She's only there because he asked her to be - G - Angst mustbethursday3May 5 2011, 10:48:35 UTC
She’s standing under cover from the rain, just watching it, a hand pressed to her collar, fingers tangled in her necklace. And with the angle her face is tipped up at he can’t quite see her expression, but he imagines it pensive, thoughtful. Like she knows something but dare not say it.
Sensing his gaze she turns, her mouth pursing, while her eyes dare him to tell her to come back inside; where the rest of the people 'mourning' his father are waiting; pouring tea, and nibbling on sandwiches, heads tilted sadly.
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Oh and I just remembered that the Anon thing is slightly different: You should still click 'More Options' and change the 'From' to look like this:
It's all touch and go- Angst- G
anonymous
May 5 2011, 14:08:08 UTC
'There have been some complications.'
He has worked too long with Gaius not to realise what that means. He glances across at Arthur. He seems like a man who could face anything: dragons, dark truths, a weighty destiny- but not this. Never this.
His face is the colour of sour milk. His lips have dissolved into one fine line. There are purple shadows beneath his eyes and his nails are bitten to the quick.
Merlin wishes there was something he could do. But there’s nothing, he knows it and Arthur knows it.
He squeezes his friend’s shoulder- it’s the best he can do. Arthur meets his gaze for the first time in hours. He doesn’t cry. He looks to Merlin like a drowning man, whose head is about to dip below the water’s surface. ‘I can’t lose her Merlin,’ his voice is low and hoarse. ‘I just can’t.’
Coeur de Lion - G - Humor
anonymous
May 6 2011, 02:46:59 UTC
The sound from the bedchamber could only be described as a shriek. Running into the room, Gwen halted, staring at Arthur in bafflement.
"Why are you trying to scale the bedpost?"
Caught out, Arthur let go and exclaimed shrilly, "I'm not--" Clearing his throat, he tried in a more manly, offended tone, "I'm not 'trying to scale the bedpost.'" His ruse, however, was destroyed as he twitched and stared past her in terror.
Gwen whirled-- and then, burst out laughing. "It's a spider."
"I know it's a spider."
"You cannot possibly be afraid of a spider."
He hesitated. "I think it's an enchanted spider."
From that day forward, Arthur (privately) referred to Gwen as Brave Slayer of the Enchanted Spiders.
And of Exceptionally-large Ants. And of People With Double-jointed Thumbs (well, she didn't slay them, but she did move them along quickly). And of Dust Bunnies Which Resemble Enchanted Spiders...
EDIT: Too Fast - PG-13 - Comedy
anonymous
May 5 2011, 14:33:03 UTC
Can a mod delete the one above, it went over the word limit and this one is in the word limit.
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"Gwen..."
Gwen only moaned against his mouth and started to run her hands down his shirt and towards his pants.
"Gwen, we can't..." Arthur tried again and he could hear his voice getting higher.
"Arthur, don't worry. I've done this before, so it's not like you're stealing my virginity."
As Gwen started to unbutton his pants as she kissed along his jaw. Arthur couldn't take it anymore, so he jumped up and over the couch. Gwen looked up at him confused as he stood there letting the couch be a shield.
"Are you a virgin?" She questioned.
"Yes," Arthur groaned.
Gwen walked around the couch and took his hands and led him towards his bedroom.
"Don't worry Arthur, you're in good hands. I'll teach you everything you need to know."
A Kiss is Just A Kiss (PG)
anonymous
May 5 2011, 21:12:53 UTC
I took a few liberties with the word ‘virgin.’ lol
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Gwen knew something was amiss when Arthur didn’t kiss her goodnight after their first date, or the second, or even the third. He was hesitant on the fourth looking down at his feet when they arrived at her front door.
After a few moments, he finally looked up at her, leaned his head in and… smacked his forehead with hers. Shocked and a little embarrassed, Arthur stumbled back mumbling apologies and leaving a very bewildered Gwen behind.
On their fifth date, it was very much the same.
