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Post by Arthur Pendragon on Mar 2, 2019 17:23:40 GMT -5
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"Don't worry," he assured her softly. "The weapons will be dulled and after what happened at that one melee, I'm sure Merlin will be diligent in ensuring they remain so." Surely, no magic would be used. Though even Arthur knew that this was a good opportunity to strike at any given kingdom. He only hoped that the threat of Morgana would not be upon them, after a peaceful era of two years now. In all other melee's and tournaments, Arthur had done them to prove himself, to make his father proud. And while the former was still the case, the latter was not.
He knew that if he wished to make Guinevère proud, this was not the most relevant way. "So breathe easy," he told her softly, leaning forward to kiss her forehead in a tender embrace. "Knowing that all will be safe and that you will not see me injured so easily." Or dead. But he didn't exactly want to speak of such morbidity now. He held up the favor now tied around his wrist and smiled. "Is this a promise of what awaits if I am victorious?" He asked with clear flirtation in attempt to ease her mind by lightening the mood.
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Post by Arthur Pendragon on Mar 2, 2019 17:15:23 GMT -5
Tag: Guinevère Note: Better layout coming soon! for the love OF CAMELOT She was surprised he lasted this long . . . yes. So was he. Very much so. It took practically all self control for him to not act in response to her teases yet, that self control was now wearing thin. Very thin. Especially with the way she began to rock over him . . . and as if that wasn't torturous enough, her hands began to slide over him, stroke him. With his length now free from the barrier of clothing, he felt the start of that relief, but it wasn't nearly enough. Her touch helped ease it, but he needed more. His hands could no longer remain in position, as he moved them from behind his head yet still trying to give in to her playful command. So instead, they gripped the edge of the makeshift bed on either side of them. The grip tight, as Arthur's eyes squeezed shut from the intense pleasure and aching need that throbbed for her.
"I wonder why," he said with playful sarcasm in response to her questioning of how he was growing more tense. Whatever she was causing him to feel, it felt far more intense than any training session he could have had with the knights. Not that he was even thinking about that at all. Not with her hand stroking him and her body rocking over him. No. It became too much. Perhaps, he could only partly break her 'orders'. With that determination in mind he opened his eyes, hands moving to his cock as he took hold of it, and guided himself to her center. It was slick, ready, and Arthur took full advantage. He slowly thrust up his hips, sinking deep inside of her heat and let out a heavy exhalation of breath, mixed with one of pleasure and relief.
He wanted to touch her body, he wanted to feel where they were joined yet somehow, remembered her earlier words. So his hands fell back to the sides of the table, by some miracle, not touching her skin. But, he made it at least a little better, now being firmly inside of her. "As you were," he teased in a breath, unable to help the slight smirk upon his features as he struggled to keep his eyes open from all she made him feel. Especially now that their bodies were joined as one, she could rock over his body as much as she wanted to. For if she did not move soon . . . then Arthur would.
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Post by Arthur Pendragon on Mar 2, 2019 17:00:35 GMT -5
Tag: Guinevère Note: Better layout coming soon! for the love OF CAMELOT Gaius was not helpful. Not in the least! He didn't seem to have any idea of what was going on and when Arthur asked if Merlin had been here at all, he just gave him a look. Arthur knew it best not to push it, and asked Gaius not to mention any of this to his father. Gaius told him that until there was something to actually tell, he would remain silent and mention only that Arthur was feeling under the weather. Once the physician left, Arthur closed his chamber door and started pacing. What was happening?! Right now he was prince, and while he knew there was much he had to get done but he didn't know what was going on! He longed to see his father, but also knew that until he could gain better understanding and clarity of the situation, he could not see him. But . . . he was alive. He was alive!
The now prince had lost track of how long he had paced until he resorted to looking out his windowsill. His room felt . . . empty. Cold. A warmth that Guinevère had brought with her when they married severely lacking. There was joy that his father was still alive, but there was also the emptiness of the absence of many in his life. His wife, at the top of the list. A knock caused him to jump in surprise as he made his way to the door. He opened it only a crack, enough to see who was on the other end and breathed a sigh of relief when he saw who it was. "Guinevère," he acknowledged, opening it further to allow her inside. "Come in." The invitation and gesture far too casual, but to him . . . that was how it was. Casual. This room was after all hers as well . . . even if she didn't know it yet.
