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His hands moved over her skin and Guinevère's head feel back agingst him as he whispered--did he mean for her to stand? Then he best stop touching her! Because she doubted she could stand while she was being pleasured by this deep voice, and stronger hands! She'd never been taken more by a man's physical self then his emotionally self--and liking Arthur's body while knowing he was a killer made her feel a little shallow. Yet right now it also made her feel good, and wonderful! She let out a soft moan from his touch, enjoy it too much to stand.

Guinevère took a lloonngg moment to enjoy his touch, making no move to move from his touch, to the point she knew he would say something if she didn't move! And for some reason, she didn't want something breaking this moment of peace before she left him here. She wanted this one last memory. Something to think back on while she ran. "Undress, and join me then." She finally said, and even she was surprised how at ease this felt--if she planned to stay around then this would be bad. Yet it was only a few more hours. What harm could come from it? Forcing herself to stand, she made room for him.

Guinevère watched him as she walked forward. She tilted her head to look up at him. Ladies first? She was no lady. Yet didn't correct him because she had other things she wanted. Him. Her freedom. Standing she looked back at the bath. It wasn't large but she could fit. If he planned to join her then she would need to sit on his lap. It was the only wayshe could imagine they's both fit.

Yet, she was not in the mood to refuse, so instead she reached her hand out to use his bicep to balance herself before lifting one leg (and realizing she was growing sore from all their . . . . touching) and then the other to step into the warm water. She still had his seed drying on her thighs, but she knew the water would take care of that. Easing into the water she relaxed against the side, lifting her legs to prop one, and then other on the opposite wall. Her fingers pulled her hair from the water and draped it over the side.

Her first bath she'd ever used had come the night that Helios first taken her from the village. He'd allowed her to clean and change, before asking her to dine with him. It should have been a reminder of that night, but oddly baths (especially ones when he was away) had become her comfort. Her safe place. The warm water washing away what she needed it too. "Oh dear," she said with a tease, clearly not meaning it, "It appears there is not room for two."

Camelot had seen many great battles recently. She'd seen monarchs fighting for power. Magic and dragons. She'd seen siblings fighting for power with one tearing the kingdom part for power, while the other tried to save it. It had seen both kings and queens fall. Yet though it all the kingdom stood tall, with it's white towers and bright flags a symbol to all around it . . .

Only, Guinevère didn't know what that symbol was supposed to be any longer. With Uther, it was might. Morgana, it was power. Arthur it was hope! . . . . She didn't know what she was supposed to bring to the kingdom. How did she decide the fate and lives of so many? Alone.

Guinevère had been queen for a handful of years now, and she was used to the weight that came with the crown; yet at the some time she knew she'd never be used too it. She was the daughter of a blacksmith. Arthur had lived and trained his whole life to lead--she'd not. The fear of doing something wrong, and the people suffering for it felt unbearable.

Today was harder then most recently. Arthur had been . . . been gone for a few weeks now, and she'd held hope that maybe he'd left her with a child. Yet this morning she'd awoken to learn that he hadn't. They'd tried for years, but it seemed it was not meant for them. The loss of the idea, so soon after the loss of her husband, left her feeling raw and hurting all over again. Touching Arthur's ring, both her wedding band and the royal seal ring, she tried to draw strength from them, but today it didn't seem to be working.

Walking out of the citadel she tried to keep the sadness at bay long enough to see to things. She could cry again when she was done. "Sir Gwaine," she greeted with a soft, but warm smile. He always managed to help cheer her up a little. "Are we ready?" She asked, knowing that today they would be going to check on some local merchants to make sure a recent storm hadn't taken out too many building. He was also supposed to update her on training some new men who sought to be knights. It was hard to see Gwaine in these formal roles, but she was proud of how he seemed to naturally take to them. Without loosing his charm.

Gwaine

Keeping watch. Is that what Helios told him he would be doing? The words annoyed her, but not from his doing. Jailer. Guard. It mattered little what they called it. She was trapped her no matter the title of the meant hey gave. But no longer. Tonight! It ended tonight!

"Is this a complaint you are voicing," She asked as she looked up at him--and for the first time she realized how much bigger he really was then her. She'd known he was taller and stronger; but looking up at him while he was close made her realize how much taller, how much wider his shoulders were. He might not look it in first glance, but Arthur's body was lean and powerful. And standing here she was struck by the thought that he had to have been something besides a farmer or baker before Helios found him. There was a silent strength to him that should terrify her (and perhaps might have if he was trying to hurt her) but instead she found it pleasing. Though apart of the pleasing was the slight fear that he could, IF he wanted too. "Or a complement?"

It also occurred to her, that she'd told him to be nicer, and now he was. She'd won that round. Even if she'd lost the one before. The knowledge that unlike Helios, he was willing to barter and concead without the demand she yield to him; was something she clung too. Helios would have saw her demand as defiance, Arthur saw it as . . . . what? Banter? A challenge?

