Square Table Drabble Series: The First Year
Title: With a Kiss, it Began {One of the First Year Series}
Author: elsewhere87 {mara93}
Pairing/Characters: Arthur/Gwen
Rating: PG
Warnings: mildly mature scenes of romance
Prompt: kiss
Link to Table: Table Three: 500 Words or Less
Word Count: 495
Summary: Starting off with a kiss, the king and queen begin the intimate celebration of their marriage.
A/N: This is going to be a series of ten 500 word drabbles written for square_table dealing with the first year of Arthur and Gwen’s new married life. This is drabble one.
With a Kiss, it Began
The Wedding Night {theme: kiss}
It’s been a day of so much activity. First they were married and then the coronation was performed. She peers down at the ring upon her finger, not startling as another comes near, a warm muscled body pressed against hers. He murmurs softly, lifting her hand slightly more so he can compare. She does too, noticing how perfectly similar they are, thick bands of silver and gold, plain yet so noble and illustrious.
Her head lifts. She looks further to the window, its thick curtains, to the desk where he works, to the table where he eats, to the furniture that holds his clothes.
As she does his breath comes over her cheek. His lips whisper over her lacy and satiny shoulder. She’s still in that beautiful dress created for this day, adorned in such richness like she’s never felt upon her skin.
“What are you thinking of?” He asks, breaking through the quiet that’s only other interruption are the glowing flames from the fireplace giving the odd crackling sound.
“This is your room…”
She can feel his smile against her cheek as he reminds, “And now it’s yours too.”
She turns, finding his eyes soft and caring for her. Clasping his cheeks she whispers, “I love you. So much Arthur. Please never doubt.”
His fingers graze and grasp her shoulder. “As I love you. And feel the same. No doubts.”
Their lips find each others. They press into and onto. It’s gently passionate. He tips her chin upward, telling her when it’s done and her eyes still are halfway slit closed like that first time they kissed, when he knew he affected her as much as she pulsed through him. “You’re queen now. Queen of Camelot.”
“Oh…” She lets out a deep breath, remembering the crown being placed upon her head by his hands, but still it’s a little foreign. Still, she feels tiny tingles of fright. What if-
“Don’t worry. You’ll be wonderful.”
He cuts through her thoughts with another kiss and grasps her hand, pulls her with him. “Come.”
She follows, feeling another kind of nervousness now. But his hands are there, his eyes observing.
And his lips saying, “We don’t have to-
She shakes her head fervently, pressing his hand to her strongly beating heart. “I’ve wanted this…for a long time.”
That makes him smile excitedly. “Me too.”
“But I’m not-
“You are. No other has shared this bed with me. Not like we will tonight.”
Her face lights up at that and he moves his hands, brings down the shouldering of her gown. She feels her arms go free and fingers his neck, his chest, releasing his tunic’s ties. Gently he lowers her to the bed. Kisses pass from one mouth to another. Tonight they’ll share so much intimacy. Find entrance to the most private element of each other. Share fevered emotion.
But through it all will be what got them here, what dazed them that first time.
A kiss.