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Post by Arthur Pendragon on Mar 2, 2019 15:15:46 GMT -5
Tag: Lancelot Note: Better layout coming soon! for the love OF CAMELOT Arthur gave a small smile as Lancelot told him of how he taught him the values of being a knight. Truly touching words, ones that filled Arthur's heart with honour. "You always held such values," he told him in praise of the man. "I'm just glad there was a way to honour them." By knighting him. Something he knew his father would never have done yet there was a great deal that Arthur had decided upon using his heart, not his head. Which, he couldn't say the same for in recent events. He had used his head over everything and now . . . he was regretting it. It had caused him to execute a man. Break up with Guinevère. And condemn Camelot to a war. Neither outcome was one Arthur could look back on with anything but shame. He lowered his hand after they had shaken, and pulled out a chair to seat himself as Lancelot did the same.
"Considering there are no taverns in the near vicinity," Arthur said in teasing towards Gwaine upon Lancelot's mention of him. "Hopefully he'll manage to stay out of it." Trouble. Since it always had a habit of finding Gwaine indeed. Lancelot's next question had Arthur debating how much to reveal. He owed his brother of heart an honest answer though. "Just that . . . this is the first war we face." First war caused by Arthur's own actions. Before, it had either been the sins of his father, or the bitterness of magic users. But this time, any blood spilled was on Arthur's hands. "Our first battle since my kingship, since you all were knighted." He paused for a moment. "Discounting the defeat of the immortal army," he clarified with a continued slight smile, wanting to highlight that this time . . . there was no magic. No Morgana to blame. No actions of Uther's. This time, it was a mortal army. Enemies of Camelot. And Arthur's fault.
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Post by Arthur Pendragon on Mar 2, 2019 14:59:28 GMT -5
Tag: Guinevère Note: Better layout coming soon! for the love OF CAMELOT The lucky girl. Arthur smiled almost shyly at that, knowing he was not worth anyone feeling lucky over! "And apparently, I'm the lucky man who has the attentions of the best seamstress in Camelot," he praised. He didn't know if it was better for a stranger to do it, or her. No. It was better for her. She knew him. Understood him. And . . . it gave them an excuse to spend more time together. Upon his reveal, he watched Guinevère . . . nervously. Bated breath as he tried to search her face for any reaction. Would she hate the idea? Would she tell him it was wrong? Would she speak of how he couldn't be breaking such traditions?
He gave a slow nod as she asked him, assuming it was a rhetorical question and that was when he saw her smile. And he let go of the breath he hadn't even realized he was holding. She approved. While he was confident in the decision, this provided him with even more confidence. "No," he answered when she questioned if she had told him. "But I did ask him," he added with a bit of a smile. He wanted her to know that he did not wish to force this upon the men. That it was their choice. "They all agreed." It was not just about them serving him, but rather, having the support of his brothers of heart. Of having them in the castle for justified reasons. Of . . . granting them the recognition that they deserved.
"I believe, that what makes man . . . a king strong, is having the people he cares about closeby." As a support system around him. "I can not do this without them." How he wished his mother was still alive for she had been the strongest support he'd ever known. Yet, in her absence, he had found others. "Just as I know I can not do it without you," he added on with a soft smile, taking a couple of steps towards her. It didn't matter that she was a servant, or that they were commoners. They were at the very least, his friends. And he was stronger with them near. All of them.
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Post by Arthur Pendragon on Mar 2, 2019 14:36:20 GMT -5
Tag: Guinevère Note: Better layout coming soon! for the love OF CAMELOT The occasion upon them was a grand one. Camelot along with a few other kingdoms had just finalized a massive peace treaty, and there was indeed cause for celebration. An invitation was extended to all allies, to come to Camelot and participate in the festivities. A melee was being held in honor of it, yet there were those who came simply as a show of support to Camelot, and it meant a great deal to Arthur. For this would be the first grand occasion since his kingship . . . since getting married to his queen. It would be a chance for everyone to see Guinevère upon the throne, to see Camelot in its prosperity. And a chance for Arthur and her to get to know their allies. He knew the pressures of it -- especially upon his wife of now 2 years -- yet Arthur had nothing but faith in her. Their allies were strong, good people and he hoped that everything would happen without incident.
