Post by Arthur Pendragon on Feb 17, 2019 2:38:09 GMT -5
Tag: for the love
OF CAMELOT
This was not exactly how Arthur had intended this to go -- not that he was complaining. Guinevère had told him that her brother was working late at the forge, and Arthur had intended to meet her to just . . . talk. To spend time with her. After recent events of nearly losing her, he found himself more . . . emotional than usual. His father had to believe that his feelings for Guinevère were the result of an enchantment and while they both knew that was not true, it still made things more difficult. Yet, the promise of waiting for each other truly solidified their relationship. He had declared his love for her in the throne room -- even if others believed it was the result of magic. And while he had said he loved her, now he was most certainly showing it.
One thing had led to another, and that had led Guinevère to be on her kitchen table. And Arthur, standing there in front of her, standing between her legs. Their lips moved against each others, need, passion, desperation even in the heated embrace as he kissed her with fervent desire. He had hiked up her dress enough to gain access to her, and was already working on unlacing his trousers with one hand, while his other went to the back of her dress to pull the laces of that. In the process, he had knocked over a vase, hearing it smash to the ground and assuming the flowers pilled with it. Turning his head a little he glanced at the broken item. "Sorry," he breathed, though didn't really care in the moment about it, and immediately occupied his lips once more as he kissed her neck, teasing the skin and starting to finally feel her dress loosen.
One thing had led to another, and that had led Guinevère to be on her kitchen table. And Arthur, standing there in front of her, standing between her legs. Their lips moved against each others, need, passion, desperation even in the heated embrace as he kissed her with fervent desire. He had hiked up her dress enough to gain access to her, and was already working on unlacing his trousers with one hand, while his other went to the back of her dress to pull the laces of that. In the process, he had knocked over a vase, hearing it smash to the ground and assuming the flowers pilled with it. Turning his head a little he glanced at the broken item. "Sorry," he breathed, though didn't really care in the moment about it, and immediately occupied his lips once more as he kissed her neck, teasing the skin and starting to finally feel her dress loosen.
