thought to lie to Guinevère. He wanted his marriage to be an honest one. "No," he answered but with a playfulness in his voice, for he wasn't phased about it. "But, nor will he question it," Arthur assured her. "So long as I am not neglecting my duties as a prince, he has no issue with me upholding my duties as a husband." Another tease in his voice, to lessen the weight of his words. For on the inside, he knew his father was strict when it came to Arthur fulfilling his role.

He did not believe that two should marry for love and that whatever romance came with it, needed to be placed second for the kingdom always came first. What Arthur had not told his father though, was that the two went hand in hand. to have a thriving kingdom, one had to have a happy ruler upon the throne. It made Arthur wonder -- but never dare bring to voice -- how different his father would have been had Arthur's mother lived. "Don't worry, Guinevère," Arthur assured her. "We may as well enjoy what stolen moments in the day we can. Do not worry about the king's mind." Arthur wasn't worried about his father, not in this matter.

[Guinevère]

Uther. She wasn't able to not worry or fear Uther Pendragon. She wanted to let go and feel just let a young newly married woman while falling in love with her husband. Yet her powers--the ones she'd never spoke of kept her from enjoying the life here as deeply as she wanted. With one exception: She was falling in love with her husband.

"Then I shall put my trust in you," She said with a slight tease (because she meant it more then what he could know, "and go with you anywhere you take me!" Surely he wouldn't really take her tot he stables?! She had been trying to get home alone for some husband/wife time and you couldn't do that int he stables! Which meant he must be leading them to their room! It was still odd, to have a husband and be here--yet she found it was a wonderful feeling (unless Uther was around).

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Arthur did not take her words for granted. To hear that he had her trust. He softly smiled at her, as she spoke of going anywhere that she would take him. Something had been on his mind for a little while now, and he wondered if it would be a good time to bring it up. "I must admit I am torn," he began to say, trying to find a good time to say this and . . . well, this just felt right. In this moment. "To take you to either your chambers or mine." As was tradition, a husband and wife though expected to lay together . . . still had their own chambers. And yet, Arthur found himself falling more and more in love with his wife. The idea of having separate rooms was something he suddenly found to be . . . unnecessary.

Of course her space would always be there, but why not bring her things to his room so that they could share it. And suddenly, he felt nervous in asking this, knowing it was not the norm. But nor did he think he would care so deeply about a wife that was arranged by his father. "And I thought of a solution . . . " He paused for a moment, turning to face her, still holding her hand in his, looking softly into her beautiful brown eyes. "Why not make it one in the same?" He hoped she knew what he meant by that, and was already trying to plan out what his response would be if he needed to clarify. As well as brace himself for rejection.

[Guinevère]

Arthur told her that he was torn and it was because he didn't know if he should take her to his chamber--Yes!--or her chamber--which was also promising, though his bed was bigger and gave them more room to roll around. She was pretending to think over it, and was going to plan to say something coy when he finished it with an offer t make their two rooms one . . . .

It was such a surprising thing that she could only stop and stare up at him for a moment. Guinevère smiled and stepped closer, "You wish to share a room?" She asked, finding the idea both thrilling--and frightening! he'd have to be more careful! Not use her magic for fear he'd see her do it. Yet even knowing the risk, she wanted it! She wanted to wake up to him every morning! She wanted to see him fall alseep, and be this close to him every night! Yes, she was afraid, but that didn't stop her for a second. "I'd love too!" She told him, leaning up to kiss him, lingering over the kiss as she tasted him; and he tasted like summer and heat.

"And, in that case, take me to mine . . . for one last time."

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She repeated his question, and it made him increasingly nervous. She was smiling, but did this mean she did not wish to do so? Was she searching her mind to find a polite way to say no? Perhaps he should retract his statement. Perhaps he should pretend as if he had never asked it. Perhaps -- "I'd love too!" The words caused him to smile with relief, eyes closing only to return the kiss as he wrapped his arms around her and lifting her a little off the ground.

Setting her back on her feet, drawing out of the kiss in time to hear her say to take them to her room, one last time. "I'd love to," he said playfully repeating her words. With that, he took her hand in his, no longer wishing to find a reason to stall. Or prolong the journey to a private area. Fortunately, there were no other distractions along the way and as soon as they stepped through the threshold, Arthur pushed the door shut and gently pulled Guinevère towards him, kissing her deeply, passionately . . . an expression of his gratitude and excitement over her agreement to share a room. And, the growing affection he was feeling for her. Love. Yes. It was most certainly love.

[Guinevère]

Guinevère bit her lip as he pulled her down each hallway, and they quickly made their way up each step--it seemed to take forever, and no time at all to get there! He pulled her into the room, and Guinevère laughed, as her skirt billowed, turning around her legs as he pulled her into him for a kiss! A kiss that even after a new months made her heart race, and body warm! She loved this man! She loved his kindness, and his honor! . . . his kindness and honor.

She wanted to tell him. She wanted to trust him and feel honest with him! She wanted to show him that she wasn't what he his father said! Yet she knew it would be making him choose between her and his father--a choice a son never should have to make.

Guinevère let her fingers run over Arthur's shoulders, and hold him there. She was slowly growing bolder in their love making, and she wanted to keep getting bolder. He was in his chainmail, and it was hard to feel him though the cool metal, so she pulled back and reached for his hand. "Chainmail in a lady's chamber?" She teased, "How over dressed you are!" Pulling him toward he table, she walked behind him to unbuckle the shoulder and the back of the chainmail, before walking back around him.