Which, was what the current topic was as he and Guinevère spoke of Arthur's participation in the melee. "That's only happened once," he told her, taking out his shirt as he paused for a moment in thought. "Alright, twice." Valiant, and Myror. He began to pull the shirt over his head as he kept thinking about his, and ones his arms were through the sleeves, continued. "Perhaps three." There had been those two goons from the tavern. He knew that by this, he was only proving Guinevère's point. "Anyway, it doesn't matter," he quickly dismissed, clearly unconcerned with the numerous threats that had befallen him in the past. "I'm still alive am I not?" He asked with a smile, holding out his arms before adjusting his shirt so that it wasn't lopsided. "You have nothing to fear Guinevère," he told her confidently. Perhaps a little too confidently.
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Post by Arthur Pendragon on Mar 2, 2019 14:27:36 GMT -5
Tag: Guinevère Note: Better layout coming soon! for the love OF CAMELOT If proving her right meant that he was able to touch her, then he was more than happy for her to be right. But then soon enough, she moved his hand away and told him to lay on his back. Arthur was only too eager to comply, as he quickly shifted his position, not failing to notice that she was out of reach. While he knew he could get off the bed and move closer to her, he decided to play along . . . noticing that she was rather enjoying it and to be quite honest, so was he. Despite the growing need, which, he didn't doubt she would not leave unsated. He silently once again, complied, offering his hands as she moved them behind his head. His gaze lingered over her now that he was able to finally see her completely, enjoying every inch of her skin as his eyes moved over her perfect form.
When she climbed back onto him, he sharply inhaled as she pressed her hips against his ache, the trousers still serving as a hindrance. Yet, he knew she was teasing him. And he was struggling with keeps his hands where she moved them to. "I can not promise to stay like this for long," he warned her. Yet another sound of pleasure escaped him when her hands started moving over his skin, his eyes closing for a brief moment as it was all consuming. An assault on the senses. Opening them once more, gazing at her through heavy lids she told him that there was only one more placed that needed his attention.
His body slightly jerked with anticipation, chest heaving as a result of the same feeling. The exhilarating relief that he knew only she could give him. He inhaled again, raising his hips a bit to get a little more contact. "Yes," he breathed in agreement. "I need it." Her attention. "I need you," he elaborated, knowing there was a plea -- practically a beg -- in his voice to give him release. He raised one leg a little in attempt to try and pull down his pant legs, realizing he still had his boots on. "And I'm far too overdressed for you to carry on," he said with a tease in his voice, still laden with desire as his arousal thickened and made what felt like his entire body ache with burning need.
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Post by Arthur Pendragon on Mar 2, 2019 14:13:23 GMT -5
Tag: Guinevère Note: Better layout coming soon! for the love OF CAMELOT There was no Merlin. Guinevère was here but it was not the Guinevère he knew. There was no Merlin. His father was alive and . . . Morgana. She spoke of Morgana. His eyes slightly widened at the mention of her name. "Morgana?" He both questioned and acknowledged, an underlying tone of fear in his voice. She was here, in one of the rooms and . . . Arthur didn't know if that was a relief or cause to be terrified. This was either some alternate reality or, the past. Or -- he hoped -- just a really terrible dream. But the way she spoke to him, with titles, lack of any . . . emotion. Emotion that he was used to.
For even in the earlier days of their relationship, her use of titles had been attached to the feelings they held for one another. But not this time. She just looked shocked, and rejecting of his touch and . . . it hurt. It all confused Arthur far more than he could admit, and while he longed to see his father, and Morgana . . . he needed to try to make sense of this first. There was one last hope for that, and Guinevère had just offered to get him.
"Yes," he said in a low voice. He didn't trust himself to move around the castle right now. Perhaps, Gaius could help him. "Guinevère, if you could please get Gaius for me. I will be waiting in my chambers." He wanted to run to Uther, to know that he was alive! To see Morgana before she had so much hate in her heart. And yet . . . he couldn't. For at the cost, had come Guinevère and Merlin. And his brothers of heart. Leon! Surely Leon was here! But the others? It was all too much and Arthur found himself leaning against the wall to help keep himself braced on his feet.
