Fic: Kismet (1/?)
Title: Kismet (1/?)
Characters/Pairing: Arthur, Guinevere
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Length: 990
Notes: An original fic that is my take on the King Arthur/Guinevere/Lancelot tale. Feedback is most welcome. Many thanks and chocolate covered cookies for my beta,
fredbassett
Guinevere stood at the very edge of the dancing couples. She didn't like dancing and she didn't want to be here, but when the future king of Britain invites you, you don't say no. Arthur was much more handsome in person, as she had discovered the week before. She had attended a jousting tournament with one of her friends when she caught sight of the future king. He was handsome, in a rugged sort of way and she hadn't been able to keep her eyes off him the entire day. So imagine her surprise when, after defeating his opponent, he'd started walking towards her, then past her to another woman. She'd almost been disappointed...almost.
"You look bored," came a voice from behind her, dragging her back from her recollections.
"A bit," she answered as she turned, coming face to face with Arthur. "Oh, my Lord, I....I'm sorry...I," Her face turned bright red as she stuttered and attempted to curtsy.
Arthur laughed, "It's alright." She smiled nervously, staring into his deep brown eyes. "The whole evening's been a bit of a bore actually," he said returning her stare, "The only reason I haven't gone completely insane is because of you."
"Me?" she asked, watching as he smiled shyly.
He nodded, "It's just that..."
"What, my Lord?"
"It's just that...the only reason I had this party was so I could see you," His face reddened a bit.
Guinevere was speechless. All she could do was stare at him. Arthur reached down, took her hand and brought it up to his lips, kissing it softly.
"Dance with me," he asked, eyes twinkling. She shook her head and began to speak, stopping when his finger pressed gently against her lips. "Please don't say no."
She swallowed hard and nodded, "If my Lord wishes it."
Arthur smiled brightly, leading her to the middle of the floor. He twirled her around amongst the shocked couples, their eyes focused only on each other, his arms around her waist and her arms tangled around his neck. She smiled and laughed. He really wasn't a good dancer, but she loved the effort he was making. They seemed to be having more fun than the other couples, who continued to stare at them. He dipped her, making her giggle, then brought her up slowly until his lips were mere inches from hers, their breaths mingling. She closed her eyes, waiting for him to kiss her.
"Will you walk with me in the garden, away from all these people," he whispered breathlessly.
She nodded, opening her eyes, "Yes," she whispered back. He took her hand and guided her through the crowd. They walked down a short corridor that led to a set of double doors. He turned back to smile at her as he pushed one of the heavy wooden doors open. They stepped out into the garden. It took Guinevere's breath away. She inhaled the scents of lavender, roses, and jasmine, as well as a few others she couldn't identify.
"It's beautiful my Lord," she said turning to look at Arthur.
"I like to come here sometimes, when I need to be alone,"
"I can see why. It's very peaceful, my Lord," she replied, taking his hand again as they went down the stone walkway. He stopped, picking a red rose and making sure it was free of thorns before putting it just behind her ear.
"Please. Call me Arthur,"
"Thank you, Arthur," she said, a grin spreading across her lips.
"Guinevere, I want to apologise for my behavior last week at the tournament,"
She looked at him, puzzled, "What do you mean?"
"I saw you in the crowd just before the tournament began. I watched you the entire day, intending on introducing myself once I'd competed. But when that time came, as I was walking towards you, I panicked."
"So that's why you walked past me, to the other woman?"
"Yes. I was angry at myself. That's why I threw the party tonight, as an excuse to get you here, so I could finally meet you," he replied, moving closer to her.
"But why me? There are plenty of other, more beautiful women in the kingdom," she said, trying to hide the fact that she was blushing.
He leaned forward so that his face was only inches from hers and brought a hand up to touch her cheek, "I don't want another woman, Guinevere, I want you."
"Arthur...." was all she managed before she heard someone clearing their throat. She and Arthur turned to face the knight who stood framed in the doorway.
"My Lord...." the knight said, eyeing the couple carefully.
"Excuse me," Arthur said, walking towards the door. The knight bowed then whispered something to Arthur, who shook his head before turning to look at Guinevere, who gave him a smile. He stared at her for a moment, before turning back to the knight and whispering to him. The knight nodded, giving Guinevere at a quick look before bowing again and leaving.
Arthur walked back towards her, "I'm so sorry, but something has come up that needs my attention. I must go." He stopped and took her hand.
Guinevere nodded, "I understand. I will take my...." But before she could finish, Arthur leaned forward, pressing his lips gently against hers. She inhaled sharply as she felt Arthur's arms wrap around her waist and pull her against him. Her arms went to his shoulders, then wrapped themselves around his neck, her fingers tangling in his hair as his tongue pushed past her lips. She moaned into his mouth as he pressed himself into her, feeling his hardening erection against her hip.
She made a noise as his lips pulled away from hers, "Will you come to see me tomorrow?" he whispered against her lips.
"Yes," she replied breathlessly, "I will come to see you every day."
He grinned, "I will look forward to our meetings," he pressed a kiss to her forehead before untangling himself from her and bowed, "Tomorrow then," he said before heading back into the castle.