Should he feel honored? Guinevère blinked and looked up, not sure where that had came from. Yet, it smarted in a way, twisted at her. "I'd be surprised if a man like you could feel honor." She told him, her tone bringing that wall back up. He killed his neighbors and fought for the war lord who killed innocents. He was sleeping with another's man's wife! He was keeping her prisoner for that same war lord!

His words shouldn't have the power to hurt her. "Now stop being annoying, or your only bath will be the one your hand gives you." She told him, just as the knock came to the door. Turning she opened it quickly, and in walked the tiny man. She left the door open and moved toward the bed while he gathered the dishes--though she paused at seeing the box there. Helios' gift.

Turning she made way to the fire. "Send up some of the men with the bath." She told the tiny man, her tone softer then how she'd spoken to Arthur. She knew she'd had one this morning. "You need not plan to collect it until morning." She didn't look at Arthur until the man left, leaving the door open so the others could bring the bath up.

She tried to catch her breath as her body quivered in little shakes from the aftermath of her orgasm! She could feel him pumping his seed in her and event he warmth from that made her head spin! Her fingers let go of his skin, and slowly the blood rushing through her body slowed enough for her mind to think in words more then feelings! Her breathing was labored and she could feel their sweat coating their bodies! Now she did need a bath! That would please him . . . .

She didn't think on that long on it, as he pulled back to look down at her, and she should have felt exposed with as raw as she felt in this moment, but the only thing she could feel was this . . . was him. This feeling that she dared not give name to. He looked at her for a moment, before he lowered his head to kiss her. It wasn't a kiss meant for power, or pleasure while he was in her. This kiss was a kiss. A real kiss. A kiss meant only for the pleasure of kissing!

She gasped slightly from the kiss, and her eyes closed as she tasted him. Her hands moved up his back as the kiss began to linger. When he did pull away she stayed there for a moment, her eyes closed as she just breathed, before blinking up at him. Her whole world felt tilted. She should say something, anything. Ruin the moment. Instead she reached up and brushed his hair back, before her hand lowered to rest on his shoulder. The moment lingered and and finally spoke in a soft voice, that was silently unsettled. "Now you've got me dirty." She said, her tone shaken and almost a whisper. "Now I need a bath."

He unhooked her legs so that she could not hold him in and Guinevère whimpered from the feeling of him pulling out! She knew he was teasing, but she also knew he'd never understand. He held the power in this place, even if it had been her home for three years, and his three weeks. Even if he died tomorrow, he'd have more power here then she did. She'd been taken over and over, and she'd not ask them for anything!

She refused to speak, even as the need to have him in her made her eyes water! She kissed him, taking his mouth and silently praying he'd end this evil game! Guinevère's whimpers though the kissed grew more persistent. Breaking the kiss for air, she looked down at their hips, rather then at his face. "Take me!" She demanded, this time her tone a cry, it could even be mistaken for a need. "End this, or take me!"

He pushed more into her and she gasped, feeling the small win her words gave her! Yet he still held back! She need him in her and filling her and trusting inside of her! She needed him to . . she needed him in a way. And that would not do! He asked her what else she liked and she turned her face from him, looking down at their hips as a way of escaping the moment, moaning under his attentions to her neck.

Taking what she wanted . . . she wrapped her legs around his hips and tightened them, pulling him into her! Sighing she let herself fall back on the table, seeing his lips from her! It was too good! She already had come to craze his touch! Her hands came up to brush her hair back as her body shivered around his cock! "I like it when you make me come," she told him though this admittance was less personal then her last! She would not open herself to him. He'd take what he wanted enough! She'd give no more if she could! "Make me come!" She demanded, her voice breathless and full of need. Yet still not asking!

Guinevère's breathing was coming slightly quicker, and when he pulled her int his chest the feeling of her best flat aginst his hard chest made her gasp slightly. It felt good to be touched so, and she wanted more of it. Helios' touch had never made her feel like this. His touch had kept her dry and wishing it over. With Arthur she had been wet since the moment he kissed her--and that thought nearly made her pull from his arms.

Nearly.

The banter and teasing was too fun. She was having fun, as small as it was, for the first time in three years. "I am not nearly dirty enough to need a bath. Order your own," she told him again, her eyes closing as she ignored her order, for her to order him a bath. Her mind knew it should not keep comparing the man to the war lord, but she couldn't help but to feel the difference--even when they both told her to do things, Helios demanded obedience, while Arthur enjoyed the banter. One man sought power. One sought pleasure.

She whimpered slightly from his teasing touch, but knew she'd not give in without him asking. "I know what your doing, and it wont work." She told him, "So tease me or take me . . . . I already have what I wanted." And then that she reached for him, sliding her hand down his cock to cup the heavy skin below it. Brushing her nails over the skin she began stroking him.