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Post by Arthur Pendragon on Mar 1, 2019 23:12:29 GMT -5
Tag: Guinevère Note: Better layout coming soon! for the love OF CAMELOT She began to list all the things that could get made for him. He was just expecting a couple of shirts and trousers, yet she spoke of vests, and coats and . . . so much that Arthur just stared at her. It was clear that this was a passion of hers and he quite liked getting to learn more about Guinevère. Her hobbies and what she so clearly excelled at. "That . . . sounds like too much," he said, voicing his thoughts. "I think just a couple shirts and a pair of trousers will do," he said, not wanting to work everyone too hard to make him so many different garments. Surely, he would not need all that? Though, she was right. He wasn't particularly fond of the Pendragon colours. He still refused to wear the cape, despite what the council said or tried to encourage him to do. "I really do not need that much," he added, wanting her to know that it came more from his previous simplistic lifestyle than any rejection of her offers, that he felt he did not need so many shirts, coats and vests.
Her next words caused him to pause and think of them. Really, think. She was right. He went from living for himself in a sense, to now being responsible for so many thousands of people. Knowing that every decision he made, had an impact on them. Even if it was just one person, that was still a great pressure. But her assurance that it was ok to make mistake,s that he was learning, certainly made it easier to . . . embrace. Not fully, but to hear her speak so comfortably about the ease of making mistakes, was indeed reassuring. He couldn't help but smile more when she spoke of visiting the forge, of how he was already helping ease the fear. Oh how he hoped that was true! And yet, something told him that Guinevère wouldn't have said it if it wasn't. He couldn't help but look at her, soft adoration in his gaze at how touched he was by her words. By the way she spoke of him. How she had always encouraged him. Held faith in him.
"Thank you," he said softly, finally speaking. "It means a great deal to me, to know that the people's fear is starting to ease." That they surely must have held fear of another Pendragon taking the throne, but such fear was slowly starting to ebb. "Being at the forge, felt like home," he told her truthfully, wanting to open up to her about that and also . . . hoping that she didn't feel it was any sort of invasion of her family's memories there. "But I also know it is the life I left behind." He had made that choice, even if sometimes it didn't feel like one. He had embraced it. And now, he had to face the consequences.
"I still have a lot to learn, about everything," he further admitted. "But there are some decisions I have already made, which I feel in my heart at right, even though I know logic dictates differently." The knights. His brothers of heart. Her brother of blood. He knew he owed it to her to tell her before it happened. Perhaps, she could give some insight, for just from what he knew of the council . . . they may not approve of it. "I plan to knight Elyan, Gwaine, and Percival." Because despite their non noble blood, they held all the traits of a knight. And a man should be judged on what is in his heart, not the blood that runs through his veins. Arthur was living evidence of that.
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Post by Arthur Pendragon on Mar 1, 2019 22:57:21 GMT -5
Tag: Guinevère Note: Better layout coming soon! for the love OF CAMELOT Hearing that she wanted to did indeed bring him ease. While he knew Guinevère never felt obligated to do such things, hearing it still gave him peace of mind. As a royal, he knew that many felt bound to do things for him, and still did. Yet, he never wanted a wife like that. And he was well aware that that was what had drawn him to Guinevère: her blatant honesty. Ever since she had spoken up in Ealdor that day, he'd learned that there was something very different about her. Now, here they were. In love. Married. Happy. How far they had come from that day in the village. Arthur continued to relish in the feeling of her hands, working his skin in a way he had never felt before.
Though, he felt something in front of him and opened his eyes to see her slip. His eyes widened a little as he turned his head in attempt to look . . . but from both their angles, he couldn't see anything. He only felt it. And being robbed of the sight of her, made the sense of touch all the more intense and keenly felt. Just as was the case when her breast touched his skin, her whisper in his ears . . . speaking of his skin under her as he felt the warmth of her core against him. Just, not where he needed it to provide relief. Arthur sharply inhaled, not from pain but from . . . building need. His own centre was pressed against the surface and he could already feel his body reacting to desire for her. Aroused from everything she was doing to him. "Guinevère," he breathed; pleaded; asked. He didn't even know what his tone held. Between her massage and the teasing of her body and words . . . he was threatening to become undone. Though, he quite liked this side of he as well.
