Guinevère, the new queen of Camelot, laid out the dresses on the bed and turned to look around the room. It would take time, as she told Arthur, but his chambers were looking clean already. Last night the chambers had had candles everywhere! She walked in and the whole room glittered and twinkled. It was something beyond what she could dream! The flowers, the candles, the romance! The touching, the tasting, and the night they shared! Everything was magical! He'd made her his wife in name. Now, she needed to be his wife in space.
She turned to walk to the wardrobe and opened it. Pulling out one of Arthur's old red shirts she noticed how worn it it. Just then the doors opened and she looked up. Arthur! Smiling she walked to meet him part of the way into the room, and tilted her face up for a kiss. Today they would begin sharing their worlds! As husband and wife! Today they would begin a shared era of happiness.
Breaking the kiss, she looked up at him. "Husband," she greeted, enjoying the sound on her lips. The old red shirt forgotten in her hands, because in this moment (especially after the wonders of last night . . . . and this morning), she was enjoying touching him. The knowing touch that only lovers shared.
This had been one of the worst council meetings. Apart from the dry content, and the utter boredom . . . Arthur longed to spend time with his wife. Wife! The term still too good to be true. Something that he could only imagine for a time, and other times . . . something he dare not imagine for the reality had been too painful. But alas, all those years of waiting had paid off for they were now married. Together. In every sense of the word. And he wished to spend every moment with the woman he loved. The new heights they found int heir relationship leaving him longing for her touch. Which, probably wasn't the best thing to think of when surrounded by men in an enclosed space. But, how could he not think on it?! How could he not think of her?!
Arthur hadn't even noticed when Godfrey called his name, not until he said it for the third time that Arthur finally snapped out of it. And finally, the meeting was over! Arthur thanked all the men before saying he had matters to attend to and left it at that. Truthfully, he had a wife to attend to which didn't make his words that far of a lie. He walked immediately to his room, relieved that there was no interruption and once he opened the door, saw Guinevère holding one of his shirts as she approached him. He brightly smiled, the door closed behind them as his arms welcomed her, wrapping around her.
He closed the distance, kissing her slowly, deeply, breathing into the kiss as if she was breathing back the life and joy into him. He let it linger, prolong, until he eased out of it, knowing it would only be the first of many. "My wife," he greeted in response, loving the way the word sounded as it fell from his lips . . . just as he enjoyed hearing her say the word husband. "I know you are beautiful in anything you wear but I'm not sure my shirt would do you justice," he said in teasing, opening the dialogue of why she had his shirt. He hoped she wasn't planning on doing laundry . . . that was Merlin's job.
Guinevère enjoyed the kiss, just as much as before . . . well, after last night perhaps she enjoyed it a bit more. Knowing that the kiss could lead to a lot more! She smiled brightly at his jest, after so many months of missing him and their easy way of being friends this interaction was wonderful! Everything she'd dreamed of, and once thought lost too her! It was her's now!
"I did not intend to wear it." She told him with a bright smile, "I intended to ask my husband why he still had such an thread bare shirt?" She knew he liked his clothes comfortable. Arthur was in in chain mail most of the time and she assumed that after wearing the layers upon layers of thick coarse material he wanted something comfortable; and yet he so rarely wore it any more. His white one, yes, but never his red. Yet it still hung there in his wardrobe. Gesturing to her few dresses, she explained. "I found it when I was hanging them up." Yes a servant could have done that, but she wasn't one to sit so idle, and this was their home. She intended to make it theirs!
Arthur smiled, unable to help the mental image of Guinevère wearing his shirt. A mental image that was quote . . . appealing. He glanced at the shirt in her hand, the red one. He always seemed to have a red one at hand -- perhaps symbolic of the Pendragon colour, but he was particularly fond of this one. "Would you prefer him to have no shirt at all?" Arthur asked with playful flirtation. Leaning forward, he brushed aside her hair, lightly kissing the side of her neck.
"Because that can be arranged," he added on, a slight smirk on his face though he was far too occupied with kissing his wife. He knew better than to discourage her from cleaning or putting things away. So long as she did it out of desire as oppose to obligation. Before, she had worked to earn coin and now . . . that was no longer her life. She was queen. The richest woman in all the kingdom, and he wanted her to enjoy that too. Though, part of him knowing she was not one of extravagance, Arthur enjoyed the thought of spoiling her where he could. "If you require more space . . ." He said between each kiss. "I can move some of my clothing elsewhere." He was only half paying attention to the thought of organizing. Guinevère was far too distracting.
"I admit, that I have often wanted to wear one of your shirts," She liked the idea of being in something that touched him. Of the shirt being big enough to wear comfortably while they sat before the fire. Perhaps just talking or something innocent. She loved the idea of the domestication of it. That it was a sign they were so comfortable around each other that it mattered not who's short it was.
He kissed her neck, and she felt the shirt slip from her fingers! There was something sharp in her chest, and she bit her lip as he offered to move his clothes somewhere else. She was distracted for a moment, but managed to answer with "No, we can share!" Or worst case, get a second wardrobe! Yet she would try to make it work before getting another one! Her head tilted to give him more room to distract her, and there was much she wanted to do today! She wanted to ask him about the room and about moving some things around, and about the weapons on the wall that would be better suited . . . . not here! She wanted to build a home! She wanted to build it with him!
Arthur failed to notice her grip loosen on the shirt in her hand . . . though he did notice the way her neck titled, granting him more access, and he couldn't help that small smile that formed before occupying his lips in the same pattern of kisses. Feeling rather pleased that she too was enjoying his attentions upon her. "Then, allow me to share my shirt as well," he told her, his head tilting downwards, moving along her collarbone to the other side of her neck, touching whatever he could of her skin.
"And give in to your want of wanting to wear it." Of course, in order to do that he could have to get her out of her dress. So to add further meaning to his words, his hands moved to the ties on her dress and starting by pulling the first one out. Lips trailing up towards her ear, pressing against them he practically whispered directly against them. "I missed you." Since this morning, which, wasn't that long ago and yet it felt like an eternity.
Guinevère had given up on thinking about anything but her husband and his voice in her ear! It made her shiver in delight when he did that! She could feel his fingers in her laces and she smiled knowing where this was going. "You are distracting me from y work!" Though she couldn't quite care, or remember what she'd had hoped to do with her day now! Perhaps that was for later.
Her own hands couldn't find something to comfortably touch! Arthur wore mostly chain mail after all, and she disliked it in this moment. He was so hard to remove! Pulling back just enough, her hands went to stall his over her laces. "When we first fall in love, I decided there was nothing more handsome then you in chain mail." She told him, "Yet now I find it very in covenant." She didn't like not being able to feel him under it. "Perhaps chain mail should be best worn in training, rather then the council room?"
And especially the bed chambers!" Especially if he wanted to be able to charm her from work!
My name is Catherine by the way; Call me Kate. *Smiles* You're lucky to have your mother, I ... wish I had at least someone I can talk to, You know? At least i have Arthur. *sits by the window and looks out*
How are you ? Forgive me, I'm Princess Emily Dawson of Anglia, I'm here to a visit with Arthur! *Smiles light Curtsy *
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