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Post by Guinevère on Apr 28, 2020 19:58:23 GMT -5
"Goodnight, Guinevère." Her breath caught, and her face turned to where he sat against the wall, with a pillow behind his head. Since he was near the fire she could see him half shadowed there against it. Her name on his lips. She wasn't sure how she felt about it. There was the surface of the emotions, mimicking storming waters, that his man--who served a war lord so well that just three weeks into his service was one of Helios' favorites--evoked more from her y using her name then Helios had from three years of calling her every pet name he could think of. Then there was the deeper emotions, the ones that were like dark calm waters under the stormy choppy ones, that took a small pleasure from it, and didn't ask why.
Wrapping the blanket tighter around her body, she kept watching him. Her bed was in the shadows of the room, so she knew he could not see her gaze--and she really hoped that she was right about that. She wondered who he was before this. Before Helios made them something they were not. He had taken to killing so well, that her husband had favored him quickly. She hated that he was good at it.
The next thing Guinevère knew, she was blinking awake with the morning light. NO! She turned to look at the window. She had missed her chance! In her efforts to wait until he was sleeping and disappear she had fallen asleep too! Burring her face into the pillow she blinked away the tears, and brought up the detachment she used to survive each day. She'd failed in her plan. There would be another chance. She only need to take the herbs--THE HERBS!
Pushing to sit up, she blinked around the room, trying to adjust her eyes to the light, while pulling the blanket tighter around her to cover her nakedness. She needed to take them within so many hours of the coupling to stop the seed from taking. Blinking she looked for him.
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Post by Guinevère on Apr 28, 2020 13:51:58 GMT -5
Guinevère heard the knock at her door, and paused for a moment to look at it. She didn't often get visitors, but the few she did were welcome. Walking over to the door she opened it slightly, then wider as her smile grew on her face. Very welcome. She tried not to let her eyes dart around the growing darkness behind him, so if anyone was watching they wouldn't think anything of it, but she didn't quite play it off as calm as she hoped. Her smile was too pure.
Once the door was closed, she turned toward him. "Arthur," she greeted, stepping closer. She knew if he came here that something was on his mind. Ever since Uther died he had the weight of the kingdom on his shoulders. It made Guinevère glad he sought her out to let her share this burden. To help him bare this great weight. Perhaps it was best she start this conversation properly? Smiling at him she leaned in to press her lips to him.
They could, after all, face anything as long as they did it together.
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Post by Guinevère on Apr 27, 2019 22:28:47 GMT -5
His answer, spoken in the tone she loved so well, made her heart flutter. "Have I ever been too tired?" And her muscles in her belly, and lower, tighten from an anticipation she'd not felt in so very long. His voice alone had that much power over her, even after him being gone for so long. It was comforting, and edgy in the way that her body knew his voice. Responded to his timber without a touch--but he did touch her.
Slowly, almost too slowly for she wanted to feel him, he lowered his head. Guinevère would not rush this moment, even as her blood moved quicker. She wanted to savor it. The light kiss, the taste of him on her lips. Her hands left their work, letting it fall to the ground as her hands lifted to cup his jawline--which was still as dramatic as ever--and frame his face as the kiss deepened.
She wanted to feel him, to smell him, and taste him. Yet she didn't want to break this moment for anything. She tasted him, and he tasted as she knew, and yet better then before. His lips were still firm and soft all in the same moment, tasting her and kissing her. Arthur always did know how to kiss her, and knowing that memory was true made her smile slightly int he kiss. She was happy. So very happy in this moment! The kind of happy that she was afraid to loss.
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Post by Guinevère on Apr 27, 2019 21:33:21 GMT -5
"And I with you," He pulled back and Guinevère looked up at him, HIM, her husband. She had been in so much shock this day she wasn't sure that she'd even fully realized all the remifcations of Arthur being back. And he was back. The rest could be dealt with on the morrow. Tonight he wasn't a king. He was her husband--and her husband was back. After so many night alone. After looking at his empty pillow and feeling so overwhelmed, and as if apart of her was missing--he was before her. . . . . in chainmail.