Glad that he was now able to explore it. Another sound of pleasure mixed with need escaped him when she nipped at his skin, heavily exhaling as he felt her moist tongue gliding over him. "I can't . . . " Stay still. The unfinished words as he was struggling to say them. "I need you." That was the best he could say under the circumstances, biting his lip a little as he felt the ache for her grow, restricted from their current positions. He felt utterly under her mercy and truth be told, it wasn't at all a bad place to be. 'Breaking' the rules, one hand reached behind him to touch whatever part of her he could reach, which happened to be her thigh as his hand glided up, his breathing growing a bit heavier as his chest heaved with desire.
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Post by Arthur Pendragon on Mar 1, 2019 21:58:48 GMT -5
Tag: Guinevère Note: Better layout coming soon! for the love OF CAMELOT She was aware?! Did news of the king needing new clothes really travel to everyone? That was a bit . . . embarrassing. She held out the basket and he took it, looking inside and then what he saw coupled with her words finally made it clear. "You're the seamstress," he both stated and asked with a breath of amusement. This was who they had sent when they spoke of the best seamstress and well, he could hardly be surprised. Guinevère was a woman of many talents it would seem.
"No," he quickly said when she asked him of wanting to look more like a king. "I mean . . . yes," to him needing clothes. He made a bit of a face trying to sort out his thoughts, setting the basket on the table. "It's just . . . " He stepped a little closer to her, as if about to admit something -- which he was. "I don't have any clothes." What little he had, was left at his home and they were the attire of a blacksmith. "They said they would send the best tailor in the city," he said smiling, clearly not having realized it was her. Also trying to ease the embarrassment of admitting he had nothing to wear. He just wanted something simple. A couple of shirts and trousers. That was it!
She then asked him about the first day and he tried to think of where to begin. "It was . . . " He thought over everything that happened yesterday and today. "A lot." Overwhelming, but he did not wish to sound ungrateful. "I'm learning a great deal." He wanted to tell her of some of the decisions he had already made, especially after speaking to his friends to ensure this was something that they wanted. "And I know I still have a great deal to learn," he added on. "Such as the fact that you are a seamstress," he said with a bit of a teasing tone.
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Post by Arthur Pendragon on Mar 1, 2019 21:37:50 GMT -5
Tag: Guinevère Note: Better layout coming soon! for the love OF CAMELOT The kiss did nothing to ease his need for her, but then she told him that she didn't trust him to keep his hands off of her. "I don't trust myself to do that either," he told her truthfully. He would not make a promise he could not keep, so he certainly could not promise to not touch her. "But you can hardly blame me," he added on. She was far too beautiful. So when Guinevère told him to turn over, he made a bit of a face, knowing it would break the line of sight he had fixed on her but alas, he could never deny the woman he loved. With a bit of a huff of breath, he turned over as instructed, so that he was lying on his stomach, eager to see what she would do.
He felt more than saw it, her body on top of him, legs on either side, and realization finally dawned on him of what would come next. "Guinevère, you don't have to--" But the moment her fingers started moving upon his skin, he let out a heavy exhalation of breath from the sheer pleasurable sensation it provided. The amazing feeling it stirred. "Do that," he finally finished, though his words just an afterthought, not even paying attention to what he said as he closed his eyes. Basking in the wonderful feeling of his hands working his skin. He couldn't help but moan with the pleasure of it, knowing it was selfish to just lie here and yet . . . it felt far too amazing to tell her to stop. Or to move.
He tried to bit his lip to stifle any sounds but then she was asking him a question, the words belatedly processing in his mind as he kept his eyes closed, and relaxed his body and head against the surface. "Yes," he said amidst a moan and heavy breath. The way her body was moving over him, also placed pressure against his waist, in the best way possible. "You feel . . . " But he could barley finish the words. It felt too good. "Incredible," was all he could come up with, and it didn't even begin to cover how sensational her hands felt as it massaged his skin.
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Post by Arthur Pendragon on Mar 1, 2019 21:13:47 GMT -5
Tag: Guinevère Note: Better layout coming soon! for the love OF CAMELOT Arthur wished this could be his life -- their life. It almost had been. When she had agreed to leave with him, this was how he had imagined things would go. They would walk in the marketplace, buy some bread, and just . . . enjoy each others company. But once again, reality came crashing down when the knights asked him to return. Arthur knew he couldn't avoid it forever, and bid Guinevère farewell for the time being. Since, he wasn't certain he'd see her again that day. And he had not. His day was filled with a very long council meeting. Or perhaps meetings was the more correct term. He had met each member of it, and he better acquainted himself with the knights. His brothers of heart had been given guest chambers -- upon Arthur's request -- and when night finally came, Arthur was shown to his chambers. His . . . very large, very extravagant chambers. It was overwhelming, to say the least.
