Fic:Under The Table
A/N~My muse is out of control it seems, two fics in one day? Well it's happened. :p
Gwen isn't sure when Arthur's hand on her thigh started to venture up higher, pulling the silk material of her dress as he does so.
Gwen starts and turns her head to her left to glance at her husband, but he's looking straight ahead watching as the minstrels recite a song-his face holds no note of what he's doing to her under the table.
Gwen's about to speak in his direction, but is cut off when Arthur's hand smoothes over her inner thigh, and Gwen reaches for her Goblet instead.
Gwen flushes slightly with excitement as Arthur's hand brushes lightly over her, the feast having just gotten all the more interesting.
Arthur's fingers rub small circles into the small bundle of nerves, and he smirks slightly as Gwen raises her hips slightly for more contact.
Arthur's surprised she keeps her back ram rod straight against the chair as he sinks a lone finger into her.
However he's not so surprised that she's all ready gyrating her hips, spurring Arthur to move his finger, which he does but he keeps it, to Gwen's annoyance at a deliberately slow pace.
Arthur turns his head slightly and can see that the pressure is slowly building as Gwen dips her head sighing softly, but remembers herself and lifts it back up, aware of her surroundings.
Arthur slides his finger out slowly to rub at her clit and her all the more silken flesh, Gwen looks at him, her eyes darkened with want and confused as to why he's pulled out, Arthur stares at her and then plunges two fingers in this time, and Gwen has to bite her lip to stop a keen from being ripped from her throat.
Arthur turns back to the Minstrels, and quickens his pace, from where he's sat he can hear Gwen's shallow breathing he chances a glance at her and sees her hand seems to have melded onto the arm of the chair, and he holds back a guttural groan.
His fingers are frantic with it now, and the Minstrels seem to have gained momentum also, he can feel Gwen ticking slightly around his fingers and knows that she is close.
He pulls out suddenly leaving Gwen dazed, he sees her back arch slightly off the chair as he flicks against her clit, arching into the friction.
The minstrels fade out and Gwen starts, convulsions wracking her body and grasps a hand at the table.
Arthur turns to look at her flushed in the candle lit hall, smiles, and leans over to kiss her.