The next date, Gwen had had enough. They were at her flat again but this time, Gwen took the initiative. Surprising Arthur, she grabbed his face with both her hands and fiercely kissed him with all the passion she could muster.
“Thank you,” Arthur said relieved as he sagged his shoulders. Gwen could only grin at him in response.
tête-à-tête - G
anonymous
May 6 2011, 17:43:39 UTC
She wasn't certain, so she ignored her eyes and kept on talking, pleading her case. Their production was far better funded than she could ever hope for so it's likely this meeting would prove to be a farce.
"And that's why, Mr. Pendragon-”
“Arthur,” he said and then he did the unthinkable.
Gwen cleared her throat and continued in a slight daze. “…that’s why,” she started again though her mind was somewhere else, “I think…we should debut our version of the play, first.”
She sat hopeful, blinking in anticipating next to him on the cozy sofa in her office, desperately awaiting his answer. The blond man with the sharp blue eyes shifted forward, casually leaned in beside her. His lips tantalizing close, nearly touching, he whispered to her ear.
Caledfwich - G - General (EDITED)
anonymous
May 7 2011, 15:51:05 UTC
Seriously, he did not wish to be here in this well appointed office, possibly on bended knee, looking to rescind the contract.
Okay so perhaps a red sports jacket was not called for, right pocket emblazoned with his family’s antiquated crest, but he would be damned if he was going to tone down his appearance to appease this holier than thou, female termagant with her pale, simply tailored dove gray suit, eyeing the details for a possible out.
Arthur glared across the ridiculously round boardroom table at the bespectacled female with the upswept curls secured in a bun as she read the fine print.
It was then he saw its gleam above her head, an antique of exceptional provenance. The subtle shift in gaze of the female was lost to rapt, large blue eyes.
“One of my ancestors was a blacksmith, Mr. Pendragon. His hobby was sword smithing.”
The Meeting - R
anonymous
May 8 2011, 11:27:18 UTC
“Pendragon and Thomas are meeting. Pendragon’s supposedly been cheating her.”
Her fingers are tangled in his hair as he suckles on her neck. His shirt is hanging open, hers somewhere on the floor.
“The office was in a mess after their last confrontation.”
He lifts her up as her legs wrap around him. As he stumbles to his couch, he knocks over a stack of papers. Lowering her onto his couch, he stops to admire the gorgeous woman in front of him. She smiles coyly as she reaches for him.
“They must really hate each other’s guts.”
He works his way down her body, licking and nipping, while she pleads with him. When she feels his hot tongue dip inside, she almost breaks.
“I wish the two of them could work together. They would be explosive.”
Not My Fault - PG - Comedy
anonymous
May 6 2011, 02:27:22 UTC
Not My Fault
Guinevere was never one for snooping. She prided herself for not lowering herself to that level but the more peculiar Arthur was acting around her, the more harder it was for her to resist. Every time Gwen would enter his chambers, Arthur would suddenly stop doing whatever he was doing and make up excuses to leave.
On one occasion, she walked into the throne room only to have Arthur look her in the eyes and hurriedly walk in the other direction.
“What are you hiding?” she cornered him hours later.
Arthur gulped, “Um…”
“Because I have a sneaking suspicion that you’ve been avoiding me all day.”
“Have I? “
“Yes.”
“Have you been by your house today?”
“No…”
Arthur took one look at her, “Remember that you love me and it was all Merlin’s fault.” And then he ran away.
Co-ordinated Effort - G - General (theme: Director)
anonymous
May 6 2011, 03:20:01 UTC
"Arthur asked if I knew what's going on with you," Merlin said. "I told him I had no idea what he meant, but that was a lie. What's wrong, Gwen?"
The following days became a team effort to keep Arthur unaware. Merlin's insinuations of vermin caused certain guests to depart. Informants were routed to Gwen, to vet their reports.
