After Gwen is freed from the enchantment - Arthur realizes that he has a hard time returning to their previous sexual encounters, when he had so much fun with the 'evil Gwen' in the bedroom and he feels guilty/shamed that he didn't realize that it wasn't her all along.
"You're sure?" Arthur asks, sitting beside her on their bed. It's been two weeks since Guinevere returned to herself, and just over two weeks since they've done something other than sleep in their bed.
Gwen nods. "I'm sure. I want this, Arthur."
My Guinevere, so sweet. I'm going to miss the passionate vixen that she was when…
Wait, WHAT?
"Arthur?"
"Hmm?"
"Are you all right? You look pale."
"Oh, I'm fine. More than fine," he says, crawling over towards her on the bed, dropping himself carefully over her, kissing her lips once, twice, before resting his head on her chest.
Does she remember any of it? Any of the… things… we did?
"Arthur, is something distracting you?" she asks. "What is troubling you, my love?" She runs her fingers through his hair.
"I'm just worried for you," he says. It's near enough to the truth. "The last time… times we did this you were under Morgana's enchantment."
"And I am sorry for that," she says. "I feel terrible that she made me feel like I didn't love you."
"Guinevere," he sighs, "it was not your fault. If anyone should be apologizing, it should be me." He turns his head against her chest, hiding his face.
"Whatever for?"
"For not realizing you were not yourself," he admits.
"Morgana is very smart, Arthur, I am sure that she was very careful about that."
"How much do you remember?"
"Arthur, I don't really want to talk about this right now. I don't really want to talk about anything right now," she says pointedly.
"I know. But…"
"But something is troubling you about the two of us during that time."
She feels him nod against her. "I should have known something was wrong. Well, different. You were different."
"I was?"
"That's kind of why I need to know how much you remember."
"Not much. Flashes. Somehow I don't think I want to know exactly what happened. How was I different?"
"You were much… bolder… in our marriage bed."
"Bolder?"
He nods again.
"What did I do?" she whispers.
"You really want me to tell you?" he lifts his head now.
"I don't know. I'm trying to understand why you're upset."
"Because I was too busy enjoying myself that I didn't realize that you weren't YOU!" he groans, finally spitting it out. "It was really, really good, and now I feel really, really bad!" He flops on his back, away from her.
Gwen's mind is reeling. What did I do? "Do you want me to be… bolder… in bed?" she asks quietly.
"Guinevere, I want you to be however you want to be." He reaches over and takes her hand.
Gwen is quiet. She is contemplating her next words, her next actions. Steeling her nerve, she rolls over to Arthur and leans up to kiss his neck.
"I've often… thought about being a bit… braver. More forward."
Arthur's eyes grow wide. "You have?"
She blushes and nods.
"Why didn't you?"
"Well, you're the king. You're the man in charge, so I thought you might not like…"
"Guinevere," he says, pulling her over him so she is sitting on him, straddling his stomach. He shoves his hands under her nightdress, sliding his palms on her thighs. "I have to be the one in control all the time. It gets very… tiresome. There are times…" his hands move higher, "times where I would love to give up control. To have someone else tell me what to do." His hands snake around and come to rest on her backside, caressing the skin there, squeezing lightly.
"Really?" her voice is almost a squeak. His hands are reducing her ability to think. Her hands come to rest on his bare chest, tracing small patterns in his chest hair.
"Mmm-hmm," he nods. "That enchantment, amid the other things it did, must have lowered your inhibitions. It would have had to have, come to think of it… kind of like being drunk, in a way…"
"I can't say I've ever been drunk," Gwen says. She lifts her arms now as Arthur is pulling her nightdress up and up, finally lifting it over her head.
"Really?" now it is his turn to ask.
"Never happened," she shrugs, and his eyes immediately drop to her breasts, watching their slight bounce.
"Do you want me to tell you?" he asks, his hands now covering her breasts.
"No," Gwen whispers, "I'd rather not be clouded by what… False Me did."
"Fair enough," he says with a nod and a gentle squeeze.
She scoots back, lower, down his legs, and proceeds to remove his trousers. On her way back up, she makes a detour.
"Guinevere!"