The size itself seemed like the size of some towns! And the furniture was, extremely detailed. Made of the best quality. All the craftsmanship was incredible. The carpets, the details . . . it all oozed riches and . . . now more than ever, Arthur felt he didn't belong. He had grown up in such a small home, and he had been happy there. Here, it was all too much. All this, for one man?! He tried not to think on it, and instead, starting doing some studying. Studying the laws of the kingdom, the maps, regions, everything that he should know. Politics. Alliances. It was all too much for one night, but he had at least gotten started. One part in particular he had looked up was the knight's code. And once reading upon it, he knew he would have to break some laws. But surely, it would be worth it. When his eye lids finally became too heavy, Arthur changed into whatever night attire was available.
He eyed the bed, deciding he couldn't do it. Not yet. So instead, he searched for a blanket. And that was when he found something under the bed. Curiosity got the better of him as he pulled it out -- not failing to notice the weight of it! When it was out enough that he could lift it, relying on the set of keys he was given his eyes widened in shock when he saw what was inside. Gold! And an abundance of it. Arthur didn't stare at it for too long, quickly locking it up and shoving it back under the bed as if it was breaking the law just looking at it! But . . . it was in what was now his room, under what was now his bed. Was it . . . his?! There was definitely no way he was sleeping above all that gold. So once he found a blanket, he curled up on the carpet in front of the fire place with a small pillow under his head, and fell into a light sleep.
He woke at first light, slightly disoriented when he first opened his eyes until he remembered. He remembered it all. Getting ready for the set he set out to the market -- not even aware that a servant would have been sent to help him dress and serve him breakfast. He instead, bought some goods from the market place, and found himself at what was Guinevère's father's former forge. Now owned by Tybalt. Truth was, Arthur was enjoying the familiarity, and had even helped with a couple of things before he knew he had to return to the castle. Once he did, a worried knight said that the council was looking for him. Arthur went immediately to them and they explained their concern. It was clear, that Arthur's life did not seem to be his own anymore. After the hours dragged of listening to everything, he was told that the royal tailor would be sent to his room to take his measurements and make clothing. But Arthur refused. He wished to support the local people, knowing they needed the support and coin.
They in turn, told him that they would sent the city's best tailor. Arthur expressed his gratitude and went to his chambers to wait. He put away the folded blanket and couldn't help but eye the chest that remained under his bed. Yes. This was all too much for one man. A knock at the door nearly made him jump as he made his way to it. Opening it, he couldn't help but immediately smile. "Guinevère," he greeted. And for the first time, felt as if he could breathe easier with her near. "Come in. I am just waiting for the tailor to come," he offered, stepping aside so that she could enter. He was still struggling to see this place as his room. How he perceived it . . . was that it was a common room. A place for anyone to enter. Which, he knew deep down was not right. But it would take time before he could accept all . . . this.
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Post by Arthur Pendragon on Mar 1, 2019 20:55:10 GMT -5
Tag: Guinevère Note: Better layout coming soon! for the love OF CAMELOT She wanted to touch? Now that sounded quite intriguing. Enough that Arthur made no protest as she moved to a stand, accusing him of being distracting. He smiled with amusement as she pushed him to lay back, speaking of how she wished to take care of him. Truth was, Arthur felt honoured in that. He knew it was Guinevère's way of wanting to take care of people . . . but Arthur had never quite had such a, nurturing figure in his life. A softness. Guinevère brought all that, and he had learned just how much he enjoyed being taken care of in such a way. Perhaps it was selfish, but he only hoped he returned the favour when the time came for it.