"I have been in this chainmail for far too long." He he worn it all this time? Did he remember what death was like? They'd said so little, and she wanted to say so much. Wanted to ask so many things, but wanted to forget them too. "And I seem to remember, rules against wearing it in the bedroom." The words left her, and a smile touched her lips in the same moment a tear rolled down her cheek from all the emotion his light jest had brought on. Her rule. The one she'd playfully given him but enforced none the less. Chainmail didn't belong int he bed room. She liked his skin. "I thought it bad form to scold you so soon." She teased him, though her voice was breathless, a she was still adjusting.
Yet, a smile still lingered on her lips. Reaching up to his shoulder she unfastened the breast plate, and then her hands lowered to his belt, getting him remove the plate as she did the belt. "If you are tired," she began, knowing he came from .. . . . knowing he had just returned from the after life only to see a war ranging in his childhood home. The end up fighting for his kingdom, as if the last war that he fought in hadn't been enough. The words went unfinished, but she knew that if he was then she'd hold him. If he wasn't . . . she needed to feel more. Wanted to feel his kiss. Wanted to feel his touch. Wanted to feel that he was alive.
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Post by Guinevère on Apr 22, 2019 20:01:26 GMT -5
She was just walking out of Morgana's when she heard her name. She knew the voice that said it too, for she'd heard it before. The prince. Pausing quickly, she smiled friendly and gave a small bow. "My lord," she greeted in return, assuming he was not just saying hello. She looked at him to find out what he wanted. While she was Morgana's maid it was not uncommon for other nobles to ask for things. Besides, Morgana often had nightmares, and it was common of the king to ask about them.
When they'd first addressed her year ago, she'd been nervous and a little intimidated. Yet over time she had learned not to fear their daily presence. At least before Uther began his mad hunt. Before the kingdom had gone from a place of wonder--to a place where any could be killed without much prove. She thought again of the black knight, and had to fight not to smile. People like him made such a difference. She thought of the prince. He sometimes spoke to his father with reason, but always followed orders. Did he believe in this? Would anything be different if it was he who was king? She didn't know him well enough to assume either way, and she would NEVER be so bold as to ask.
Who would dare speak out to the prince?!
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Post by Guinevère on Apr 21, 2019 21:07:10 GMT -5
Definitely a man. His voice proved it. Guinevère felt a slow smile touch her lips when he spoke, and she nodded her head. Yes, she needed to go. Yet she stood there for another moment watching him. The knight! The black knight! The man who was trying to save the people of Camelot from the king. "Good night," she said, more to be polite rather then to linger another moment. The sounds of marching in the distance, not even close made her look away and then back at him. With a another smile she turned and hurried home!
Apart of her wanted to tell everyone, but a larger part--the part that was louder--wanted to tell no one! She made it home without meeting anyone else and hurried to bed! That morning, her mood was brighter. She carried flowers into the castle, and smile at everyone. Not unlike her normal self, but today she had this feeling in her chest. As if the world was so lost from hope. There were still good men in the world.
Pausing to pick up Morgana's breakfast, Guinevère carried the try up to the royal floor. Her flowers were balanced on the tray, and she couldn't wait to give them to her friend.
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Post by Guinevère on Apr 21, 2019 19:10:31 GMT -5
Guinevère took a small half step toward him as he watched her. Even in the darkness she felt exposed. While she knew he was the same, someone had just seen her betray the king. Yet, she didn't regret helping--what little she did help. It had felt good. Right in a way not much had in the last year. He pointed for her to go back into the city, and she took another step. She didn't know what she hesitated, but she did. Finally she took a few more, and few more after that until slowly she approached him.
Her eyes dropped to the guard on the ground and then back to him. She almost walked past him, staying close to the shadows so no one would see her. Yet just as she pasted him, without thinking about her actions she paused and looked back at him. "Thank you," She told him, her voice almost a whisper in the chilly night. As if she didn't want others to hear. Or maybe she was still afraid. "Not just for tonight. For . . . for all the nights." That sounded a little . . . she had just thanked a man for the nights.
"For your help with the good people. The man you helped tonight. He fled the city a long time ago, but he came back for his daughter. You made sure they get to live." For some reason it felt important to tell him that. That he had helped a father, and a daughter. As a girl who only had her father, she could imagine what would have happened if they'd been caught. "You're an honorable man. Thank you." She turned to leave but then turned back, "Or an honorable woman!" She joked, her voice whispering slightly louder. Morgana was a skilled fighter, but there was a difference. She'd watched Elyan train. Seen the knights fight. This was a man. He was skilled in a way that said he trained hard, every day for this. "Not that I think you're a woman. I just didn't want to assume." She spoke a little faster, trying to explain her poor jest. It was leading into a slight ramble. "Not that there is anything wrong with being a woman! If you are. But my father's a blacksmith . . . so I think you're not." Closing her eyes she cringed. STOP. TALKING. GWEN!