Merlin stopped by the royal chambers to give Gwen an update, when suddenly, Arthur strode into the room and bolted the door behind himself. "All right, you're coming clean with me, right now."
After exchanging a long look with Merlin, Gwen sighed and retrieved a parchment from her vanity drawer. Frowning, Arthur unfolded it, then looked at them in confusion. "This is an invitation to Lady Vivian's wedding."
They nodded.
"It's in three days... we cannot possibly reply to this in time, much less attend."
Keeping Secrets
anonymous
May 6 2011, 17:07:25 UTC
There was no doubt. Arthur was up to something. He might have thought he was the master of subterfuge, but Gwen knew the signs. The hasty movements when she entered the room unexpectedly. The hushed conversations with Merlin that he thought went undetected. The ever so slightly smug smile on his face when he thought she wasn’t looking. Her first attempt to win the information from him involved the traditional batting of eyelashes. It failed - Arthur saw straight through her. So she tried a bit of sneaking and tracked him around the castle for a week. By the end she was forced to admit that he had her beaten. Even turning on the tears couldn’t make him tell her what was going on. Entering her cottage she found the lamps lit, the table laid and kitchen absolutely covered in pots and pans. “It’s my turn to cook” he smiled.
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Sensing his gaze she turns, her mouth pursing, while her eyes dare him to tell her to come back inside; where the rest of the people 'mourning' his father are waiting; pouring tea, and nibbling on sandwiches, heads tilted sadly.
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He has worked too long with Gaius not to realise what that means. He glances across at Arthur. He seems like a man who could face anything: dragons, dark truths, a weighty destiny- but not this.
Never this.
His face is the colour of sour milk. His lips have dissolved into one fine line. There are purple shadows beneath his eyes and his nails are bitten to the quick.
Merlin wishes there was something he could do. But there’s nothing, he knows it and Arthur knows it.
He squeezes his friend’s shoulder- it’s the best he can do.
Arthur meets his gaze for the first time in hours. He doesn’t cry. He looks to Merlin like a drowning man, whose head is about to dip below the water’s surface.
‘I can’t lose her Merlin,’ his voice is low and hoarse. ‘I just can’t.’
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"Why are you trying to scale the bedpost?"
Caught out, Arthur let go and exclaimed shrilly, "I'm not--" Clearing his throat, he tried in a more manly, offended tone, "I'm not 'trying to scale the bedpost.'" His ruse, however, was destroyed as he twitched and stared past her in terror.
Gwen whirled-- and then, burst out laughing. "It's a spider."
"I know it's a spider."
"You cannot possibly be afraid of a spider."
He hesitated. "I think it's an enchanted spider."
From that day forward, Arthur (privately) referred to Gwen as Brave Slayer of the Enchanted Spiders.
And of Exceptionally-large Ants. And of People With Double-jointed Thumbs (well, she didn't slay them, but she did move them along quickly). And of Dust Bunnies Which Resemble Enchanted Spiders...
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"Gwen..."
Gwen only moaned against his mouth and started to run her hands down his shirt and towards his pants.
"Gwen, we can't..." Arthur tried again and he could hear his voice getting higher.
"Arthur, don't worry. I've done this before, so it's not like you're stealing my virginity."
As Gwen started to unbutton his pants as she kissed along his jaw. Arthur couldn't take it anymore, so he jumped up and over the couch. Gwen looked up at him confused as he stood there letting the couch be a shield.
"Are you a virgin?" She questioned.
"Yes," Arthur groaned.
Gwen walked around the couch and took his hands and led him towards his bedroom.
"Don't worry Arthur, you're in good hands. I'll teach you everything you need to know."
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Gwen knew something was amiss when Arthur didn’t kiss her goodnight after their first date, or the second, or even the third. He was hesitant on the fourth looking down at his feet when they arrived at her front door.
After a few moments, he finally looked up at her, leaned his head in and… smacked his forehead with hers. Shocked and a little embarrassed, Arthur stumbled back mumbling apologies and leaving a very bewildered Gwen behind.
