Fic: Trip, Gwen/Arthur, G/PG
Title: Trip
Author: kepp0xy
Rating: G (possibly PG)
Characters/Pairing: Gwen/Arthur
Warning: None
Summary: Arthur reflects on the limitations of a relationship held in secret.
Author's Notes: Written for 100 Fantasies hosted by camelot_love, prompt was "Leaving a mark".
He had vowed to himself when he first convinced her to take this chance that he would preserve her honour. After she left him for the day, Arthur would dream that they were married; that society allowed her that joy, bestowed upon him that gift. He dreamt that his mornings were filled with Guinevere's bright smiles and his evenings were met with her warm eyes.
Reality dictated that their love be a short affair; something born of secret meetings and shared glances, small moments filled with incredible affection that would haunt his memory long after he had wed for politics.
And as a result of all those things, he had ensured that when he allowed himself a taste of her skin, he left no mark. That when they indulged in light foreplay which lead nowhere, her nails did not leave lines down his back.
But it was, in fact, her mouth which would out them: Gwen's lips upon his chest, her fingers of one hand interwoven with his, of the other resting tauntingly against his ribcage. Arthur had allowed himself to be lost in her touch, in her scent, in her warmth. He let his mind wander over the sensation of her body resting against his, of her mouth sucking gently at his flesh, of her legs tangling comfortably with his.
With Merlin's warning knock shocking them apart, Arthur scrambled from his bed, grabbing his shirt from the chair over which they'd discarded it as Guinevere smoothed out her hair. He glanced quickly in the mirror, spotted the reddening mark that dictated the shape her lips left in their intimate wake, and he glanced at her with a small and sad smile.
"Overzealous," he teased on his way to the door.
"Delectable," she murmured, passing Merlin with a smile and a blush on her way out.
Author: kepp0xy
Rating: G (possibly PG)
Characters/Pairing: Gwen/Arthur
Warning: None
Summary: Arthur reflects on the limitations of a relationship held in secret.
Author's Notes: Written for 100 Fantasies hosted by camelot_love, prompt was "Leaving a mark".
He had vowed to himself when he first convinced her to take this chance that he would preserve her honour. After she left him for the day, Arthur would dream that they were married; that society allowed her that joy, bestowed upon him that gift. He dreamt that his mornings were filled with Guinevere's bright smiles and his evenings were met with her warm eyes.
Reality dictated that their love be a short affair; something born of secret meetings and shared glances, small moments filled with incredible affection that would haunt his memory long after he had wed for politics.
And as a result of all those things, he had ensured that when he allowed himself a taste of her skin, he left no mark. That when they indulged in light foreplay which lead nowhere, her nails did not leave lines down his back.
But it was, in fact, her mouth which would out them: Gwen's lips upon his chest, her fingers of one hand interwoven with his, of the other resting tauntingly against his ribcage. Arthur had allowed himself to be lost in her touch, in her scent, in her warmth. He let his mind wander over the sensation of her body resting against his, of her mouth sucking gently at his flesh, of her legs tangling comfortably with his.
With Merlin's warning knock shocking them apart, Arthur scrambled from his bed, grabbing his shirt from the chair over which they'd discarded it as Guinevere smoothed out her hair. He glanced quickly in the mirror, spotted the reddening mark that dictated the shape her lips left in their intimate wake, and he glanced at her with a small and sad smile.
"Overzealous," he teased on his way to the door.
"Delectable," she murmured, passing Merlin with a smile and a blush on her way out.