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Post by Guinevère on Apr 21, 2019 17:21:23 GMT -5
For a moment in that dark street, Guinevère feared life as she knew it would be over. Even outside the gates they were be chased, hunted. She might never see her father again. Knowing this was the fear that so many lived in now was devastating, and she knew she only had but a taste of it.
Then, like she'd dreamed so many times before, he showed up! He gave a bag to Aryn, but Guinevère could only stand and stare at him. Aryn whispered to her, words she didn't quite catch--A plea to leave? a thank you?--before he ran off. Guinevère could only stand in the darkness and watch as the knight stood his ground. She should be afraid. Moments ago she had been, and yet . . . he was here.
Her heart beat wildly, and her eyes were wide as she watched them engage! She realized she was still afraid but not int he same moment. They fought, and it was clear that the knight was both more skilled them they were; and making sure not to kill. For a moment, she thought one of the guards were bout to deal a lucky blow and stab the knight! The breath caught her lungs as she almost cried out a warning . . . only it was unneeded. As if he knew, or expected it, the knight was able to prevent it.
And then, finally, all was still. She stood there in the chilly night, watching him. After a long silent moment, she stepped closer, but wasn't sure what to say. "Thank you," seemed the more important one.
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Post by Guinevère on Apr 21, 2019 16:05:44 GMT -5
Guinevère bid Lady Morgana good night, and began to walk home. The walk through the castle was always one filled with a few pauses to wish other's a good night and see how their day was. It was always dark when Guinevère headed home. So her night began as any other would. Leaving the castle she tightened her clock against the slight chill chill in hte air, and quickened her step.
When she arrived in the lower towns her eyes were alert for any one near by. While safe as the kingdom was, there was always a risk of danger wherever you went. Thankfully she's never been bothered, but that wasn't the only reason she looked out. There was always the change--no matter how small--that it would not be danger int he darkness, but THE knight. She'd never seen him before, but she always looked.
Tonight however, she came across another in the darkness. "Aryn?" She asked softly, as a man she'd not seen in many months stood there. He looked scared. She paused there, watching him as he hugged a small child to him. She knew he left the city shortly after the king began, and she'd always wondered why. Now she began to see. He had magic. 'Please, Gwen.' he begged, 'Say nothing that you saw us.' She had heard he left his wife behind; just as she heard sickness had taken her life. He was clearly only here to take his daughter away. She she would not be an orphan.
Guinevère shook her head, in a silent promise to say nothing. He hugged the girl closer to him, and she looked down the way. Guards. They seemed to be walking away. She looked back at Aryn and shook her head slowly again. Don't come out of the darkness, she hoped he could understand. He nodded and hugged back into the wall.
Guinevère reached up for her red cloak and pulled it from her. Slowly, keeping her eyes on the guards who were (VERY SLOWLY) walking away she approached. Handing the girl her clock, Guinevère looked up at the father. "I wish it were more." It would help keep the girl warm. 'Thank you, Gwen.'
Before she could say anything more, a voice rose up! THEY WERE SEEN! The guards were not running toward them! "RUN!" She called, knowing that if they got close enough to make her out face she would be put to death for aiding them. Guinevère turned and ran as well!
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Post by Guinevère on Apr 20, 2019 19:16:49 GMT -5
Camelot had once been a home that welcomed all. When Gwen was a girl, magic was welcomed and embarrassed by many. It was also feared, but not so much that people didn't often turn to it for help. While most used it to help make their lives easier, or to get something they wanted; there were the few that used it for darkness. Still, it was welcomed. The king and Queen of Camelot, along with the son, had built the kingdom into the riches kingdom in Albion. People came from places Gwen had never heard of before to sell and trade. Merchants, black smiths, bakers, farmers, traders, and magic users all came to this golden city to seek what their hearts wanted.
