Once More
Title: Once More
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Arthur/Gwen
Summary: Amidst passion and confusion there is certainty.
Warnings: language, adult themes
Word Count: 1000
Prompt: 'Tears' from Camelot_Drabble
Author's Notes: This one has an AU twist from the show.
Once More
Tears edge at her lids as his fingers toy with her sensitivity. Lock. Pull. Venture. Frolic. Her hips tremor. Pains of fire, desire.
He hovers above, eyes watchful. Waiting. Pulsing.
A finger leaves her inside. She moans at its departure. Feels its dampness against her cheek. Rubbing away the salty wet.
“Tears?”
She barely nods; his tongue entering her impatient mouth tells her it’s satisfying enough. Feeling the hard flesh contact of their bodies, she rubs his back, squeezes his lower musculature.
Groans pass his teeth. He finds her breast. Games with her nipple. She writhes upon the ground, lids filling again.
His lips curve into an unexplainable smile. Finding her ankles, his wrists stress strongly, spreading them apart.
“Oh.” She shudders.
He positions himself. No longer fingers. It’s all him, throbbing inside.
Her eyes wildly find the stars above, feeling like they are showering beams of light upon their naked undulating bodies. First thrust comes. He grasps her chin with his fingers, whispers, “Watch.”
Her head falls back, hitting the coarse ground so hard, he stops, asks. “Okay?”
“Yes…” She slides out, beckoning him on, doing her part by making herself more available.
He’s in and then out.
In.
Out.
And as she glimpses them for another handful of daring seconds, the stars are doing the same. Edging into her line of vision. Hard.
In.
Pushing against her heart pulse, fierce gyrations of body.
Out.
Tempting. Flirting. Drifting away so far her fingers ache to hold them and him to her.
She finds his chest. Uses it for leverage. Scratching. Hears him moan at her too strong reaction. A tear edges at his lid, but then he has the lock of her chin again. Tells her.
“Stay…with…me.”
She’s in an oasis. In a wild heat rending desert. Wanting to shower her with burning ecstasy. Pummel her with the pain of passion. “Oh…” She tears at the ground as he is so far inside. Throbbing so deep within. Swelled with lust, desire, and an emotion she can’t yet grasp.
She scrapes at his back. Finds that lower twin musculature and squeezes. “Oh…” She gasps. The tall grasses are her bed. He’s driving her into them. One pulse at a time. One thrust within a second.
Heat floods. It fills her, toying with her nerves until she screams. Descends. A burst of the stars. An explosion of emotion.
***
She is naked, satiated with the sweat of sex, and it came from being with a stranger who insists they are not alien to each other.
Gwen kneels up on the ground. The tall grasses tickle her exposed skin. A commandingly low voice interrupts her progress of searching out her clothes. “Did I give you permission to get up?”
The audacity of this man! Maybe he fights with a sword, has an awesomely sized castle and all, but she’s not his medieval property. Anger fuels her expression.
He just laughs and sits up too, unembarrassed by his state of undress. His lips catch onto her aroused nipples, tongue at one, causing her fevered moan. Then more tenderly he wipes at her leftover tears, gazes upon her face.
“You’ve always cried a little when we commit the makings of love. Make me cry too just a touch. Though tell none of my men. And that furious look you just had upon your face for me being too bold, you’ve always had that too.”
Okay. One moment he’s a pompous ass, along with a very muscular ass that screams ‘fondle me’. The next he’s this tender, albeit lunatic, warrior. She’s of the 21st century. Not the thirteenth or er fourteenth.
History isn’t her strong suit.
This is insane! Last recall before ‘landing’ in this middle aged world, she was in her boss’s office, consoling herself with work after being jilted by that two timing jerk Russ. So she was vulnerable, right? That’s why she just had sex with a king who she met a day ago.
So fucking hot sex.
“Guinevere.”
It’s that name he kept whispering in her ear until she felt all her sense burst away. Until all that liquid heat built so far her body succumbed to pleasure.
But this-
She speaks bluntly. “We are strangers who just had sex, and it was so good there are no polite adjectives worthy of describing it, but still I have no idea how I was at work one moment and then suddenly in your castle. Other point. Fornication with a stranger is not to be taken lightly. I am a 21st century woman who knows how dangerous it is to-
He cuts her ramblings off with a determined kiss. Smiles as she tries to finish her statement.
“You own a sword that you named Excalibur. You could be some sick minded king like in those porn novels I’m shamelessly addicted to. Wanting to control me, getting off my tears.”
He laughs softly. “Lost on some of your wording there, but I’m sorry for showing so little chivalry. It’s just I saw you again and had to be with you. Feel you in these tall grasses under the stars, our private place for years now.”
She gapes so his fingers lock on her waist.
“Time to dress. Merlin will help with your loss of memory. An evil sorceress tried to keep us apart. You’ve been missing for two horrible years, living in that other world. But now you’re back, my Queen. And everything’s alright.”
Her mouth hangs open and his tongue enters, but the kiss is gently warm more than fevered and she thinks upon it, how never once in the 21st century did she feel the kind of beautiful culmination she felt with this man of another time. A time he swears she’s from.
“I love you. Now trust me Guinevere.”
Her response stuns even her.
“I do.”
But it is true.
“Arthur…”
They edge at his lids now. Tears. And through all her confusion she knows she is home.
Safe.
Desired.
Complete.