It's what you did, when you love someone. You took care of them. Physically and emotionally. As Arthur lay back on the bed, his smile was unwavering. "Yes. I had a very vigorous training session," he said with an exaggerated tone of seeking sympathy. "So perhaps you should come lay with me and help me to unwind." He wasn't sure what she was planning on doing -- hopefully not trying to make him sleep -- but he stood by his words as his eyes fell to her fingers when they started to unlace his pants. Arthur's chest began to heavy with anticipation, yet she just left them open and . . . before that told him not to move. That was becoming difficult. And, soon enough it became impossible as she began to unlace her own dress and pull it down. Arthur propped himself up a little on his elbows, his eyes lingering over her perfect body, lips slightly parted in awe as longing filled him. Completely.
"And you say I'm distracting," he said with playful accusation, swallowing as his tongue ran over his lips a little. "You can certainly bring ease to my body and relieve the tension." But he was not talking about his muscles. At least not the ones she may be referring to. He could not pull his eyes from her body for despite how many times he was with her in all forms of intimacy, she still managed to take his breath away. Leave him speechless in silent worship. "Can I at least pull my pants down?" He asked, knowing it violated her instructions to not move but he hoped that by moving a little upwards . . . he could cheat a bit more and move closer to her. For the desire to touch her was becoming -- as he previously acknowledged -- impossible to deny himself.
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Post by Arthur Pendragon on Mar 1, 2019 20:25:32 GMT -5
Tag: Guinevère Note: Better layout coming soon! for the love OF CAMELOT Not as strange. Arthur wondered how long it would take him to get to that point. Because right now, it all felt incredibly strange. He watched as the people spoke to him, and . . . yes. It was indeed strange. To hear them talk to him with titles, to simply want to shake his hand and yet seem shocked to do so as well. One woman was even offering him baked goods! How different this all was. Where he had worked for every meal back in his home town, here, people were offering him goods . . . for free! His mind went to the boy who was stolen bread, and there was this . . . guilt for taking it now freely. But he could not reject the woman's kind offer. He thanked her profusely, accepting other small tokens such as flowers, and other random things. It touched Arthur's heart. Knowing that these people didn't have a great deal, and yet, they offered it to him. It was both touching and unsettling, for he did not expect this kind of attention.
He turned his head to look for -- at -- Guinevère, smiling as he nodded to her, before turning his attention back to the people. He noticed a group of knights approaching, only able to assume what they were here for. Arthur politely excused himself and wanted to mazimized these last few moments with Guinevère before he was going to be dragged off for whatever . . . kingly duties were expected of him. "You must try this," he said excitedly, offering one of the baked goods that the woman had made. Genuine excitement in the former blacksmith's voice as he smiled at all that was collected in his hands -- which he had conveniently put in a basket. There was a strange irony, for it had been a baked good that prompted him to meet Guinevère back in the other town.
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Post by Arthur Pendragon on Mar 1, 2019 20:05:44 GMT -5
Tag: Guinevère Note: Better layout coming soon! for the love OF CAMELOT Arthur smiled at each and every word. "Never unwelcome," he assured her. He would never not want her company. Now that they were married, he longed to spend whatever moments they could together. Without fear of being discovered, or fear of repercussions. It was not something Arthur ever took for granted, very mindful and aware all that they had been through to get to this point. The point where Guinevère could just walk into his tent in his state of undress . . . and place kisses upon his chest, trail her hand over his skin, and speak words that she did. A combination of all these things making it difficult for Arthur to remember why he should not be touching her back.
Sense fled his mind as his hands went to her waist, her lastly spoken words urging him to the makeshift bed. He began to move backwards towards it, while gently moving her along with him so that she was going forwards, his hands still on either side of her hips. "No, I don't mind at all," he said with a tease in his voice. Not about her taking Merlin's place, nor about slipping into his tent. "So come, let us rest," he said as he felt the bed behind him, moving to sit on the edge of it while pulling her onto his lap, turned so that she was sitting to the side on him. One hand casually rested upon her knees, smiling as the close proximity. And whatever sign of the vigorous workout he had upon his body, he no longer cared about it touching her.
"As I said, I am pleasantly surprised," he said with that same tone of playfulness, as his free hand brushed back her long locks of hair so that he could find access to her neck, kissing the skin there. As it was still the early stages of their marriage, he found it rather difficult to keep his hands -- and lips -- off of his beautiful wife. "Though it is your company I would desire above all others," he said in between each kiss, as his lips trailed along her collar bone, a little lower to the exposed skin of her upper chest . . . rather enjoying the low cut dresses she wore.