But nothing lasted forever. The beloved Queen was killed, and magic was to blame. Gwen, who was the handmaiden of the king'd beloved ward, wasn't sure what had went wrong. One morning the golden kingdom was a pillar of hope for young men and women seeking their futures; either in love or coin or fame. The following day the Queen was dead, and by nightfall . . .
By night fall the king was hunting down any who used magic. He didn't stop to question who used it, or why they were used it. He declared magic illegal and punishable by death. If the king and his men even thought you were using magic, hiding someone who used magic, or were a Druid then they were killed. It had been just over a year since the purge started, and many lived in fear.
Yet, there was hope. As the anniversary had approached to the date the purge began, a hero for the people came. Protecting the innocent. Helping some escape when needed. Fighting the guard when needed. They called him the Black Knight, because his armor was all black. None had seen this before. The colored helped him hide in the darkness. Even when he came in the daylight, he was more skilled then any of the king's nights.
Guinevère, the personal handmaiden to the woman that many assumed would be the next Queen of Camelot, was fascinated by this dark hero. She knew that if he was caught then he would be killed, and she always prayed he'd live. Morgana enjoyed the stories as well, but both were wise enough to keep it to themselves. If Uther Pendragon, or his son Arthur Pendragon ever found out, it could cause them both un-needed trouble. Instead, Guinevère often walked home at night with her eyes wide. She didn't believe in the mad hunting of so many. She wished she had more power to help.
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Post by Guinevère on Apr 17, 2019 21:01:11 GMT -5
Arthur took her hands when she reached for his, and Guinevère was captivated by his words. He spoke of this being a second chance for them, and she felt an emotion that had been dormant for so long begin to warm her. Hope. She felt hope, and like a fire she begin to feel it spread in her. It was just how it had happened with the people outside tonight. One moment they had their backs to a wall, fighting only to live long enough to give others a chance to escape--and suddenly . . . they fought for something more. Arthur had long since fought for the people, even as a prince he had. The people had looked to Arthur for so long, and for his candor, grace under fire, and a fair justice that didn't hold Uther's fear and hate; or Morgana's blindness and bitterness. Seeing him there that given the people hope--just as he as a husband now gave her hope as a wife.
He spoke of growing old, and . . . and? And a baby. Guinevère closed her eyes, too over come to keep them open as he spoke of a baby. Something she still feared she'd never be able to give him. Opening them, she blinked back the slight sting of tears, as she smiled up at him. "I want nothing more, then a life time as your wife!" She told him, stepping in to hug him (and hating that she still could not feel his body under the chainmail).
She could not say that she always saw him as something more then a prince, but she had always seen him as more then a king. Since Eldor, since that day she held his hand when she feared the prince she should not care for was dying, since he first kissed her. She had seen him as a man before a royal. When she spoke now, it was to a man--a husband--more then a king. "It's what I have always wanted, to be by your side. I was grateful for the time we had . . . but loosing you . . . I am still afraid that isn't . . . " He would understand. Her voice broke over the words, but Arthur had always known her. Reaching up to her toes, she rested her face against his. "But I will cherish every moment you are here, and I plan to waste not one of them. Be it tonight, or a life time. I want to be with you." As a wife. In a wife way.
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Post by Guinevère on Mar 31, 2019 11:21:43 GMT -5
Guinevère moved toward the bed, just as Arthur suggested she sleep. Arthur. It had been 'him' until just recently. It had been just a nameless killer. Maybe tomorrow would break this spell--she'd be able to see him for what he was with the miles that was put between them. "You should as well." She told him, as she crawled into bed wearing only the blanket, letting it stay very wrapped around her.
She knew it would be a few hours before he was sleeping but she was ready to wait it out. The knowledge that she was going to escape brought in an strong awareness of everything in the room. Every sound, and every move he made. She needed to take her herb before going as well. If not then she knew the risk was too great that his seed would take, and she couldn't have a child now. One day, yes. One day maybe a man would make her feel what Arthur did, but he would be a man of honor. A man who fought to protect others, not kill them. A man who would protect her. Someone made up in her mind. She pretended sometimes that he was real, but there was no golden prince coming to save her. If she wanted to live, she needed to save herself. She closed her eyes and thought about what needed to be done, and where she needed to go.
"Sleep well," and good bye.
