Candlelight - A Merlin fanfiction
Title: Candlelight
Category: Het (Canon AU)
Characters/Pairings: Gwen/Lancelot
Rating: NC-17
Warning: Shameless Fluff + cheesyness
Summary: It's Lancelot's birthday and Gwen decides to make a surprise for him.
Author's Note(s): Just because I haven't written fluff for a while. Inspired by the song Runaway by The Corrs
“And by candlelight
make love to me through the night...”
Ruanaway by The Corrs
Gwen felt her stomach flinch with excitement when she lit the last candle. With a small smile she looked around the room in the golden light of the fire and the candles. She had placed them on the nightstand and on the table, next to a bowl of fruits. Her smile grew wider and she nodded her head - she did a good job. Now all she had to do was to wait.
Lancelot walked up the stairs, still with a goofy grin on his face, like all the time the knights of Camelot had dinner together. However, his grin turned into a surprised expression as entering his chambers he saw the bowl of fruits and the candles. For a moment she thought he had come to the wrong room, but then she noticed that old shield on the wall with the sigil of Northumbria. What a coincidence, he thought to herself when he recognised it for the first time - it took him a few days to notice it after he had moved in. Looking at the small dancing flames, he wondered what they were there for, when a pair of arms slid around his waist and she smelled a scent of lavender around him. His eyes widened with surprise and a grin broke out on his face.
“Gwen?” he asked with his heart pounding faster as he turned around to face her.
“Happy birthday, Sir Lancelot,” she said, smiling, amused by his surprise, then she stood on her tiptoes and pressed a light kiss on his lips.
Her heart skipped a beat when he wrapped his arms around her and pulling her closer, he returned the kiss. Running a hand up on her back, he cupped her face, softly brushing his thumb against her cheek.
“How did you know that?” he asked, when they lips parted. He hadn’t celebrated his birthday for a since the death of his parents. He learned that this day was like any other. However, the fact that Gwen knew about it and remembered it warmed his heart.
“You told me once,” she answered, stepping out of his arms then she picked up something from one of the chairs. Something wrapped into brown paper - a present. “This is for you,” she said, handing it to him.
“You shouldn’t have...” he began, lowering his head, but Gwen placed a finger on his lips to shush him.
“Just open it,” she told him with a warm smile.
So he sat down and did what she told him to do. His lips curled up into a smile as he unfolded a white shirt which was obviously made by Gwen herself. There was also a handkerchief with an embroidered griffin on it.
“Thank you Gwen, this is wonderful,” he said, beaming at the woman standing in front of him with a modest smile on her face.
“I’m glad you liked it,” she said with her cheeks bright red and her heart fluttering as she saw how happy he looked.
“I love it,” he assured her, taking her hands and Gwen giggled as he pulled her into his lap. “I love it,” he repeated, then he kissed her; first slowly and gently, and as she leaned into it, sliding her arms around his neck, he made it more passionate.
When their lips touched, Gwen found it hard to breathe, like every time he kissed him. Her heart started to race as he raised a hand to cup her cheek, then she traced his fingers down her neck, making her shiver a little. Then he suddenly pulled away, leaving Gwen with a surprised gasp on her lips. Opening her eyes she saw Lancelot gazing at her, his eyes wide with astonishment and desire.
“Have I seen this on you before?” he wondered with a small smile forming in the corner of his mouth.
Gwen returned his smile, blushing slightly and she shook her head. She was wearing a white dressing gown with small embroidered flowers on its neckline and cuffs. It suited her perfectly, Lancelot stated in thoughts, admiring her beauty.
“You look wonderful in it,” he told her, unable to look at anything else in the room. Only her.
“Thank you,” Gwen said with a small nod, while the butterflies were waking up in her stomach. “It was a present from the Lady Morgana,” she told him, as she - led by a sudden idea -, shifted out of his lap and stood in front of him, so he could have a better view. He saw him swallow thickly and she couldn’t hide her smile. She wasn’t expecting such reaction from him, but it excited her, turning her cheeks red again and making the butterflies crazy in her stomach.
Suddenly, she had an idea. She shivered a bit at the thought, biting on her lower lip to hold back a giggle as it hit her. Originally, she didn’t have any plans with the dressing gown; she had just put it on to wear something different.
“I’ve thought I will never wear it,” she admitted, as she spun around for him, smiling shyly.
“Why?” Lancelot asked, getting up from the chair.
“I don’t wear gowns. Anyways, this isn’t something you put on every day when you’re alone at home.” By the time she had said this, he was already next to her, with an arm around her waist, pulling her close to himself.
