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Her world spun for a moment, and felt her belly fill with the warmth of his seed! She shuttered from the feeling, loving every second of it. Her hand shook, but not from the cold, as Arthur feel back and looked at her. As he touched her! She looked down at him, her body slowly coming down from the--Laughter from outside the tent made her hands come up to cover herself and her body to bend to press into Arthur's chest!

It took her a moment to realize it was only two knights walking behind his tent to get to the training field, and that they were not near the door, or had heard them! Looking into his eyes she smiled brightly, and rested her forehead on his. "I wouldn't mind," she told him, knowing that duty kept it from being a reality, but it was something pleasant to think on! "I would love to tend to my husband more often." He loved the feeling of him still in her, but knew she needed to get up! Dressed! . . . everything she didn't wish to do.

His hand moved from her breast to between her legs and she jerked under his touch, falling out of rhythm for a moment before finding it once again. He would trust up and hit deeper inside of her! In this position he was so much deeper, and felt bigger since he was! Her husband sat up and suckled at her breast, causing her head to fall back! It was getting too much! Everything was tightening and twisting inside her!

Her hands moved up to his shoulders, and around his neck to give her leverage to keep moving! She didn't think of his men training on the other side of the tent! She only felt this, in this moment, and this pleasure! "Arthur!" She cried out as everything begin to almost inch and burn! "Please!" She begged, even though she was doing move of the movements! She was so close, and she needed him to be just as close! Her legs jerked, and tightened over his hips, making her movements slow as she felt herself tense and----"AH!" And fall over the wonderful edge! Her body tightened down on him, and pulsed around his cock!

His hand touched her cheek and she leaned slightly into it, loving his touch. unable to resit, she teased him. "So you plan to dull Excalibur, or fight without it?" She asked, smiling sweetly up at him knowing that he would understand she was only joking. She would not really let harm come to his sword. It was a symbol for so much! To both him and the people.

"Is this a promise of what awaits if I am victorious?" Almost. "It is a promise of what does not await you if you are victorious." She teased, meaning that if he won, then she would not have her night gown on tonight. Not that she would have it on either way, but she planned on him winning. It always made for him in a better mood. "And, as you joust and wear it, knowing that everyone can see it, only you and I know you will know what it really is." A personal thing between them.

Guinevère was enjoying pushing Arthur to finish without allowing him to touch her; but she missed his touch as well. The dual emotions dueled inside her. The he moved to take his cock in his hands and she helped lift herself up so she could seat herself over him. "I wasn't finished with that," She teased, more then willing to feel him stretching her! "As you were," she told her, and her amused eye flew to his, seeing that arrogant smirk on his face. She laughed, which caused her to tighten around him, which caused her laughter to fade on as intake of breath.

Her hands fund purchase on his abdomen, and she began rocking up and down over him. Her eyes drifting close at first from the feeling of him inside of her, but then she forced them open to look at him. Her lips parted as she breathed though her mouth to try to catch her breath. Reaching for his hands she pulled them from the bed, up to rest on her breast. Guinevère used his hands to take her weight as she continued the rythem over him. "Touch me!" She begged, no longer wanting his hands off of her, but his hands on her to help them both finish!

"That's only happened once," Once! She raised her eye brows at him, knowing he was dressing but still sending him a silent look. "Alright, twice." Guinevère tilted her head to the side as if silently reminding him of another. "Perhaps three." Shifting she tilted her head the other way, thinking of another in her mental list. "Anyway, it doesn't matter," She huffed out a playful but fed up sound as she walked over to pick something from her dressing mirror and begin to talk toward him.

"I'm still alive am I not?" THAT wasn't--"You have nothing to fear Guinevère," She folded her arms as she came to rest before him. "Nothing?" She questioned, knowing that she had much to fear. "I will be the judge of that."

Reaching for his hand she wrapped a small cloth around his wrist, this one white like her gown. Infact it was made from the same material as her night gown. Something no one would know but him as he wore the favor. "I don't breathe when you fight. I forget to breathe until it's over. It matters not if you fight a squire, or Percvial, or an assassin." She lifted the same hand she tied the favor to and kissed his palm. "For your victory!" She teased, but meant the words too! Winning meant a lot to him, so it had come to mean something to her as well.

She watched his face as he spoke of Morgana, and there was something she couldn't place. She didn't know him well enough to know that expression. Eventually he asked her to go fetch Gaius and she hesitated only a moment before doing it. Gwen didn't want to leave him just standing there but it wasn't her place to question him. Instead she stood there, watching him for a moment, before turning to hurry down below. Uther would need to be told as well. She would let the doctor tell him that Arthur was unwell! She didn't plan on being that person.

After cleaning up the broken pottery, and seeing to Morgana, Guin kept thinking of the ill prince. It tugged her on. How awful to be so ill that he thought he had seen her in her nightdress before! He must had thought her another servant?? Or someone else? No, he called her by name. Her full name even! Why? Her face heated as she wondered if the prince dreamed of her thustly! OH EMBARRASSING! She knew she was pretty, but surely he wouldn't! His words, spoke in a tone she'd never heard from him before--or to be honest from a man before--pulled at her too. What had meant?!