Once he was free of the should part, she helped him remove the chainmail. It was heavy, and she struggled to get it high enough to get over his head---so she used ehr magic to help her! Whispering some words--breathing them really out of fear he would hear--her magic lifted up the chainmail, and she then pulled it to the ground before he could notice! "Slowly getting better!"

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Arthur couldn't help but smile with amusement when she spoke of how he was overdressed. "I am," he agreed between kisses, his lips moving from hers to her cheek, kissing along her jaw. "Perhaps you should aid me with that," he told her playfully, though she was already on it. Moving behind him, she loosened the bits of armour, before coming around to help with the chainmail. He was about to offer to do it when she lifted it over his head -- almost effortlessly. He watched it fall to the ground, and then looked back at her, a bit of surprise in his face though, in a good way.

"Getting better indeed," he praised. "You're a lot stronger than you look, Guinevère," he said playfully. He moved an arm to wrap around her, pulling her against him, chest to chest once more. "And you, are full of surprises." With that, he kissed her again, and again . . . not letting it break this time, as he felt the burden of the weighted metal lifted. No longer a barrier between them. His hands started to busy themselves, moving to her laces as he started to pull them out. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he knew he should bathe having just finished training but . . . the thought of parting from her for so long, seemed unbearable. "You need a new wardrobe," he told her with teasingly agitation between each caress of his lips against her skin. There were too many damn laces!

[Guinevère]

Guinevère couldn't meet his eyes as he teased her, "Practice makes perfect," she told him, trying to not let her mind go down that direction right now! Instead she pushed aside the thoughts of him discovering her magic and instead thought of only him! One day she'd have to deal with this, and she feared that day, but it wasn't today! Today her husband was growing close to naked before her, and her mind thought of only THAT!

She relaxed when he told her that she needed a new wardrobe, "You can ride a horse across the field and attack men with laces, but laces are too much for you?" She teased, "Even knowing that you have me naked under it?" More teasing, and her face blushed from the boldness of her words as she teased him. Her fingers pulled at his ties, and pushed the jacket from his shoulders!

He was sweaty, and smelled like a man should! It did things to her to see him like this, and she was grateful that she'd taken the chance to bring him up here. Leaning forward she nipped at his neck, tasting his saltiness, there, as her lips trailed up to his ear. "If we are to share a bed, does this mean I could have you at dawn, before you leave me?" She breathed there, trying to help him think of good things.

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Arthur made a mental note to gift her with dresses that could just be pulled off. That he could just tug at and they would effortlessly come off! These damn ties were taking too long. She teased him about it, speaking of how he could do presumably more challenging things, yet the laces were too much for him. His impatience only grew when she added on even knowing that she was naked under it. "Perhaps that is why they are so difficult to remove," he said, unable to help but be slightly flustered at the inability to pull them open. Once was most definitely stuck. The tie knotted in a way that he did not want to waste time trying to undo.

She was having more success as he pulled the jacket from him, causing him to lower his arms so that it could join his chainmail on the floor. Not that it was a race but . . . he hated losing! He closed his eyes, a breath groan of pleasure emitting from deep within his throat as she nipped at his skin, speaking of having him at dawn. He swallowed, his arousal so thick that it was painful. "That's it," he said suddenly. His hands went to the fabric and pulled it apart rather than try to delicately untie it. The rip of the cloth could be heard as the dress now had no choice but to fall to the ground. Arthur spun her around, taking only a couple of steps forward so that her now bare back was against the wall. His lips hungrily went to hers, his hand moved to her leg to lift it around his waist as his fingers caressed her thighs. Never, did he think his marriage born of politics would be one that held so much passion.

But then, he never thought he would fall so deeply in love with his wife. Lifting her slightly so that he could gain better access to her without the strain from their height difference, he answered her questions. "Yes," he breathed between each frantic kiss. His lips went from hers, down her neck, tongue tasting her skin, his teeth teasing it as he reached her collar bone to do the same. "And you can keep me there," he continued, lips inching their way towards one side of her chest. "For as long as you can handle." A tease towards her now, speaking of stamina. His lastly spoken words before he silenced himself, engulfing one of her breasts into his mouth as he sucked on it hungrily his other hand still upon her thigh.

[Guinevère]

Guinevère was rather enjoying teasing her husband, but it resulted in ways she couldn't have imagined! One moment she was teasing him, testing her power in a way, and the next Arthur took control! He ripped her dress, and her heart jumped as her adrenaline spiked! It was such a powerful move, and knowing he was egar for her made her feel wetter! He backed her to the wall, and lifted her! Guinevère bit her lip as he touched her, and then parted her lips to take his kiss!

She might have magic, but Arthur made her feel magical in another sense of the word! Every touch he gave her, every intense brush of his hand, every lick and nip only make her blood heat more. He moved down to suckle on her breast and she arched up to meet him, once again biting her lip to hold back a moan. At one of his stronger nips she couldn't hold back the sound any longer! Toss her head back she gasped out his name, "Yes! Arthur!" as she FELT something . . . . . and it wasn't him!

Fear made her spine stiffen, and she forced her eyes to look around the room! She'd felt her magic! And there, on the table the candle burned HIGH and BRIGHT and--THE FLOWERS! "Arthur!" She gasped his name, hitting his shoulder to get his attention as the flowers caught fire and begin to burn quickly! She used her powers to tone the candle down; but knew she had to put out the fire without magic!