Gwen was filled with longing for Arthur. He had been away almost two months now, and she could hardly stand it. Every time he left, no matter how insignificant the reason, it affected Gwen more than anyone else in the kingdom. And not just because she was worried for his safety. Of course, that was part of it, but Gwen knew Arthur and trusted him to always come back to her.
No, what caused her the most dissatisfaction was the fact that, whenever Arthur was away, she had to go to bed by herself, without the joy of experiencing her husband's love first.
The only thing that kept her sane was her anticipation for his return. Understandably, their separation was as hard on Arthur as it was on Gwen. She knew that, as soon as he returned, he would be filled with as much passion and longing as she. Gwen looked forward to the night he returned, when they would make up for all the nights they had lost together.
Gwen was sitting in the main hall when a most welcome face barged in through the doors. It was Merlin. Her heart raced; if Merlin was back, that meant Arthur was also back. She almost sprinted out of the hall to greet her husband as he arrived.
"I suppose we won't be seeing either of them again today," Merlin mumbled under his breath.
Arthur was just coming through the gates of Camelot when Gwen arrived at the scene. He quickly dismounted his horse and met Gwen, sweeping her up with a flurry of kisses. She jumped in his arms, and Arthur carried her into the castle. All the knights, especially Elyan, groaned loudly at their king's displays of affection. It's not that they didn't like Gwen. They just didn't want to see everything that their king did with his wife.
Arthur had barely made it to his chambers when Gwen pinned him against the door and began fumbling with his belt. As the daughter of a blacksmith, she was very familiar with the workings of armor and had quickly gotten all of Arthur's armor and clothes off. Arthur considered carrying Gwen to the bed, where they could proceed in comfort, but he decided against it. In this type of situation, time was essential.
Arthur reached behind Gwen's back and undid the knots that held her dress. In all the time he had been married to Gwen, he had learned just one thing about dresses, and that was how to get them off quickly. Gwen pressed her naked body against Arthur's, teasing and tempting him. He responded how Gwen had hoped he would – by pressing his lips against Gwen's.
Gwen's hands slowly trailed down Arthur's body, from his shoulders to his chest, to his stomach, to the area where his passion originated. Arthur closed his eyes with pleasure and gave himself to Gwen. She knelt in front of him and began kissing him, fully aware of the feelings she aroused in Arthur and the effects those feelings had on his body.
After a while, Arthur sunk to his knees too, wanting to be able to kiss Gwen, to embrace her. Their lips met wetly, and Arthur's tongue slipped through Gwen's open mouth. Arthur shifted her around so that she was leaning against the door. His hands explored Gwen's sensitive areas. Only one word circled around in Gwen's mind – more. Since the first time they had engaged in this kind of activity, a new kind of thirst had risen in Gwen. She thought she could quench the thirst by loving him more, but it always seemed to intensify her thirst rather than settling it. Still, the thirst was by no means unwelcome, and Gwen in fact loved the feeling of it.
Arthur easily slipped a finger into Gwen, and her body began to move with his rhythm. Gwen grabbed Arthur's hair and pulled, not in protest, but in passion. It soon became clear that they were both ready for the action they had been preparing for. Arthur rearranged himself and slowly penetrated his lover. Though the experience was by no means new to Gwen, she gasped anyway. After almost a year of marriage, Gwen knew her husband's body better than her own. Yet, she couldn't help but stare in awe at the beauty of the man before her. It was still hard for her to comprehend that he was hers, and hers alone.
Arthur's hips picked up speed, and Gwen bit down on her bottom lip to keep from moaning and alerting the entire castle. But as Gwen thought about it, alerting the castle didn't really seem like that bad of an idea. To her, it would be a way to show everyone how close she was to her husband, to prove everyone wrong who had said it could never work out between a king and a servant. The more she considered it, the more she actually hoped that someone would see her and Arthur while engaged in this type of activity and spread word of it around Camelot. She would not be embarrassed; she would be proud.
Gwen could feel herself coming close to her point. Her eyelids fluttered. Arthur's lips brushed her stomach, making her shiver in delight. Arthur was now thrusting himself into her with such passion that the momentum caused her to head to slam into the door loudly, but Gwen didn't mind. She had long since given up hopes of keeping quiet, and she was now screaming with pleasure every time Arthur entered her. She moved with Arthur, intensifying their experience together. Her lips met Arthur's hungrily, forever wanting more. Gwen's moans grew louder and louder as they neared finishing. Arthur was pumping himself into her more ferociously than she could ever remember.
"Arthur," she said, panting and gasping. "Never… leave… me… again," she commanded him between thrusts. And at that point, Arthur was more than happy to agree. The feelings rising in Gwen and Arthur were almost unbearable at that point; Arthur knew they would be done soon. He raced towards that time, almost frenzied.
Finally, with one loud moan, Arthur exploded inside Gwen. He removed himself from her breathlessly. They both sat there for a moment, panting and smiling at each other. Finally, Gwen sprung up and tackled Arthur to the floor, kissing him almost violently. She wrapped her arms tightly around Arthur, lying on top of him and unwilling to let go. They remained there together, locked in tight embrace, resting until they both had the strength to do it again.