She slowed as she passed his door. The prince had not been seen since she fetched Gaius. Gwen moved to walk past the door but paused. She could NOT check on him! Never at any point in their interactions had they ever said anything that wasn't about Morgana or work, or . . . . . No! She couldn't check on the prince! It wasn't her place! Turning she made it only three steps before she turned and knocked on his door. Morgana would wish to know how he was! Yes! She was checking on the prince for Morgana's sake. Not because he looked so unlike himself this morning. Not because that expression had made him seem human more then title. Not because that expression worried her---and NOT because she wanted to know WHY he thought she should be wearing her night gown!

Arthur Pendragon

Guinevère felt numb. Which was better then the heartbroken, the fear, the self-loathing that she felt before she'd cried for the night. Even still she felt like crying, but she wasn't sure that she could cry any more. She had to figure out what she was going to do! Where she was going. The border of Camelot was behind her now, and even though there was no wall that magically protected her from harm with in it's walls--she felt more afraid since crossing it. The wide unknown was out there, and she had never sought to see what was beyond it. Especially alone.

She'd wanted nothing more then a home, and Arthur. She'd loved him, and she'd hurt him. Betraying her almost husband and king! And what was worse, she couldn't explain WHY she'd done it. She knew why, she knew that her feelings had gotten the better of her but looking back it felt as if she wasn't her. She wasn't the type to play loose games with her emotions! Yes, she'd loved Lancelot. He was her first love. The first man she'd felt anything for! Yes she loved Arthur! She loved him with her whole heart! She'd fallen in love with a little more each day and she wanted to marry him!

Yet, when Lancelot came back from the dead . . . . she didn't understand how she'd felt that way! She'd asked him to die for Arthur. She hated herself for that too. At the time fear had make her ask it of him, and he'd died--because she'd asked it of him. Seeing him come back . . . it had been overwhelming to know he hadn't died! She'd lost her head int he giddiness of the emotions and . . . . and betrayed both men. Betrayed Arthur. Her king. Her self.

Blinking back tears she tried again to think of where she needed to go tomorrow; but was distracted when she heard something. Was someone out there? Grabbing her dagger she stood up, and looked slowly around. Her heart beat harder as she tried to look out into the darkness and find the source of the sound. Yet, the fire only lit so far, and everything beyond it's light was all ominous shadows.

Guinevère always worried for her boys at these things. How man enjoyed things like a joust or melee she would never understand. Yet she worried for each of them, every time. Gwaine was good with a sword but liked to show off; what if someone used that? Elyan was BRILLIANT but he was her brother and so she held her breath when he fount, before smiling and clapping as if she never doubted him. Percival was strong, and she feared someone smaller and faster could get past his strong arms. Leon had trained since childhood, and skill was known; yet that didn't mean others played by the rules.

And then, there was her husband. The man who had found in every joust, and in ever melee since he was old enough to do so. He won most of them, in fact she couldn't recall one he hadn't. Yet there always seemed be someone trying to use the chaos of the kingdom to get close to him without others knowing, and kill him. He's jousted an assassin. He'd fought assassins. Even on his birthday there was one! They always came. They always hated his goodness, or who he used to be, or his father, or worked for Morgana, or wanted power.

While she worried over all her boy, it was her husband she worried for the most. She'd even sought out Merlin this morning, knowing that somehow he always knew. Almost always. Yet today Merlin seemed at ease, so Guinevère was as well. Not that her worry was evident. She was calm, and happy on the outside! Her fear would only be seen when her hand held her arm rest of her seat too tightly. "You do realize, that every time you fight or joust in something like this, there is always an assassin?" She reminded him, as he dressed for the day. She was still in her night gown, but would dress after he left. Right now, she wanted to make sure he was being safe. She had no desire to be a lonely Queen.

Guinevère looked down at her thigh when he reached back to touch her. She allowed it. Leaning forward she whispered to him, "You are proving me right," she teased. Guinevère kissed her ear, and moved over to his his face, her body pressing into his back as they aligned to allow her better range. Her hand skimmed over his sides, switching from massaging to caressing as she kissed him.

Pushing to sit up, she pulled her leg away from his hand so she could stand up. "Lay on your back now." She told him, smiling at him as he turned. She even stepped slightly back so he couldn't touch her. "Your hands, please," she asked of her husband as she stepped forward to take his wrists. She knew he could break her hold, and he was doing this only because she asked. She tucked his fingers behind his head,, so his chest from free to her. Then moved to push one leg over his hips again, settling once again on his hips. The v of her thighs pressing wetly into the slightly open ties of his trousers.

She smiled at him, holding his gaze as she began to repete herself, first running her finger tips lightly up his chest, and back down. Before she began to massage him, helping ease the muscles that were tight no matter what she did. "I have just one more place that needs my attention." She began, "and I know this is will help you relax." Though she didn't say where that was, she pressed her hipsinto his as a playful warning.