100 Fantasies Challenge: #44 Fic: What's A Girl To Do?
Title: What’s A Girl To Do?
Characters/Pairings: Arthur/Gwen
Rating/Warnings: PG-13
Spoilers: Nope, zilch.
Disclaimer: I still don’t own anything
Summary: A day dream that gets Gwen a little flustered and an encounter with Arthur that doesn’t help matters ;-) What’s a girl to do??
Word Count: 2,060
Author’s notes: This was written for the 100 fantasies challenge hosted bycamelot_love and is the 3rd one i've written. The prompt was: If you can’t have him have chocolate. Comments would be GREATLY appreciated.
Lips smothered her face leaving wet trails along her jaw, her neck, everywhere. Hands gripped at her hips pushing her hard against the stone wall behind, trapping her in place; before they ran agonisingly slowly up her sides brushing against her ribs causing her to shiver. Her body was pressed securely between the wall and the strapping form in front. Her own arms were slung over the broad shoulders and wrapped around the neck of her captor clinging on for support.
She ran her fingers though the soft hair, grabbing at it when a certain kiss would cause her to go weak in the knees. She would receive a moan of encouragement from the throat of the man’s hair she was tugging at each time she did so. The sound made her heart leap and flutter like a hummingbird’s wings. Her lips searched hungrily for any part of his skin she could reach. Their bodies were flush against each other, not an inch apart. Each movement caused them to rub together and she could feel herself getting more and more frustrated at the garments that were the only obstacle keeping their skin apart.
Her hands snaked their way down to the rim of his shirt slipping under it and onto the skin of his smooth muscular back. She felt the muscles twitch and quiver at her caress and a groan was heard, although whether it was hers or his she didn’t know. She didn’t have time to figure it out though because her mouth was covered with lips that pushed firmly against hers, hungry for the contact. Her own lips reflected his need and using her hands she pulled him closer trying to melt into him. She felt his lips travel to her ear and her heart stopped dead when Arthur whispered, his voice full of lust and desire three syllables.
“Guinevere”
“Gwen.”
“Gwen!”
“Gwen for god’s sake would you stop daydreaming and go get the laundry!”
Gwen jumped and her brown eyes flew open as she heard and saw a basket being thrown down on the table before her. Gwen made no movement; she stayed with her arms crossed on the old wooden table her head resting on the yellow fabric that covered them. She was bewildered by her surroundings.
“Gwen!” her name rang out loud and clear through her ears, so that it shook within her brain. She wondered why the tone was higher than it had been a moment ago and why her name had been shortened to Gwen. Why was he not calling her Guinevere?
“Gwen!” the voice was angry now and realisation suddenly washed over her; it was Alice’s voice.
“Mmm” Gwen slurred confusion plain in her tone. She heard an exasperated sigh as Alice, another maid much older than her, brought her hands up in the air, gestured them about and announced to the ceiling.
“The washing Gwen. You. Need. To. Go. Get. It.” Each word was elongated and said very slowly as if she was talking to a child, a dumb child. She turned to face Gwen. Alice’s frustration could be both seen and heard. Her pale pink lips were tightly pressed together, her eyebrows were raised high and the brown eyes set in her fair skin looked bored as she pointed back and forth between the basket and Gwen before crossing her arms over her chest.
Gwen shook herself from the haze that was surrounding her mind and looked at the basket. She bit her lip as she realised where she was, standing up she picked up the basket and rested it on her hip in the familiar way. She threw a sheepish smile at Alice as she walked to the door.
“Sorry” she mumbled.
Alice shook her head and asked curiously.
“What where you daydreaming about anyway? seemed like it was pretty captivating.”
Gwen felt the blush rise to her cheeks and kept her back to Alice. She hadn’t told anyone about her growing feelings for the prince, how she had fallen desperately in love with him. It was a secret only her heart knew and she wasn’t foolish enough to ever utter the words out loud. She also certainly wasn’t going to reveal the events of her daydream. No the thought of anyone knowing those thoughts made her blush deepen in colour and her eyes dart about studying the chips and cracks in the stone walls.
“Umm nothing really, just umm you know ummm stuff” Gwen garbled moving the basket form one hip to the other as she stuttered over her words trying to keep her voice calm and failing miserably. Alice raised her eyebrows obviously confused by Gwen’s reaction.
“Right, ok then, well you best be getting on then,”
“Uh huh ok then bye Alice.” Gwen hurriedly said before she rushed out the door and down the hall. As she travelled through the long corridors that connect the castle she tried to rid her mind of the notions that had plagued her only moments before and concentrate on the washing she had to collect. Slowly but surely she gathered together all the items needed, until she came to the room in which she dreaded going into. The chambers in which her daydream had taken place in. Arthur’s chambers.
