Title: Being Arthur: Tease
Author: sue
Rating: PG
Characters/Pairings: Arthur/Gwen-ish
Spoilers: None
Word count: 600+
Disclaimer: None of the characters are mine. Oh, woe me.
Summary: Arthur can be such a tease.
Tease
'No, not that one.' He didn't even lift his head from the sword he was studying. His callused hand swept over the hilt, the fluid movement only from those who had handled such weapons from a young age.
She clamped on her lips, forcing back the torrents of words that were dying to escape. Her fingers tightened around the soft fabric in retaliation. 'You didn't even look at it, my lord.' There was a hint of accusation lacing her every word but for once, there was no immediate response from him.
'I don't have to,' his eyes were still on the sword and Gwen had the sudden urge to grab the thing from his hand and do something to it. She still hasn't decided on what yet, she was torn between tossing it down the window or smashing him on the head with it.
Gwen had arrived an hour ago, along with that blasted sword after Merlin sent word to her that Arthur had needed that sword urgently. She had rushed back to her father's workshop, took it from her father's bewildered hand and ran back to Merlin. He was nowhere to be found and when she tried to locate him in Arthur's chamber, he wasn't there either. But the Prince is.
And he had been spending the last hour playing with his new toy, in between sending her to pick up something for him to change into. She had been running from his wardrobe, dragging out different shirts that he didn't even look at before he send her for another.
'Guinevere, is it very difficult to find me something to wear?' He finally lifted his head and Gwen held out the shirt he rejected mere minutes ago a little higher, pulling it taut between her hands. Maybe he'll change his mind when he had gotten a good look at it and maybe, just maybe, he'll let her out of her misery.
'What about this one?'
'No, not that one.' His sigh was one of long torment and sweet, even-tempered Gwen had her first taste of what it feels like to teeter on the brink of insanity.
He walked past her and she followed a few steps behind, ever the attentive maid. She was losing her mind, yes, but her body was running on auto pilot now. Arthur threw the door to his cupboard and his blue eyes narrowed at the tall mount of discarded clothing.
'I'll get to it, right after this,' came the timid reply from behind his shoulders and he swallowed the need to laugh.
He glanced at her but didn't say anything for a couple of minutes, wanting to watch her squirm under his intense scrutiny. 'See that you do.' He bent forward and started rummaging through the pile.
'I didn't know which one you want and you have so many to choose from..' the last few words trailed to a silent gasp because he was walking towards her.
'This one.' He held it out to her.
She frowned when she recognized that red shirt. That was the first one she took out, she remembered that perfectly well. Knowing his affinity to that colour, she had grabbed that one first but in between twirling that sword in the air, he must've not seen the way she was flapping his favourite shirt in his face.
'It's quite chilly outside,' he remarked suddenly, sitting down before placing the sword on the table.
Gwen knew one thing, she didn't like that unfamiliar glint she saw in his eyes.
'I'm going to need a jacket as well. Care to help me with that?'