Guinevere stood in the garden watching him go, grinning like the Court Fool.
Characters/Pairing: Arthur, Guinevere
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Length: 990
Notes: An original fic that is my take on the King Arthur/Guinevere/Lancelot tale. Feedback is most welcome. Many thanks and chocolate covered cookies for my beta,
fredbassett
Guinevere stood at the very edge of the dancing couples. She didn't like dancing and she didn't want to be here, but when the future king of Britain invites you, you don't say no. Arthur was much more handsome in person, as she had discovered the week before. She had attended a jousting tournament with one of her friends when she caught sight of the future king. He was handsome, in a rugged sort of way and she hadn't been able to keep her eyes off him the entire day. So imagine her surprise when, after defeating his opponent, he'd started walking towards her, then past her to another woman. She'd almost been disappointed...almost.
"You look bored," came a voice from behind her, dragging her back from her recollections.
"A bit," she answered as she turned, coming face to face with Arthur. "Oh, my Lord, I....I'm sorry...I," Her face turned bright red as she stuttered and attempted to curtsy.
Arthur laughed, "It's alright." She smiled nervously, staring into his deep brown eyes. "The whole evening's been a bit of a bore actually," he said returning her stare, "The only reason I haven't gone completely insane is because of you."
"Me?" she asked, watching as he smiled shyly.
He nodded, "It's just that..."
"What, my Lord?"
"It's just that...the only reason I had this party was so I could see you," His face reddened a bit.
Guinevere was speechless. All she could do was stare at him. Arthur reached down, took her hand and brought it up to his lips, kissing it softly.
"Dance with me," he asked, eyes twinkling. She shook her head and began to speak, stopping when his finger pressed gently against her lips. "Please don't say no."
She swallowed hard and nodded, "If my Lord wishes it."
Arthur smiled brightly, leading her to the middle of the floor. He twirled her around amongst the shocked couples, their eyes focused only on each other, his arms around her waist and her arms tangled around his neck. She smiled and laughed. He really wasn't a good dancer, but she loved the effort he was making. They seemed to be having more fun than the other couples, who continued to stare at them. He dipped her, making her giggle, then brought her up slowly until his lips were mere inches from hers, their breaths mingling. She closed her eyes, waiting for him to kiss her.
"Will you walk with me in the garden, away from all these people," he whispered breathlessly.
She nodded, opening her eyes, "Yes," she whispered back. He took her hand and guided her through the crowd. They walked down a short corridor that led to a set of double doors. He turned back to smile at her as he pushed one of the heavy wooden doors open. They stepped out into the garden. It took Guinevere's breath away. She inhaled the scents of lavender, roses, and jasmine, as well as a few others she couldn't identify.
"It's beautiful my Lord," she said turning to look at Arthur.
"I like to come here sometimes, when I need to be alone,"
"I can see why. It's very peaceful, my Lord," she replied, taking his hand again as they went down the stone walkway. He stopped, picking a red rose and making sure it was free of thorns before putting it just behind her ear.
"Please. Call me Arthur,"
"Thank you, Arthur," she said, a grin spreading across her lips.
"Guinevere, I want to apologise for my behavior last week at the tournament,"
She looked at him, puzzled, "What do you mean?"
"I saw you in the crowd just before the tournament began. I watched you the entire day, intending on introducing myself once I'd competed. But when that time came, as I was walking towards you, I panicked."
"So that's why you walked past me, to the other woman?"
"Yes. I was angry at myself. That's why I threw the party tonight, as an excuse to get you here, so I could finally meet you," he replied, moving closer to her.
"But why me? There are plenty of other, more beautiful women in the kingdom," she said, trying to hide the fact that she was blushing.
He leaned forward so that his face was only inches from hers and brought a hand up to touch her cheek, "I don't want another woman, Guinevere, I want you."
"Arthur...." was all she managed before she heard someone clearing their throat. She and Arthur turned to face the knight who stood framed in the doorway.
"My Lord...." the knight said, eyeing the couple carefully.
"Excuse me," Arthur said, walking towards the door. The knight bowed then whispered something to Arthur, who shook his head before turning to look at Guinevere, who gave him a smile. He stared at her for a moment, before turning back to the knight and whispering to him. The knight nodded, giving Guinevere at a quick look before bowing again and leaving.
Arthur walked back towards her, "I'm so sorry, but something has come up that needs my attention. I must go." He stopped and took her hand.
Guinevere nodded, "I understand. I will take my...." But before she could finish, Arthur leaned forward, pressing his lips gently against hers. She inhaled sharply as she felt Arthur's arms wrap around her waist and pull her against him. Her arms went to his shoulders, then wrapped themselves around his neck, her fingers tangling in his hair as his tongue pushed past her lips. She moaned into his mouth as he pressed himself into her, feeling his hardening erection against her hip.
She made a noise as his lips pulled away from hers, "Will you come to see me tomorrow?" he whispered against her lips.
"Yes," she replied breathlessly, "I will come to see you every day."
He grinned, "I will look forward to our meetings," he pressed a kiss to her forehead before untangling himself from her and bowed, "Tomorrow then," he said before heading back into the castle.
Guinevere stood in the garden watching him go, grinning like the Court Fool.