A/N: Just a quick thank you to my anonymous reviewers, katie (I'm glad you loved it!) and Starts with a D (scariness indeed) :)
EDIT: to clear things up... This drabble is my take on Gwencelot. Hope it makes sense now!
Anyone have any requests for a particular couple they might like to see next?
They would nod as she glided one way, he strode the other.
Arthur saw these furtive glances pursued every feast and festival, the air between them growing heavy with unspoken whispers.
She would innocently kiss his cheek; awkward, blushing.
Arthur saw the kisses flutter down across his jaw and neck.
Hands would brush during a dance, before moving on.
Arthur saw fingers intertwining, grasping, locked and never letting go.
False images flashing across unsleeping eyelids; he twitched and sweated, impossible to hold; leaving his wife curled around her knees in confusion, wondering what she had done to offend.