100 Fantasies Challenge: #36 Fic:Still Of The Moment
Title: Still Of The Moment
Characters/Pairings: Arthur/Gwen
Rating/Warnings: G
Spoilers: Nope.
Disclaimer: I own nothing
Summary: A quite moment
Word Count: 507
Author’s notes: This was written for the 100 fantasies challenge hosted by camelot_love The prompt was: Back rubs
Comments are much loved.
When the day has been rough and unforgiving all he wants is her embrace. The circular movement of her hands rubbing into his skin, working out the knots brings him comfort. Her words ringing all around, echoing through the halls of his heart, like a melody meant only for him. Each syllable will rid his mind of negative thoughts, filling it up with only her.
She stands behind him brushing her hands softly over his skin, tracing lines of relief as she works her way down and then back up again. She chats away relaying her day to him, the chores, the gossip, every so often pausing as she comes across a tightness that requires her full attention. She’s often asked why he doesn’t lay on the bed while she carries out this action of affection. Why he insists that they sit in front of the mirror. What she fails to realise is it’s not just the touch that soothes him, that watching her calms him just as much, maybe more.
He loves watching her face as she chatters away, the way her lips move in a hypnotising dance. The roll of the brown eyes when she speaks of a piece of gossip she finds particularly amusing. The way she drags her bottom lip into her mouth with her teeth and scrunches up her eyes as she concentrates. Each little stroke she does causes him to relax, letting go of the day’s events and covering him in a silence. The wistful smile she throws him when she catches him watching her, the blush that rises to her cheeks makes him yearn for more contact. He adores the way she stops, her words trailing off as she stares at his refection.
The caresses will stop then, her hands coming to a stand still on his shoulders. Each time they do this, it ends the same way. Their eyes will remain staring at each other’s refection, absorb in the smallest of details. He will reach up and enclose his creamy hand over her dark one, dragging it to his lips. Next he’ll trace them over each knuckle, softly inhaling her scent as he does so. He cannot find the words to describe her scent; it’s a mix of everything really. She smells like…like Gwen, like hope.
Her face will glow with content and the smile will broaden across her features. Her chocolate pools will ripple softly and brightly, dazzling him with a look he knows all to well. A look that makes his body ache. In one swift movement he’ll stand, keeping her hand tightly in his and draw her into him, colliding their bodies and lips in a rough yet tender movement. When their lungs force them to break apart for air she will look up at him, her black lashes softly fluttering and she resists the urge to capture his lips once more for a little longer. Long enough to whisper, her voice low and thick the best words Arthur’s heard all day.
“Let’s go to bed.”