A/N- So 'eh I thought I'd have an Exile update by now, but per usual its taken me longer than expected ugh. Anyway enjoy this tale.
prompt: Medieval AU: Gwen works at a tavern outside of Camelot. Arthur the prince secretly visits once a week. They do clandestine things in the back room/closet. {smut}
Outside the Tavern, Arthur & Guinevere, rating M
Guinevere pushed up unto her toe-tips and pressed back against Arthur. She wanted, needed him deeper.
"Ohhh-" he caught her chin, tilting her head back to capture her lips and silence her with a kiss before she could give them away. She pushed back against him, forcing his hot hard length deeper inside, so that he could grind against all those sweet little spots. Gwen threw her head back as the pleasure building inside intensified beyond all measure, all thought. His hand came down over her mouth as she gripped the back room shelves causing them to rock slightly as Arthur thrust into her.
"Gwen- God-" the words were whispered into her into her ear a warm puff of clove scented breath against her cheek.
"Arth-" She bit down on his finger as she came and her body arched and writhed of its accord, knocking them into the shelves spilling dried herbs everywhere.
He stuck around to help her clear up the mess and since her brother was away when he asked to stay the night, to sleep with her in her bed she let him.
Arthur let Gwen push him down amidst sacks of grain, flour and who knew what. He had to be back in Camelot soon, but God he didn't want to go. She slid down on him hot, tight, slick, still quivering from the pleasure he'd given her moments ago.
No one here in Mercia knew him by sight and he'd been enjoying running the tavern with her as if he were just a commoner, selling mead, making love to Gwen at every opportunity, playing cards and dice with the locals and pretending for just a few days that this was their life.
She started to move atop him, her brown breast bouncing as she arched her back pressing against his length deep inside. He met her movements thrust for arch and pushed up onto his elbows to capture a dark nipple with his mouth. Gwen moaned and threaded her fingers through his hair. God he loved this!
"So perhaps one day I can convince you to come to Camelot?"
"Perhaps," she leant against the bar and smiled up at him. "I have a tavern here. What would I have there?"
"Me."
She arched one eyebrow.
"And how would we live?"
"I'm sure we'll think of something," Arthur grinned.
Looking into his sea blue eyes she believed him for just a moment. They hadn't just fucked and worked these past few days, they had talked and though he had visited before and they had talked before she was starting to realize that he was someone important. He unlike most men listened to her when she talked about things like knights and nobleman and what countries needed.
"I'm going to think about what you said Guinevere," he said when she didn't say anything. "It's no good to give weapons to cruel and dishonest men while leaving the kind and honest ones with no means of defense. That's wise, sound counsel only a fool would ignore it."
She felt herself grow warm from the compliment, from the sincerity in his eyes. She could hear her beauty praised over and over again, but it didn't reach her the way that had. Perhaps there truly was some other life for her, for them, in Camelot
"Thank you Arthur," she laid her hand on his and he leaned forward for a good-bye kiss.
Later she would find the copper coins she'd insisted he take as payment for his work in the pocket of her apron along with a piece of silver, a piece of gold, and a note insisting he didn't need it. She would think over his suggestion that a life outside of the tavern, a life with him was possible.
-End Tale 8
