A/N: The rating of this chapter has now turned to M.

The day of her wedding had arrived it was supposed to be the day she'd always dreamt of. But instead Gwen was standing in her house with no wedding dress and no flowers. Suddenly there was a knock on the door.

'Daddy!' Llachau called running to the door. Gwen opened the door still in her nightdress but it wasn't Arthur who stood there but Charlotte. Charlotte came in holding a beautiful cream dress shot through with silver.

'We can't be having you get married without a wedding dress, Arthur sent this.'

'Oh it's so beautiful,' Gwen said caressing the fabric.

'Let's get us changed then,' Charlotte said eagerly. Together they got Gwen ready in her beautiful dress and pinned up her hair.

'Mummy you look so beautiful,' Llachau announced.

'Thank you, baby.'

There was another knock on the door and there stood the knights of Camelot and Merlin. 'Knights, knights,' Llachau shouted with excitement.

'Wow, he really does look like Arthur,' said Gwaine.

'These are for you,' Merlin said holding a bouquet of flowers. Gwen took them and couldn't believe how considerate Arthur was being to her and their wedding.

'We are here to escort you, my lady and you my prince,' said Sir Leon and Llachau giggled. They walked together up to the Castle's throne room. They entered the throne room and Gwen gave Llachau a smile as they walked down to where Arthur stood waiting for the both of them.

The vows were exchanged quickly and Arthur kissed her with the promise of what was to come. She could see the desire in his eyes and her heart beat faster at the thought of being back in his bed.

'Mummy?'

Gwen was jerked out of her thoughts by her son. 'Yes, baby?'

'Are we a family now?' Llachau asked.

Arthur bent down and lifted him into his arms, 'Yes, Llachau,' he said. 'We are a family now.'

As soon as the wedding was finished they left for Camelot. They would arrive by nightfall. Gwen and Llachau would ride in a carriage while Arthur rode with his knights. Gwen was looking down at the ring Arthur had placed on her finger. She found it hard to believe that she was now married to him. Three years ago she'd have given anything to wear his ring and yet, looking down at it now, she couldn't but see it as anything other than an empty promise.

Llachau talked non-stop all the way asking Gwen everything from the knights to the castle. Eventually Llachau had fallen asleep and by the time they arrived he was still asleep. Arthur opened the door and carried Llachau into the castle with Gwen.

Llachau opened his eyes and looked around, 'Daddy, is this your house?' he asked looking around wide eyed

'Yes, it is,' Arthur answered. 'But now it is yours and you Mummy's home too.'

'Llachau it's time for bed, Arthur can you please show me where Llachau's room is.'

'But I'm not tired,' Llachau complained. 'I want to look around.'

'You can do that tomorrow, but now-'

'We can look around a bit,' said Arthur overriding Gwen's authority.

Gwen glared at him. Arthur was taking over from her. She was losing her son. She could see how it was going to be. She would be pushed aside while he would indulge Llachau with everything she'd never been able to provide.

'Mummy are you coming,' Arthur returned from their little tour.

'Yes, baby,' Gwen said following Arthur to Llachau's new room. They both tucked Llachau in and returned to their own room which was next door.

'How dare you go over my authority like that,' Gwen rounded on him.

'Keep your voice down,' he commanded.

She glared at him, 'Don't tell me what to do!'

'You will not shout at me and especially not in the hearing of Llachau,' he said in a quiet but commanding tone.

Gwen went past him and started pulling out her clothes from the closet where they'd been neatly put away.

'What do you think you're doing?' he demanded.

'I'm not going to share a room with you. I wish I'd never married you.'

'Put the clothes down, Guinevere,' he commanded.

'You're going to take him away from me, aren't you?' she asked trembling.

'Of course not, you are his mother.'

'I don't believe you,' she said crying, 'you didn't want to marry me you just wanted Llachau that's why you threatened me.'

'I have said a lot of things I'm sorry for,' he said. 'But how else was I get you to do what I wanted.'

'I'm not sure what you're saying…'

'I'm saying the only way I could see to get you to marry me was to give you no choice. I let you down three years ago. I gave you no help and in doing so lost you and my son. I should have been there for you.'

'Arthur what are you saying?'

'I love you, Guinevere,' he said, 'I always have. No matter how much I tried to hate you I couldn't. I loved you too much.'

She looked at him in amazement.

'You still love me?'

'Yes I do.'

'Arthur, I am so happy. I thought I'd be trapped in a loveless marriage. I couldn't bear to have you hate me when I love you so much. I can't hate you anymore,' she said, wrapping her arms around him.

Arthur pulled her closer to bring his mouth down on hers. She tasted him deeply and no longer wanted to resist. It felt like heaven it was as if her body had been made to respond to him and him alone. She kissed him back, her tongue tangling with his. She felt the urgency in him as he hoisted her up so her legs were wrapped around his hips and he then pressed her down on the bed, his weight coming over her, his erection nudging at her as his hands went to her breasts.

She drew in a sharp breath as he shaped her through her dress but her breathing stopped altogether when he pulled her dress over her head, so he could have his mouth on her bare skin. His lips closed over one nipple, making her back arch, and her toes curl. He took her other nipple and suckled hard, the drawings of his mouth on her flesh making her whole body respond.

'II want you so much, Guinevere,' he said as he removed the rest of her clothes before starting on his own. 'I want you so badly whenever you are near me I can't think of anything else.'

She looked down and touched him, wrapping her hand around him. He was so hard, so fully aroused, she could feel his control straining under the self-control he was imposing over himself. 'If you want me to stop then you had better tell me now,' he said, as he prepared her for his entry.

She answered by kissing him, her tongue meeting his in a dance of desire. She felt him surge fully into her, making her wince slightly as her body accommodated him. He pulled back and looked down at her in concern. 'Am I hurting you?'

'No…'

'Am I going too fast for you?'

She shook her head, unable to speak for the emotion clogging her throat. It felt so good to have him deep inside her. Her body had missed him so much; for nearly three years all she had was the memory of him.

He brushed his mouth with his in a kiss that was as hot as fire. 'I have been going mad with the need to do this,' he groaned. 'You feel so good.'

Gwen let out a gasp of pleasure as he filled her completely, his slow, gently rocking motion making her wanting him to move faster. She clutched at him digging her fingers into his shoulders, and he responded by moving faster and she was arching against him, each thrust was bringing her closer and closer to the release she craved.

Suddenly she was there, her body exploding with an orgasm so intense she felt as if she had momentarily lost consciousness. Wave after wave of pleasure swept over her, responding to his lovemaking. She felt the tension in his muscles building and building, before he thrust forward with a groan of pure ecstasy.

'Guinevere…' Arthur said, lifting her chin with his finger, his eyes looking at her with all the love he felt for her shining in them. 'This is where we should be with you as my wife and our son in Camelot and whatever other children may come.' He said moving his hand down to cover her stomach.

Gwen smiled up at him and brought his head down for another kiss as she thought that fate had indeed brought them back together, back to each other where they belonged.

The end