Gentle Pressure
Written for a prompt on "Pendragon's-Kink".
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Gwen whimpers slightly, touching the area around the wound.
“Don’t touch that area.” Arthur reprimands gently, removing Gwen’s hand and placing it at her side. She watches as he dips a towel in the water. Her hands form into a tight fist as he places the towel on the wound. Gwen releases a light hiss and Arthur’s free hand grabs Gwen’s tight fist.
“Sorry.” Arthur whispers, leaning forward to kiss Gwen on her head.
“It’s okay.”
Arthur’s grip doesn’t loosen on Gwen’s hand as Arthur continues to clean the wound.
“…Why didn’t you call Gaius up to clean my wound?” Gwen asks after some time.
Arthur pauses in dressing the wound.
“Because you’re my wife, and I want to take care of you myself.”
Gwen smiles and places her hand on Arthur’s cheek. Arthur holds her hand there.
“I would love to hold your hand like this, but I still have to finish dressing your wound.” Gwen smiles and slowly slides her hand off Arthur’s face. Arthur keeps eye contract on Gwen as he wraps the cloth gently around her wound.
Gwen sighs, and carefully sits up, not placing any pressure on her wounded. Arthur sits back and watches as Gwen inspects Arthur’s handiwork.
“Are you satisfied, my lady?”
Gwen looks up, and smiles slyly.
“Not quite satisfied, my lord.”
Arthur raises an eyebrow, and leans forward.
“No?”
Gwen leans forward and presses her lips to Arthur’s.
“Now I am.”
“But I’m not.” A giggle escapes from Gwen’s mouth as Arthur leans forward and encases her in his arms, kissing her forehead, her cheek, her neck.
“Maybe I should let you take care of me from now on.”
Arthur pauses. “That sounds lovely, but I’d rather you didn’t keep getting such serious wounds.”
Gwen smiles, and starts kissing him.
“Anything you say, Arthur.”
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Hope you enjoyed it!
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Gwen whimpers slightly, touching the area around the wound.
“Don’t touch that area.” Arthur reprimands gently, removing Gwen’s hand and placing it at her side. She watches as he dips a towel in the water. Her hands form into a tight fist as he places the towel on the wound. Gwen releases a light hiss and Arthur’s free hand grabs Gwen’s tight fist.
“Sorry.” Arthur whispers, leaning forward to kiss Gwen on her head.
“It’s okay.”
Arthur’s grip doesn’t loosen on Gwen’s hand as Arthur continues to clean the wound.
“…Why didn’t you call Gaius up to clean my wound?” Gwen asks after some time.
Arthur pauses in dressing the wound.
“Because you’re my wife, and I want to take care of you myself.”
Gwen smiles and places her hand on Arthur’s cheek. Arthur holds her hand there.
“I would love to hold your hand like this, but I still have to finish dressing your wound.” Gwen smiles and slowly slides her hand off Arthur’s face. Arthur keeps eye contract on Gwen as he wraps the cloth gently around her wound.
Gwen sighs, and carefully sits up, not placing any pressure on her wounded. Arthur sits back and watches as Gwen inspects Arthur’s handiwork.
“Are you satisfied, my lady?”
Gwen looks up, and smiles slyly.
“Not quite satisfied, my lord.”
Arthur raises an eyebrow, and leans forward.
“No?”
Gwen leans forward and presses her lips to Arthur’s.
“Now I am.”
“But I’m not.” A giggle escapes from Gwen’s mouth as Arthur leans forward and encases her in his arms, kissing her forehead, her cheek, her neck.
“Maybe I should let you take care of me from now on.”
Arthur pauses. “That sounds lovely, but I’d rather you didn’t keep getting such serious wounds.”
Gwen smiles, and starts kissing him.
“Anything you say, Arthur.”
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Hope you enjoyed it!