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Post by Guinevère on Mar 30, 2019 21:52:02 GMT -5
"What does it matter?" What did it matter? What could it matter? Yet she still wanted to know. She wanted to know more about him, and it bothered her. Why bother knowing more when shew as leaving? Tonight. Soon! She needed to stop wondering if there was an ounce of something inside him that was . . . what? Savable? "It matters little, I suppose." She whispered almost too soft for him to hear. "I don't think the color suits me," Because there wasn't. She looked down at the blood gift. Taken from a woman he had either killed or taken; meant to make her welcome him when he returned and ease his guilt over their lost child.
Her breathing deepened and quickened over the thought of her son, but thankfully Arthur was moving he would not notice. Pulling the blanket around her she looked back into the flames. No. No one was out there and would save her. If she wanted to live, she'd need to escape. He was still undressed. She needed to act. "That was certainly a good first bath," And quickly. Forcing her voice to be light she spoke without looking at him. "Hang your trousers by the fire and they will dry." She tried, knowing that if he was undressed then it would be easier.
Guinevère stood, and moved deeper into the room and away from the fire and the gift. Let that remove any worry that she'd burn them or something.
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Post by Guinevère on Mar 30, 2019 21:17:59 GMT -5
Guinevère watched his face and she loved it! She shouldn't but seeing him react to their passions made her feel empowered that his strong man came undone while inside her! Why did he have to me here? Why did he have to be a killer--
Her heart jumped when she realized her thoughts. No. He was always this way. She couldn't pretend he was once a farmer who was trapped in this world like she was. He was someone who liked the killing and was good at it. Pretending and wishing otherwise was foolish. She waned to kiss him, to touch him, and bask in the bath with him. Instead she put her hands on the rim, and pushed up so she could stand. The feeling of him coming out of her made her feel empty. What if he had no experience? A wish. One she could not dwell on.
Cold, and silent she walked quickly away, unsettled. "Enjoy the bath then, since it's your first." She told him, reaching for the blanket. Helios' gift was there. A reminder. Helios would kill them. She needed to leave. Wrapping the blanket around her she turned to walk back to him and toss it in the water; and then moving to sit before the fire. There wasn't much room there, between the fire and the tub, but she could sit to let her hair dry. Her back to him, since she didn't want him to see her face.
Had he ever given a gift to a girl? Is that why he thought she should have it? "You serve the man, but take his wife?" SHe asked without looking at him. "So it is not loyalty that drives you. Is it power then? Or the coin?"
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Post by Guinevère on Mar 30, 2019 20:40:15 GMT -5
Guinevère was going to come and she knew it. She could feel his cock hitting inside of her and it made her breath hitch each time she felt it. Yes! Yes! Yes! There! Her fingers grabbed onto his shoulders, and held tight as he forced his way deeper inside her! "Do it!" She whispered, in his ear. It didn't take long before his touch and his thrusting made her whole body tighten and shake around her! She cried out as she could not longer thrust agisnt him, but only feel and ride the waves of pleasure that hit her!
Gasping under his touch she was grateful the water was still warm to fight off the cooling from the aftermath! She blinked up at him while she still felt the waves coming! She wanted to watch his face! She wanted to see his face when he came! She wanted that memory and for some reason that was more important then just feeling! Then anything else in this moment! Her fingers touched his cheek, as she tightened her body around him, and pushed against him. "Do it!" She whispered, wanting to watch him!
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Post by Guinevère on Mar 30, 2019 19:45:47 GMT -5
If Guinevère was the type to say such explicates words that the coarse men here say, this would be the moment that many fell from her lips! It was intense, and with her already being sore his pounding only made it worse--and that only made it better! Water pushed out in waves, leaving a sound of it hitting the stone under the bath happen with each thrust he gave her! There was no sign that she'd ever had for this to be normal! For this intense pleasure to be normal between two people! Yet she knew it needed to be.
Se moaned his name, "Arthur," while her hands grasped for purchase needing something hold her into this moment. Then this words came, and if the feel of his large hands covering her small back was not enough to make her grow even wetter; his words caused her whole body to tighten around him and a small pre-orgasm quiver rack through her. "Does this feel like being with a man who has inexperience?" She groaned from his words, and let kept moving her hips with his, meeting each thrust of his with her own! She withered on his lap as she felt this need to feel her body climax again.
