Inn Love

[Arthur Pendragon]

Tag: Guinevère
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She broke the kiss, and Arthur hadn't realized how breathless he had been until she did so. They still hovered close, his heart beating heavily in his chest as he felt the true impact of the embrace. The intensity of it. And she told him that he had never kissed her like that before. He wondered if he should apologize; if it was too much. If he was being too forward. The last person he had kissed so intensely was . . . Vivian. On her bed. But that was the result of an enchantment; not actions born of desire. The apology was upon his lips but then she kissed him again, with the same passion and desire to explore. His lips immediately parted for her in response as he closed his eyes once more.

Basking in the sensation as he let it consume him completely. His hand that was wrapped around her slid up her back, to the back of her head as his fingers weaved into her curly, still damp locks. He enjoyed the taste of her, the way her tongue explored him as he did the same. Drinking in her taste he had not even realized he had such a strong burning thirst for. Perhaps never to be truly quenched, for he could not get enough of it. He eased out of it again, in attempt to keep himself at check, and mindful . . . for he did not wish to do anything to dishonour her. His forehead rested against hers, as he finally responded to her words. "Perhaps because I never had such an opportunity to," he told her with a tease in his voice. Temptation however took over, and he closed the distance again, this time trying to keep composed, though the embrace still holding the emotions he felt for it. Was impossible not to when kissing her.

[Guinevère]

Arthur kissed her back, and it was the most intense thing that had happened to her so far in her life! She forgot where she began, and the kiss ended. His taste, the way he took over her senses, and the strength that made her feel bold all filled her as she tasted him and explored him in a way that she'd never done before.

He broke the kiss, resting his forehead on hers. He spoke of never having the opportunity to kiss her like this, and she smiled from his tease; even as his kiss once again make her have to use her lips for something else. And oh! She didn't mind at all! Guinevère moved even closer, turning so that she was almost in his lap now, as she sought to get a better angle for the kiss.

Her hand was already out of the blanket, but she felt her grip loosen until it almost fell. The blanket hung there around her shoulders, forgotten, as she rested her free hand on his neck during the kiss. Her other hand still held the blanket together, but not as tightly as she had for the kiss was making her forget they were both bare under the thinning blankets.

Arthur Pendragon

[Arthur Pendragon]

Tag: Guinevère
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She was intoxicating. An assault on the senses, as the kiss lingered, and deepened, and Arthur wasn't even entirely sure he was breathing. She was practically on his lip, her centre against his, even with the blanket and their pants . . . he could still feel her warmth. His hand slid down her shoulder, feeling her bare skin and somehow becoming abundantly aware that she wore nothing underneath. That the blanket was loose around her, and well . . . it was difficult not to want to look underneath. To not think of her body. To not . . . Arthur's eyes suddenly opened amidst the deep embrace.

Their tongues exploring each other, yet something else distracted him. While his eyes were open, hers still remained shut, and after a few moments, Arthur could no longer deny the arousal that was starting to bulge in his pants. To an almost, painful state. He very abruptly ended the kiss, and staggered to his feet, the blanket falling in his scrambled attempt to stand up and quickly move away from her.

"Sorry, I'm sorry," he quickly apologized, realizing that he could use the blanket because suddenly . . . he was feeling very exposed. He leaned over to grab it, putting it around him, before taking a few more steps away from her, and turning his back to her. Oh dear. Oh dear oh dear. This was not good. He put his arm on the wall, back still faced to her as he squeezed his eyes shut, the ache intensely coursing through him. This would surely pass, but until it did . . . Arthur wasn't certain he could face her.

[Guinevère]

The kiss was building! She could feel it, and it was all she could think about. All she could feel, and it took over her! A wetness she'd never felt before was beginning to grow between her thighs as Arthur---Arthur?! He pulled back, dropping his blanket, before grabbing it and moving away. "Sorry, I'm sorry," He wasn't looking at her, and instead held his back toward her. The heat from moments ago turned to chill, and the excitement of the kiss turned to an acute self awareness. She tugged the blanket tighter, and higher around her, seeing how it had began to fall.

She'd enjoyed the kiss, but now she wondered if he had? He seemed liked he had, but then he'd . . . left her here.

She turned to face the fire, and pulled her legs more under her. Reaching out she felt of her pants, but they weren't dry enough yet. She almost put them on anyway. "Are you alright?" She asked, her tone hesitant and confused like she felt. She knew she didn't hurt him. Had she done something or touched something she shouldn't have?

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[Arthur Pendragon]

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Was he alright. Yes, and no. He was currently very uncomfortable and . . . though his back was turned towards her, he could hear it in her voice. He could imagine how she must feel and well, he didn't know how to explain it. "I'm . . . fine." His voice slightly strained, as he was trying to regain some semblance of composure.