“Maybe it’s time to start it,” he teased her, gently stroking her arm.
Gwen chuckled, shaking her head, then she put both hands on his chest and she stretched herself to kiss him. She heard his breathing quicken when she slid her hands down to his belt and utied it, letting it fall onto the floor. He let her break the kiss, so she could take the shirt off him, although they were still standing so close to each other that their noses almost touched. Gwen’s eyes widened with desire as the brown shirt ended up on the floor right next to the belt and she could let her gaze dwell on his bare torso. Lancelot’s throat ran dry as he saw how she was looking at him, filling his body and soul with warmth. Leaning his forehead against hers, he closed his eyes, while her fingers were tracing across his chest and his arms, outlining his muscles and scars. Then he cupped her face with both hands and kissed her. She let out a pleased sigh, returning the kiss as he ran his fingers down her neck, her shoulders and her arms, until he reached her waist, looking for the knot of her belt. However, when he tried to untie it, Gwen pulled away.
A wave of guilt ran through him and he opened his mouth to apologise, but before he could have said something, Gwen shook her head with a playful smile on her lips.
“Not yet,” she said, almost whispering, then her smile grew wider seeing his surprise. “Lie down on the bed,” she told him. “I will be there in a minute.
She stood by the table, watching Lancelot taking off his boots, sitting on the edge of the bed. Lying down, his heart was racing and he wondered what would happen next. Honestly, Gwen wondered the same thing, too. She had never done such thing before and she wasn’t sure how to do it. Well, slowly taking off her clothes, but wasn’t there any specific order in the moves?
Her heart skipped a beat when she felt Lancelot’s eyes on herself, filled with a strong want and curiosity. She took a deep breath and she felt her cheeks flush as she moved her hands to the knot of her belt and slowly started to untie it. Her stomach jump when she heard Lancelot sucking in a breath. It seemed her plan was working. With a shy smile on her face, she let the belt down on the floor then looked at Lancelot, who was still lying on the bed, not taking his eyes off her.
After taking off the belt, the gown opened a little, but not as much to reveal anything. She could hear the beating of her own heart as she began to slide the white fabric off her shoulder, letting her brown skin show. Lancelot found it hard to breathe watching Gwen slowly taking off her gown, inch by inch with a modest smile on her lips, driving him crazy with desire. He felt the urge to get up already and take her into his arms to kiss her, to hold her, to make love to her. However, he was too stunned by her beauty to move, so he just stayed there, lying on the bed watching her, admiring her.
His eyes were like flames on her bare skin, setting her on fire. The tension between them filled the air, making the blood rush in her veins. Taking a step towards the bed, she let the gown fall onto the floor. Her face flushed, noticing Lancelot swallow thickly, as he looked at her from head to toe, admiration mixed with desire beaming in her eyes, sending a shiver down on her spine. Despite the growing urge to run to him, she slowly walked to the bed, teasing him with a playful look in her eyes. Although her cheeks were still red as she wasn’t used to walking around naked. However, seeing Lancelot’s reaction, perhaps she should consider doing it more often.
Lancelot had already sat up when she climbed onto the bed, and when she reached him, she pulled her into his arms, capturing her mouth in a long, passionate kiss. Lying down next to him, she returned the kiss, running a hand through his hair, placing the other one on is chest. He held her close to himself, pressing her naked body to his. Gwen’s stomach jumped when he deepened the kiss, tracing his fingers on her soft skin, giving her goosebumps. Then she broke the kiss and turned him on his back. Lancelot went breathless and his heart started racing as Gwen looked down at him - her eyes were almost black with desire. Locking his gaze with hers, he licked his lips, wondering what she would do next. He hadn’t seen her taking charge like this before, but it definitely aroused him.
When Gwen leaned forward, he lifted his head to kiss her, cupping her face with a hand. Burying her fingers into his thick, dark hair, she kissed him back, then after a short while she moved her lips downwards, pressing them on his jawline. Hearing his pleased groan, she smiled against his skin. While he was stroking he back, she kissed her way down on his neck. His hands were in her hair as her lips were wandering on his chest, making his heart race. He forgot how to breathe when she untied the laces of her trousers and she pulled them off along with his underwear. He was already hard by now, longing for her touch, and she groaned again when she took his length into her hands, stroking it gently, building the tension inside him. Her strokes and caresses left him out of breath, pushing him towards the edge, making him squirm and her more and more aroused.