This play should never have been started! It should have been something she never began. It awoke more then her passion! It made her wonder things and hate things! Because his arms were like bands of steel around her, and she wanted to know what he was. Had been a thief? Worked in the mines? His questions brought more . . . . was there someone in his other life?! Was there something who he did this with often? Where was she now? Why did that annoy her?
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Post by Guinevère on Mar 30, 2019 18:19:47 GMT -5
He'd never had a bath before. The thought echoed in her even as he touched her, and teased her with his words and fingers. Would it please her to known he'd never been with another? The answer didn't come clear, and she knew if she thought about it it would not give her any more clarity. It should have been a no. An easy no. A resounding and firm, almost laughable NO. Yet there was something fluttering in her belly at his question and suggested her own answer would not be as simple as a yes or a no.
Who were you? Her hands stroked his cock as he kissed her and but her mind wouldn't settled into the distraction as easy. Yet, she knew one way to help make sure that her mind didn't work. His forehead on her's and she lightly kissed his lips before blinking up at him, and moving his cock to her entrance, knowing his fingers kept himself from entering. Reaching down she removed his fingers and moved his fingers up to her lips to taste them as she pushed down over his lap, letting his cock slide into her. "Which do I feel?" She answered, her hands moving to his strong shoulders.
Shoulders that did not belong to a farmer. Ones that did not belong to a man who would tend sheep. Strong ones. She rose up and lowered herself slowly, moving her face to kiss him again--silencing her questions.
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Post by Guinevère on Mar 30, 2019 16:19:09 GMT -5
What had he been before Helios? What had he been before the darkness touched his heart and he'd became this killing man who did it for . . . what? Coin? POwer? What made him go from whatever he had been to Helios' prized killer? She wasn't sure he wanted to know but the idea was there now. Locked in her mind and she was trying and trying to push it out. She was trapped here, and look what she had become. She had once been this smiling and happy girl, full of hope . . .
What had he been? She wanted to know so badly that she had to force herself to not say anything.
"This is your first bath, I apparently need to teach you how to use it." She told him, reaching below the water to touch his belly, and walk her fingers up and down it. "What if I was your first woman?" She knew she wasn't, he knew too much of how to please her, and just which ways to touch a woman. He had had other women . . . and she wasn't all together sure that idea sat well with her. To know that not only had there be some before her, but there would be others after her--if Helios didn't kill him.
Leaning forward she kissed his lips, and het her hand move to 'clean' his cock by cupping and stroking it up and down.
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Post by Guinevère on Mar 30, 2019 15:50:58 GMT -5
Guinevère froze at his words for a moment, before reaching her hands to the bath's edge to pull herself up, and turn to look at him. His first bath? She'd forgotten for a moment that Helios took most of his men from the small unmissed villages in the kingdoms. Places not many knew about even. Places that it would take weeks for someone to notice was missing. That him Arthur could have been once like . . . like the people from her own village before he was seduced into this killing and glamour.
"Your first bath?" She asked, a slow smiling spreading on her lips. "I what your saying is that I have an inexperienced man in my bath? And he needs to be taught the way of things?" Her words held a double meaning, a slightly twisted game to be played if he was willing. Her words were meant to cover her unease at the reminder that he could have once been a normal person, and not a killer. Killers should could leave behind. Killers she wouldn't miss---a normal man who was equally trapped in this world . . .
No. He rose too quickly int he ranks. He liked it. He was here for it. She could not forget it.
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Post by Guinevère on Mar 30, 2019 15:03:49 GMT -5
His large hand covered her breast, and she lifted her hands up to rest them over her head, and on his shoulders, thus opening her whole body to his touch. Her head leaned tot he side to give him more space to trail her lips over her skin. Again. and Again? And again? Was this how it was when you were willing? When you wanted to be someone? She'd spent so long thinking being with a man was nothing special, and even uncomfortable. In the space of a few hours she felt more awareness and alive then she'd had in years.
Her other hand was on her leg, and she parted them, so that her knees were on the outside of his knees. She wanted to ask if this was how it was between men and women--but she knew asking such a question would give up her power. And she was not willing to let the tables turn. He already held too much power over her with the way his touch make her ache at just the light skim of it. "Just your hands." She told him, not wanting the cloth between the heat of his hands and her skin. Tilting her face toward him she nipped at his skin of his neck. "You made the mess with your body, you can clean the mess with your body"
Arthur Pendragon
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