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Post by Arthur Pendragon on Feb 28, 2019 21:53:04 GMT -5
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Post by Arthur Pendragon on Feb 28, 2019 21:48:00 GMT -5
Tag: Guinevère Note: Better layout coming soon! for the love OF CAMELOT Arthur was indeed in the middle of a lecture to Merlin. Which, wasn't completely uncommon. Or infrequent. "Next time you really need to do a better job with polishing the swords," he stated. "They look as shabby as your clothing. And makes you seem utterly useless and incapable of a simple task." A jab, made towards his . . . well, yes brother of heart. Though Arthur would never admit it. It was far too fun to tease and taunt him. Which, he would continue to do as he turned around while saying his next words. "And one more thi-Guinevère!" He said, pleasantly surprised though surprised none the less.
Wait, how long had she been standing there for?! How long ago had Merlin skulked off?! It didn't matter, for all questions were brought to a halt the moment her lips touched his, as he smiled through the kiss, mindful of his slightly damp body from the sweat of training . . . it being the only reason he did not wrap his arm around him and pull her so that their bodies were pressed against each other. Easing out of the kiss, he finally answered her question. "Well, I'd probably be dead," he said casually, a playfulness in his voice -- despite the morbidity of the words. "A beauty such as yours could be lethal." Clearly, distracting enough to conquer an assassin's task. With that, he leaned forward for another kiss, this one slightly deeper. "This is a pleasant surprise," he said with hardly an inch between their lips. A sheepish way to get out explaining his earlier words -- meant for Merlin's ears.
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Post by Arthur Pendragon on Feb 28, 2019 21:31:11 GMT -5
Tag: Guinevère Note: Better layout coming soon! for the love OF CAMELOT Arthur listened to her explain about the forge, and knew that he was going to have to familiarize himself with this entire place. Especially the knight's training area, and the castle and-- they wouldn't expect him to train anyone, would they?! He may know combat but training men was an entirely different skill set, wasn't it? He knew that was not the topic at hand so tried to push it out of his mind but still. The thought, just as this entire kinship, was quite daunting. "It's no wonder you and Leon are close," he said with a smile. "Considering you've known him since you were children." And he quite admired that. He was glad for her, to have a friend such as him. It had been evident in their interactions and Arthur knew that he would be working closely with the man.
And, perhaps even relying on him for a few things. "Who runs the forge now?" He asked, wondering if she held any expectation that Elyan would. Which, brought Arthur's mind to what he hoped to do to honour his brothers. It would leave Elyan little opportunity to become a blacksmith. As they reached the inevitable end, Arthur took a deep breath, knowing they were going to return to the crowd. And once they did, the bowing began. As before, it left Arthur unsettled. Uncomfortable. He tried not to show it, but couldn't help the tension of his shoulders, and the clenching of his jaw. "I don't think I'll ever get used to this," he admitted in an incredibly low voice, meant only for Guinevère's ears. But still, he nodded to them, smiled at them, even shook their hands where he could as a gesture of good faith. These people were where he was from. He would never lose sight of that, no matter what his rank was.
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Post by Arthur Pendragon on Feb 28, 2019 21:21:08 GMT -5
Tag: Guinevère Note: Better layout coming soon! for the love OF CAMELOT Arthur could feel himself throb, everything building as his hips moved quicker, striving to reach completion. Though this was the first time they had done this, he could feel her own body growing close . . . somehow, he knew. Perhaps just as she somehow felt him growing closer to that peak. Arthur's lips moved against hers, thrusting deeper and deeper, until he finally fell over the edge himself, reaching the height of euphoria with one breathy grunt, and groan of extreme pleasure as he spilled his seed deep inside of her.
Her own climax, the way she cried out his name had sounded . . . glorious. Only having dreamed what this moment would have been like, and never having heard her say his name in such a way before, made him want to make her say it again and again. His shoulders relaxed over her body, one hand still ever so slightly bracing him while he buried his head in the crook of her neck. His chest heaved from the vigour of their actions, as he basked in the sea of ecstasy, consuming every one of his senses. Every fibre of his being. He couldn't move. He forgot how to breathe even as he just lay on top of her, not even quite realizing he was still tucked inside of her. He turned his head a little, only to play light kisses along the skin of her neck where he could reach.
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