Then all of a sudden she let him go. “Gwen,” he mumbled, gasping for air. Hearing her name, her heartbeat increased and her stomach jumped at the thought of what she was about to do. She had never done this before, or at least not this way. Leaning forward, she kissed him softly, letting him run his fingers through her dark curls before she pulled away and positioned herself above him. Biting on her lower lip she took him into his hands, leading him inside her. They both gasped for breath with a hammering heart as she leaned forward and kissed him, slowly starting to move her hips up and down. He moaned into her mouth, cupping her face with one hand and running the other one down on her bare arm.
Pulling away, Gwen gently tugged on Lancelot’s lower lip as he traced his fingers across her neck, her back, her side, her thighs, caressing her soft skin that looked like bronze in the candlelight. Seeing his eyes sparkling with passion, her breathing quickened and she began to move faster with small moans escaping from her lips as waves of pleasure ran through her body. She was so close to the edge now: her heart was almost jumped out of her chest, when he suddenly sat up, wrapping his arms around her, capturing her mouth with his own. Her fingers swept through his hair as she returned the kiss, then she leaned her head back letting his lips trail down on her neck, while her hips were still in motion. However, she stopped when their bodies strained against each other as they came together, reaching the top of the wall. He buried his face into her neck, pulling his arms tighter around her body trembling with pleasure. They were both catching their breaths.
Once he stopped panting, Lancelot gently laid Gwen back on the bed, sliding out of her, then he kissed her. She smiled up at him with the afterglow of their passion shining on her face. His lips curled into a smile and his heart filled with joy, spreading out warmth in his body and soul. No-one had ever made him feel like this. He opened his mouth to tell her how much he loved her, but he couldn’t find the words for it. There were no words for this overwhelming happiness inside him which was so intense that it even hurt.
Yet Gwen noticed and understood it. He could tell it from her smile growing wider and her eyes tearing up. She felt the same for him. Cupping his face, she pulled him down for a long, gentle kiss, telling him how much she loved him without words.
“Where are you going?” she asked when he pulled away from her and got up from the bed.
“To blow out the candles,” he answered, throwing a glance at the table where the candles were still burning and so they did on the nightstand, too.
“Don’t forget to make a wish,” she teased him, watching him walk through the room.
And as darkness took over his chambers, Lancelot did make a wish.
Category: Het (Canon AU)
Characters/Pairings: Gwen/Lancelot
Rating: NC-17
Warning: Shameless Fluff + cheesyness
Summary: It's Lancelot's birthday and Gwen decides to make a surprise for him.
Author's Note(s): Just because I haven't written fluff for a while. Inspired by the song Runaway by The Corrs
“And by candlelight
make love to me through the night...”
Ruanaway by The Corrs
Gwen felt her stomach flinch with excitement when she lit the last candle. With a small smile she looked around the room in the golden light of the fire and the candles. She had placed them on the nightstand and on the table, next to a bowl of fruits. Her smile grew wider and she nodded her head - she did a good job. Now all she had to do was to wait.
Lancelot walked up the stairs, still with a goofy grin on his face, like all the time the knights of Camelot had dinner together. However, his grin turned into a surprised expression as entering his chambers he saw the bowl of fruits and the candles. For a moment she thought he had come to the wrong room, but then she noticed that old shield on the wall with the sigil of Northumbria. What a coincidence, he thought to herself when he recognised it for the first time - it took him a few days to notice it after he had moved in. Looking at the small dancing flames, he wondered what they were there for, when a pair of arms slid around his waist and she smelled a scent of lavender around him. His eyes widened with surprise and a grin broke out on his face.
“Gwen?” he asked with his heart pounding faster as he turned around to face her.
“Happy birthday, Sir Lancelot,” she said, smiling, amused by his surprise, then she stood on her tiptoes and pressed a light kiss on his lips.
Her heart skipped a beat when he wrapped his arms around her and pulling her closer, he returned the kiss. Running a hand up on her back, he cupped her face, softly brushing his thumb against her cheek.
“How did you know that?” he asked, when they lips parted. He hadn’t celebrated his birthday for a since the death of his parents. He learned that this day was like any other. However, the fact that Gwen knew about it and remembered it warmed his heart.
“You told me once,” she answered, stepping out of his arms then she picked up something from one of the chairs. Something wrapped into brown paper - a present. “This is for you,” she said, handing it to him.
“You shouldn’t have...” he began, lowering his head, but Gwen placed a finger on his lips to shush him.
“Just open it,” she told him with a warm smile.