Gwen eyed the door unfavourably, not wishing to cross the threshold. She was nervous as to what she’d fine there. It was irrational of course she wouldn’t find anything in there to be nervous about, just a cupboard, a table, a chair, clothes and sheets that required washing and a bed. Gwen gulped as her mind yet again began to run away with her. Gwen scrunched her eyes up; get a grip she screamed inside her head. Taking a deep breath, shaking off the thoughts and drawing her shoulders back she opened the door and entered.
Cautiously she scanned the room, looking at it warily as if some monster was about to jump out and tear her to pieces. With a sense of urgency she glided across the room grabbing at the things, not allowing her self to focus of the items of clothing she was picking up. Refusing to let herself get caught up in her imagination again. When she reached the bed she scrabbled at the sheets, ripping them from the bed and shoving them in the basket before she had time to process what it was she was doing.
Instead she hummed in her head, random nothingness, thinking about anything else, other than the one thing she wanted to think about. The only problem was everything she thought about found away to link back to Arthur. It was insufferable but soon she had all the washing piled up. She had just grabbed the basket and was about to make her way out of the room when Arthur came round the corner, shirtless.
Gwen’s eyes popped out of her head, her face flushed and the blush on her cheeks reddened. Her breath had completely abandoned her and her mind was working over time. Oh god she thought, it just wasn’t fair. There was definitely someone up above who was out to get her. She tried to contain her emotions and keep her heart from bouncing right out of her chest as she heard him say quite casually.
“Oh Guinevere thank goodness you here.”
Gwen’s breath caught in her throat as she stared at man who had been haunting her day and night. She could see every muscle of his arms, his torso. How they moved as he walked into the room. She could hear and feel each step he made. The sound ran through her body like an earthquake tearing her open and releasing her soul. She made a small sound that was meant to come out as an mmm but came out more like a high pitched speak. Arthur didn’t seem to notice though as he made his way towards her waving a shirt about that was covered in food and wine stains. Gwen let out a silent prayer of thanks. She was embarrassed enough as it was without adding to the mortification.
“My idiot servant managed to cover me in food and drink when I went to see where the hell he was, could you get it washed for me.” He threw her a small smirk before continuing on his rant, Gwen tried not to giggle insanely at the sight instead keeping her eyes focused on the basket resting on her hip.
“I really do wonder how an earth he’s managed to survive this long without getting himself killed by his own stupidity.”
Arthur stopped as he saw the look on Gwen’s face and the way her eyes were darting everywhere other than on him. Her face was tinted with a blush, a very deep blush.
“Are you quite alright?” he asked, deep penetrating blue lakes searching her face.
Gwen did not trust her voice. It had already failed at an mmm heaven knows what it would do if she actually tried to form words. Instead she just quickly nodded her head trying her best to smile and look at him without turning into a tittering mess.
Arthur raised his eyebrows and looked her up and down obviously not convinced. He was about to say something else but then Merlin came bumbling in. Gwen didn’t hear what he said but whatever it was it sidetracked Arthur from her. He absentmindedly threw the shirt into her basket grabbed a clean one off the back of a chair and walked out the room throwing Gwen one more look and calling a thank you her way. Merlin threw Gwen a quick grin before he darted off after Arthur.
Gwen stood in shock still awed by the sight that had befallen her. She’d stopped breathing when Arthur had begun walking towards her and it was only now that she let out a shaky breath. This was not good she thought. As if she didn’t have enough images of him flashing through her mind already, a shirtless one had just entered the mix. Yep someone out there definitely had it in for her. She scurried away as quickly as she could not wanting to stay still for a second, afraid her mind would conjure up images that would set her ablaze.
When she returned to the servant’s room she’d been in earlier Alice was no where to be seen. Gwen slumped down at the table putting her head in her hands while letting out a massive sigh. She wished she could just banish these imaginations from her head, into oblivion. It wasn’t like she could have him. Gwen groaned with the thought. She knew she couldn’t have him so why did she even bother to harbour…ideas about the two of them, it was madness. Utter madness.
Another sigh escaped her lips and she ran her hands over her face trying to bring some sort of normality back to her mind and body. Well she thought if she couldn’t have him what was she going to have?
Nothing.
Nothing could match him; he was too…too perfect. Gwen searched her brain for anything that would dull the ache she had inside of her.
An idea popped into Gwen’s mind after what seemed an age and she leapt up from the table. Dragging the small wooden stall in the corner of the room she placed it in front of the higher cupboards. Climbing on top of the stool she stretched her arm over the cupboard searching for what she knew would be there. She groped around for a while but still nothing. “Come on,” she spoke out loud, “come on I know you’re here.”
Leaning up on her tip toes her fingers fumbled around some more until finally they came across what they were looking for. With a triumphant yell she jumped down off the stool, a satisfied smile plastered on her features. In her right hand she held a cloth that was full of something. Sitting back on the table she unwrapped the item, drawing back the cloth to reveal blocks of a dark brown substance. Smiling Gwen broke off a small piece and popped it in her mouth, letting out a contented sigh as the piece began to melt in a heavenly manner. Well, she thought if you can’t have Arthur, have chocolate.