Title: Let Down Thy Hair
Show: Merlin
Characters/Pairings: Gwen/Arthur
Rating: T for suggestiveness
Word Count: 416
Disclaimer: I obviously don't own, because if I did…let's just say it wouldn't be a "family" show
Summary: The prompt was "Wearing her hair down"
A/N: Written for atomic89's prompt from New Beginnings: a Drabble Fest at thefuturequeen comm on LJ.
The title is a reference to the Rapunzel fairytale, because I was having issues with finding something better to call it.
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Arthur has seen Guinevere's hair in many styles over the years he has known her (or, more honestly, been aware of her existence). She has worn buns and braids, had all of her hair pinned up or just the front strands pulled back and out of her face. But he had never seen all of her hair completely down until their wedding night, after she had carefully taken out all the pins and flowers and small, modest baubles.
His fingers had easily slipped through her hair that night while kissing and making love to her. After – while she lay on her stomach, head resting on her arms, and he on his side next to her – he decided he liked her hair best this way. Messy, unbound and uninhibited. And he was the only one allowed to see her hair like this, as if it belonged to him alone. Seeing iher/i like this was for him alone.
Pensive now, the hand that had rested on the small of her back glided up to rub the end of one curl between two fingers. His hand then tangled back into the hair farther up, his fingers rubbing little circles into her scalp. Guinevere's eyes closed, followed by a low content hum in her throat. Arthur realized, with some amusement, that she actually liked having her hair played with. Although it made sense, once he considered how he, too, enjoyed when her fingers thread deep into his hair oftentimes when they kissed. He had just never thought to do the same to her while she had her hair carefully done up.
He leaned forward and kissed her, Gwen sighing and shifting to lay on her side in response. His mouth moved down, brushing the hair off her neck with his lips just enough so he could better kiss it. And now he could feel the full softness of her hair against his cheeks, inhaling the sweet scent of the flowers she'd worn previously. It was him who then sighed, content in this moment. In his stillness, her hands slithered around his back, rubbing him tenderly and wordlessly asking him to move on top her.
He willingly obeyed, rolling them both into their previous position. Her hair was splayed all over the pillow now, tendrils framing her face like a nimbus as she gazed back at him with an adoration that matched his own. She'd never been more beautiful than right now, her hair let down and her heart wide open.