So he sat down and did what she told him to do. His lips curled up into a smile as he unfolded a white shirt which was obviously made by Gwen herself. There was also a handkerchief with an embroidered griffin on it.
“Thank you Gwen, this is wonderful,” he said, beaming at the woman standing in front of him with a modest smile on her face.
“I’m glad you liked it,” she said with her cheeks bright red and her heart fluttering as she saw how happy he looked.
“I love it,” he assured her, taking her hands and Gwen giggled as he pulled her into his lap. “I love it,” he repeated, then he kissed her; first slowly and gently, and as she leaned into it, sliding her arms around his neck, he made it more passionate.
When their lips touched, Gwen found it hard to breathe, like every time he kissed him. Her heart started to race as he raised a hand to cup her cheek, then she traced his fingers down her neck, making her shiver a little. Then he suddenly pulled away, leaving Gwen with a surprised gasp on her lips. Opening her eyes she saw Lancelot gazing at her, his eyes wide with astonishment and desire.
“Have I seen this on you before?” he wondered with a small smile forming in the corner of his mouth.
Gwen returned his smile, blushing slightly and she shook her head. She was wearing a white dressing gown with small embroidered flowers on its neckline and cuffs. It suited her perfectly, Lancelot stated in thoughts, admiring her beauty.
“You look wonderful in it,” he told her, unable to look at anything else in the room. Only her.
“Thank you,” Gwen said with a small nod, while the butterflies were waking up in her stomach. “It was a present from the Lady Morgana,” she told him, as she - led by a sudden idea -, shifted out of his lap and stood in front of him, so he could have a better view. He saw him swallow thickly and she couldn’t hide her smile. She wasn’t expecting such reaction from him, but it excited her, turning her cheeks red again and making the butterflies crazy in her stomach.
Suddenly, she had an idea. She shivered a bit at the thought, biting on her lower lip to hold back a giggle as it hit her. Originally, she didn’t have any plans with the dressing gown; she had just put it on to wear something different.
“I’ve thought I will never wear it,” she admitted, as she spun around for him, smiling shyly.
“Why?” Lancelot asked, getting up from the chair.
“I don’t wear gowns. Anyways, this isn’t something you put on every day when you’re alone at home.” By the time she had said this, he was already next to her, with an arm around her waist, pulling her close to himself.
“Maybe it’s time to start it,” he teased her, gently stroking her arm.
Gwen chuckled, shaking her head, then she put both hands on his chest and she stretched herself to kiss him. She heard his breathing quicken when she slid her hands down to his belt and utied it, letting it fall onto the floor. He let her break the kiss, so she could take the shirt off him, although they were still standing so close to each other that their noses almost touched. Gwen’s eyes widened with desire as the brown shirt ended up on the floor right next to the belt and she could let her gaze dwell on his bare torso. Lancelot’s throat ran dry as he saw how she was looking at him, filling his body and soul with warmth. Leaning his forehead against hers, he closed his eyes, while her fingers were tracing across his chest and his arms, outlining his muscles and scars. Then he cupped her face with both hands and kissed her. She let out a pleased sigh, returning the kiss as he ran his fingers down her neck, her shoulders and her arms, until he reached her waist, looking for the knot of her belt. However, when he tried to untie it, Gwen pulled away.
A wave of guilt ran through him and he opened his mouth to apologise, but before he could have said something, Gwen shook her head with a playful smile on her lips.
“Not yet,” she said, almost whispering, then her smile grew wider seeing his surprise. “Lie down on the bed,” she told him. “I will be there in a minute.
She stood by the table, watching Lancelot taking off his boots, sitting on the edge of the bed. Lying down, his heart was racing and he wondered what would happen next. Honestly, Gwen wondered the same thing, too. She had never done such thing before and she wasn’t sure how to do it. Well, slowly taking off her clothes, but wasn’t there any specific order in the moves?
Her heart skipped a beat when she felt Lancelot’s eyes on herself, filled with a strong want and curiosity. She took a deep breath and she felt her cheeks flush as she moved her hands to the knot of her belt and slowly started to untie it. Her stomach jump when she heard Lancelot sucking in a breath. It seemed her plan was working. With a shy smile on her face, she let the belt down on the floor then looked at Lancelot, who was still lying on the bed, not taking his eyes off her.