He kept his eyes, as if willing his body to behave and for his arousal to ebb. Left unsatisfied, untended to but . . . it wasn't as if anything could happen. Not until . . . no! He needed to stop thinking about it. "Are your . . . clothes dry?" He asked her, knowing that this was his problem, and it was unfair to ask her if her clothes were dry enough to wear just because she was . . . desirable. And his body was not composing itself. He just tried taking a few deep breaths, hoping that this . . . aching feeling would diminish and that any evidence of it would soon be, non existent.

[Guinevère]

Guinevère could hear the edge in his voice, and didn't know what put it there. Was he angry? She couldn't imagine it. She'd done nothing. Hadn't she? She'd been a little---a lot forward. Was it too much? Was it unlady like? Guinevère heard him ask about her wet things and her brows went up! He wanted her dressed!? Her face went pale, and she felt her eyes prickle.

Reaching silently for her wet pants she pulled them on, and then her the purple over cloak that would cover everything but let her tunic dry. She still pulled the blanket back over her, giving it yanks to make it go around her shoulders. She was embarrassed, and upset, and angry! And hurt. And maybe a little heart broken that her first experience turned out like this. She almost went to get the pillow and just go to sleep before the fire but she wasn't going to just let this go. "I am dressed!" She told him, her voice but shaken and strong.

Arthur Pendragon

[Arthur Pendragon]

Tag: Guinevère
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She said she was dressed . . . though Arthur knew that didn't mean her clothes were dry. He felt horribly, and was well aware he owed her an explanation. But how to explain it was the real question. He waited a few more moments, continuing to take slow breaths. Continuing to try and regain some composure. Trying to think of anything other than her in such a way. And finally . . . his body settled. Still. He waited a few additional moments just to be sure, and to somehow think of a way to explain this to her. Eventually, he turned and paused only for a brief moment before reaching for his shirt and pulling it over his head. It was still damp, but it was only fair. He let silence linger for . . . well, he wasn't sure how long. He also was just standing there, keeping some distance between them. Yes. He owed her an explanation indeed.

"You're . . . very desirable, Guinevère," he began saying. Unsure how else to put it. Of course she was desirable, whether she knew it or not. "And . . . " Bloody hell, how did he explain this?! Did she know the full details of what happened to a man when faced with such desire? This wasn't exactly a conversation he'd planned out, or even thought to have. "Sometimes that . . . desire . . . " He felt like an idiot. And this was embarrassing! He was struggling to articulate what had prompted him to break away from her. "Manifests itself in a very . . . " He couldn't look at her, knowing he was looking off to the side, as if trying to explain. Hand gestures wouldn't help. He just had to come out and say it! "Physical way." There! Did . . . she know what he was getting at? He had no idea how clear that was! "For a man." Oh yeah, as if that made it any damn better!

[Guinevère]

Arthur continued to say nothing, and she sat there before the fire feeling turmoil growing inside her. Confusion and embarrassment, and so much more. When he finally moved it was only to dress in wet clothes too. It hurt that he rather wear wet clothes then . . . . whatever they had been doing. She felt unsure around him when moments ago she'd never felt more sure of anything. They'd made promises that she shouldn't have been able to make, but their love was stronger then rank, and order . . . Wasn't it?

He finally spoke, and he wasn't as eloquent as he normally was. Arthur who spoke with a sure tone, and direct words, now sounded more like her, the way he paused and thought over each little bit. As if each word was chosen with the most care. She didn't understand then either, at first. He told her she was desirable, but had pulled away. He told her that his body what?

She finally turned to look at him, and when she did, she realized what he meant. Looking back at the fire her eyes widened slightly. Oh. " . . . Oh!" She'd never heard a man speak if that before and it left her feeling unsure how to respond--and pleased she'd made him do that . . . and a little disappointed that he'd had to leave her so suddenly to stop it from happening. She was also curious.

What did she say? She had so many questions that she'd never dare ask. Did it hurt? If it hurt why would they do this? If it didn't why did he pull away? "I've never . . . " Seen one, touched one, had experience with him.

Arthur Pendragon

[Arthur Pendragon]

Tag: Guinevère
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Arthur could see the moment realization dawned on her. Her way her eyes widened and her words slightly trailed off. Her then incomplete sentence, which only left Arthur more embarrassed over the situation. He wasn't sure what the end of that sentence was, and he was even less sure that he should ask. "So . . . that's why I . . . moved away." And why he stopped. Until he could regain composure. Get a better grip on himself. "It was nothing you did." He felt the need to reassure her of that, still remembering her tone and expression when he had turned to face her. It was just . . . her.

His love for her displayed in a more physical form. A form he had as little control of as the feelings in his heart. His body, his emotions had such a natural reaction to Guinevère and this apparently was on exception. It was one of the few times they were alone, away from everything and everyone and the fact that they had been undressed and kissing so intimately after a deep conversation of commitment . . . well, suffice it to say that had been enough to really get his body to react.