only in your dreamsglassbombOctober 5 2009, 08:46:59 UTC
Arthur peered around the corner. Satisfying his concerns that there was no one coming and no one to find them in this corridor, he pressed his hands against her waist as if to draw her to him. She was still carrying some folded linens in her arms and they all tumbled to the stone floor at their feet as he touched her.
"My Lord!" she said with some surprise.
"I know I shouldn't be doing this, Guinevere," he said in a low voice, still holding her. "I mean I don't have the right to be doing this when we can't even be friends-"
"If you know that you should not be doing it, then why are you doing it?" she asked him softly.
"I just had to speak with you. For a moment, alone. I dare not even look in your direction most of the time. It's so tiring." He released her waist and instead took one of her hands in his. They were prematurely lined from labor but somehow still soft, he loved them. He pressed his hand around hers, brought it to his lips, kissed it. Her breath went sharp and quick.
"So many other things you have to deal with are tiring, I'm sure, you should be used to it. You're a very tiring person yourself," she said, trying to gain some measure of self-control, but he would not be dissuaded.
"I woke up yesterday morning with your name on my lips. I think Merlin overheard me," he said, her hand still pressed against his mouth. A troubled smile crossed her face, very briefly, and then went.
"That's a pretty phrase my Lord, much prettier than I would expect from you, but I think you know Merlin will keep your secret."
"What I told you was simply the truth. It's not meant to be pretty. You're right, you can't expect many words like that from me." He sighed.
"I have errands to run, my Lord. If you don't mind..." She nodded her head at him slightly and formally.
"I'm sorry. I've made it harder, haven't I?" He dropped her hand and she bent over to pick up the linens. He knelt to help her, but she had them gathered all in her arms before he could do a thing.
"Haven't I?"
Gwen nodded.
"Do you mind if I...make it just a little harder then, if it is already going to be hard?"
Gwen shook her head. He leaned in to kiss her and she turned her cheek to him. He kissed that, then the other, than the top of her head. He took it in her hands. He pressed his lips against her mouth very softly. He stood there for what seemed like a very long time but was probably only moments, and then turned away.
"I am sorry."
(a sexier coda if you want it, lol)
He dreamed about her again that night.
He really hadn't been lying when he told her that he woke up saying her name, though it had been more like a moan. In her dreams she was always hot and ready and waiting, and there were no barriers between them. Naked she would straddle him like he straddled a horse, and he would hold her by the hops and they would go on and on until they could no longer catch their breath and they were both slicked with sweat. Or she would crawl against him like a saint, crawl up against his body and take him, ever so delicately, into her mouth.
He had to go through the day with these memories of her, even though they were just dream memories, twisted up with him, burning hot. He couldn't stop thinking about her, he couldn't stop, there was not a damn thing he could do about it.
Re: only in your dreamssavepurenessOctober 8 2009, 10:02:49 UTC
You twisted mastermind you. You almost, almost make me like the ship. You and your clever codas, you think you can catch me, you think you can beat Sebulba.
"My Lord!" she said with some surprise.
"I know I shouldn't be doing this, Guinevere," he said in a low voice, still holding her. "I mean I don't have the right to be doing this when we can't even be friends-"
"If you know that you should not be doing it, then why are you doing it?" she asked him softly.
"I just had to speak with you. For a moment, alone. I dare not even look in your direction most of the time. It's so tiring." He released her waist and instead took one of her hands in his. They were prematurely lined from labor but somehow still soft, he loved them. He pressed his hand around hers, brought it to his lips, kissed it. Her breath went sharp and quick.
"So many other things you have to deal with are tiring, I'm sure, you should be used to it. You're a very tiring person yourself," she said, trying to gain some measure of self-control, but he would not be dissuaded.
"I woke up yesterday morning with your name on my lips. I think Merlin overheard me," he said, her hand still pressed against his mouth. A troubled smile crossed her face, very briefly, and then went.
"That's a pretty phrase my Lord, much prettier than I would expect from you, but I think you know Merlin will keep your secret."
"What I told you was simply the truth. It's not meant to be pretty. You're right, you can't expect many words like that from me." He sighed.
"I have errands to run, my Lord. If you don't mind..." She nodded her head at him slightly and formally.
"I'm sorry. I've made it harder, haven't I?" He dropped her hand and she bent over to pick up the linens. He knelt to help her, but she had them gathered all in her arms before he could do a thing.
"Haven't I?"
Gwen nodded.
"Do you mind if I...make it just a little harder then, if it is already going to be hard?"
Gwen shook her head. He leaned in to kiss her and she turned her cheek to him. He kissed that, then the other, than the top of her head. He took it in her hands. He pressed his lips against her mouth very softly. He stood there for what seemed like a very long time but was probably only moments, and then turned away.
"I am sorry."
(a sexier coda if you want it, lol)
He dreamed about her again that night.
He really hadn't been lying when he told her that he woke up saying her name, though it had been more like a moan. In her dreams she was always hot and ready and waiting, and there were no barriers between them. Naked she would straddle him like he straddled a horse, and he would hold her by the hops and they would go on and on until they could no longer catch their breath and they were both slicked with sweat. Or she would crawl against him like a saint, crawl up against his body and take him, ever so delicately, into her mouth.
He had to go through the day with these memories of her, even though they were just dream memories, twisted up with him, burning hot. He couldn't stop thinking about her, he couldn't stop, there was not a damn thing he could do about it.
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*slaps self*
I`ll resist. I`ll resist. I`ll resist.
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