After taking off the belt, the gown opened a little, but not as much to reveal anything. She could hear the beating of her own heart as she began to slide the white fabric off her shoulder, letting her brown skin show. Lancelot found it hard to breathe watching Gwen slowly taking off her gown, inch by inch with a modest smile on her lips, driving him crazy with desire. He felt the urge to get up already and take her into his arms to kiss her, to hold her, to make love to her. However, he was too stunned by her beauty to move, so he just stayed there, lying on the bed watching her, admiring her.
His eyes were like flames on her bare skin, setting her on fire. The tension between them filled the air, making the blood rush in her veins. Taking a step towards the bed, she let the gown fall onto the floor. Her face flushed, noticing Lancelot swallow thickly, as he looked at her from head to toe, admiration mixed with desire beaming in her eyes, sending a shiver down on her spine. Despite the growing urge to run to him, she slowly walked to the bed, teasing him with a playful look in her eyes. Although her cheeks were still red as she wasn’t used to walking around naked. However, seeing Lancelot’s reaction, perhaps she should consider doing it more often.
Lancelot had already sat up when she climbed onto the bed, and when she reached him, she pulled her into his arms, capturing her mouth in a long, passionate kiss. Lying down next to him, she returned the kiss, running a hand through his hair, placing the other one on is chest. He held her close to himself, pressing her naked body to his. Gwen’s stomach jumped when he deepened the kiss, tracing his fingers on her soft skin, giving her goosebumps. Then she broke the kiss and turned him on his back. Lancelot went breathless and his heart started racing as Gwen looked down at him - her eyes were almost black with desire. Locking his gaze with hers, he licked his lips, wondering what she would do next. He hadn’t seen her taking charge like this before, but it definitely aroused him.
When Gwen leaned forward, he lifted his head to kiss her, cupping her face with a hand. Burying her fingers into his thick, dark hair, she kissed him back, then after a short while she moved her lips downwards, pressing them on his jawline. Hearing his pleased groan, she smiled against his skin. While he was stroking he back, she kissed her way down on his neck. His hands were in her hair as her lips were wandering on his chest, making his heart race. He forgot how to breathe when she untied the laces of her trousers and she pulled them off along with his underwear. He was already hard by now, longing for her touch, and she groaned again when she took his length into her hands, stroking it gently, building the tension inside him. Her strokes and caresses left him out of breath, pushing him towards the edge, making him squirm and her more and more aroused.
Then all of a sudden she let him go. “Gwen,” he mumbled, gasping for air. Hearing her name, her heartbeat increased and her stomach jumped at the thought of what she was about to do. She had never done this before, or at least not this way. Leaning forward, she kissed him softly, letting him run his fingers through her dark curls before she pulled away and positioned herself above him. Biting on her lower lip she took him into his hands, leading him inside her. They both gasped for breath with a hammering heart as she leaned forward and kissed him, slowly starting to move her hips up and down. He moaned into her mouth, cupping her face with one hand and running the other one down on her bare arm.
Pulling away, Gwen gently tugged on Lancelot’s lower lip as he traced his fingers across her neck, her back, her side, her thighs, caressing her soft skin that looked like bronze in the candlelight. Seeing his eyes sparkling with passion, her breathing quickened and she began to move faster with small moans escaping from her lips as waves of pleasure ran through her body. She was so close to the edge now: her heart was almost jumped out of her chest, when he suddenly sat up, wrapping his arms around her, capturing her mouth with his own. Her fingers swept through his hair as she returned the kiss, then she leaned her head back letting his lips trail down on her neck, while her hips were still in motion. However, she stopped when their bodies strained against each other as they came together, reaching the top of the wall. He buried his face into her neck, pulling his arms tighter around her body trembling with pleasure. They were both catching their breaths.
Once he stopped panting, Lancelot gently laid Gwen back on the bed, sliding out of her, then he kissed her. She smiled up at him with the afterglow of their passion shining on her face. His lips curled into a smile and his heart filled with joy, spreading out warmth in his body and soul. No-one had ever made him feel like this. He opened his mouth to tell her how much he loved her, but he couldn’t find the words for it. There were no words for this overwhelming happiness inside him which was so intense that it even hurt.
Yet Gwen noticed and understood it. He could tell it from her smile growing wider and her eyes tearing up. She felt the same for him. Cupping his face, she pulled him down for a long, gentle kiss, telling him how much she loved him without words.
“Where are you going?” she asked when he pulled away from her and got up from the bed.
“To blow out the candles,” he answered, throwing a glance at the table where the candles were still burning and so they did on the nightstand, too.
“Don’t forget to make a wish,” she teased him, watching him walk through the room.
And as darkness took over his chambers, Lancelot did make a wish.