On their fifth date, it was very much the same.
The next date, Gwen had had enough. They were at her flat again but this time, Gwen took the initiative. Surprising Arthur, she grabbed his face with both her hands and fiercely kissed him with all the passion she could muster.
“Thank you,” Arthur said relieved as he sagged his shoulders. Gwen could only grin at him in response.
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"And that's why, Mr. Pendragon-”
“Arthur,” he said and then he did the unthinkable.
Gwen cleared her throat and continued in a slight daze. “…that’s why,” she started again though her mind was somewhere else, “I think…we should debut our version of the play, first.”
She sat hopeful, blinking in anticipating next to him on the cozy sofa in her office, desperately awaiting his answer. The blond man with the sharp blue eyes shifted forward, casually leaned in beside her. His lips tantalizing close, nearly touching, he whispered to her ear.
Gwen couldn’t help her giggle.
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Okay so perhaps a red sports jacket was not called for, right pocket emblazoned with his family’s antiquated crest, but he would be damned if he was going to tone down his appearance to appease this holier than thou, female termagant with her pale, simply tailored dove gray suit, eyeing the details for a possible out.
Arthur glared across the ridiculously round boardroom table at the bespectacled female with the upswept curls secured in a bun as she read the fine print.
It was then he saw its gleam above her head, an antique of exceptional provenance. The subtle shift in gaze of the female was lost to rapt, large blue eyes.
“One of my ancestors was a blacksmith, Mr. Pendragon. His hobby was sword smithing.”
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Her fingers are tangled in his hair as he suckles on her neck. His shirt is hanging open, hers somewhere on the floor.
“The office was in a mess after their last confrontation.”
He lifts her up as her legs wrap around him. As he stumbles to his couch, he knocks over a stack of papers. Lowering her onto his couch, he stops to admire the gorgeous woman in front of him. She smiles coyly as she reaches for him.
“They must really hate each other’s guts.”
He works his way down her body, licking and nipping, while she pleads with him. When she feels his hot tongue dip inside, she almost breaks.
“I wish the two of them could work together. They would be explosive.”
They collapse, sated, onto the couch.
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Guinevere was never one for snooping. She prided herself for not lowering herself to that level but the more peculiar Arthur was acting around her, the more harder it was for her to resist. Every time Gwen would enter his chambers, Arthur would suddenly stop doing whatever he was doing and make up excuses to leave.
On one occasion, she walked into the throne room only to have Arthur look her in the eyes and hurriedly walk in the other direction.
“What are you hiding?” she cornered him hours later.
Arthur gulped, “Um…”
“Because I have a sneaking suspicion that you’ve been avoiding me all day.”
“Have I? “
“Yes.”
“Have you been by your house today?”
“No…”
Arthur took one look at her, “Remember that you love me and it was all Merlin’s fault.” And then he ran away.
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The following days became a team effort to keep Arthur unaware. Merlin's insinuations of vermin caused certain guests to depart. Informants were routed to Gwen, to vet their reports.
Merlin stopped by the royal chambers to give Gwen an update, when suddenly, Arthur strode into the room and bolted the door behind himself. "All right, you're coming clean with me, right now."
After exchanging a long look with Merlin, Gwen sighed and retrieved a parchment from her vanity drawer. Frowning, Arthur unfolded it, then looked at them in confusion. "This is an invitation to Lady Vivian's wedding."
They nodded.
"It's in three days... we cannot possibly reply to this in time, much less attend."
"Exactly," Merlin confirmed, returning Gwen's smile.
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Her first attempt to win the information from him involved the traditional batting of eyelashes. It failed - Arthur saw straight through her. So she tried a bit of sneaking and tracked him around the castle for a week. By the end she was forced to admit that he had her beaten. Even turning on the tears couldn’t make him tell her what was going on.
Entering her cottage she found the lamps lit, the table laid and kitchen absolutely covered in pots and pans.
“It’s my turn to cook” he smiled.
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