A/N: Thanks for all the reviews! You probably don't know how much they mean to me. Anyway, this chapter will deal with the wedding night. Although, it won't be too detailed, it will have slight sexual references. For this reason, I am upping the rating. It probably doesn't rate an M but I'd rather it be too high than too low! Anyway, I really hope you like it and I still don't OWN Merlin! ):

My wedding had been everything I had wanted and more but the reception despite Elyan not being there was just as good. Arthur, who had finally noticed I was talking to his father, came to join the conversation. After Arthur joining the conversation, the change in Mr Pendragon was immense.

Although, I knew Arthur had believed his father was disappointed when he had joined the RAF, I couldn't see any of that as they were speaking. The look in Uther's eyes was one I had seen in my own Father's eyes. I supposed it to have been pride.

It wasn't too much later before we had finally made a move not before, of course, I had gotten changed. My wedding dress, although, beautiful wasn't very practical and when Arthur had pointed this out to me, I couldn't disagree with him.

With our wedding guests cheering and smiling, we made our way to the coast in the hired car. Arthur, after some persuasion, had admitted that he had booked us into a little bed and breakfast.

"You do realise we only have 4 days leave, don't you?" I had asked him, smiling.

Arthur, at my words, returned my smile but he didn't look apologetic and I didn't want him to be. It was a lovely thought for him to have done.

It didn't seem long before we arrived at where we were staying (even though, it must have been over an hour) and it was then I had started to feel slightly nervous. I trust Arthur explicitly but I couldn't help but fear what was going to happen would be a disappointment or that I'd do something wrong.

I had, of course, no reason to worry. I've known for a long time that Arthur will never hurt me or do anything to make me feel uncomfortable and when it came to our wedding night, he didn't.

At first, it seemed as if he still thought I was absolutely fragile and that he couldn't risk breaking me as he had been so tender and loving but it seemed as if the passion and adoration we both felt for each other made Arthur realise that I'm as fragile as he imagines.

It must have been over an hour ago when I woke up, and I couldn't help but smile at the sight before me. Our legs were entwined like ivy around a tree and it was a lovely feeling of waking up next to him.

However, it was the feeling of his right hand in mine which made my smile widen even more. We had drifted off to sleep tired, exhausted but blissfully happy holding hands and it seemed as if we didn't want to relinquish our claim on each other even in our sleep.

I looked to Arthur, who was still sleeping peacefully, and I couldn't help but be hit by the memories of the night before. The feeling of Arthur's soft, tender caresses against my bare skin and the pure unadulterated passion it evoked in me all hit me like a tonne of bricks.

I was sure I was blushing madly at the thought of it but as I thought of how pliant and yielding my body had reacted to Arthur's touch, I couldn't help but feel slightly embarrassed by it even if I was smiling.

Who would have thought that something so tender and loving could cause such ecstasy? I hadn't and I had been pleasantly surprised.

In an hour of waking, I hadn't let go of Arthur's hand as I didn't feel the need to and definitely didn't want to and in that moment, I realised something. Lovemaking wasn't, for us, something to gratify bodily desires but last night had cemented our love for each other and in a way deepened it.

"Guinevere…" Arthur's voice interrupted my musings, and he still sounded half asleep and half amused.

"..I can tell you're staring. Is everything alright?" He asked me, eventually opening his eyes.

I shook my head, at his words, smiling broadly. Although, I knew I should have been aching from last night and I was to a certain degree, but I was so full of love and devotion to Arthur, that the pain seemed almost non-existent.

"No, everything's perfect." I told him, a smile still on my face.

Arthur looked at me as I spoke and it seemed a while before he did anything but when he did, he lifted a hand (the one which wasn't holding my hand) to my face to cup it, softly.

"I'm glad, Guinevere." He breathed to me, his eyes twinkling in happiness.

I was well aware by this moment that it was just approaching the afternoon as both Arthur and I lay next to each other, our legs and hands still joined, there seemed to be nowhere we'd rather be.

The peace and quiet wasn't just peaceful but it was absolutely perfect. Arthur seemed to be lost in his thoughts and every so often he shot me a smile and I couldn't help but think of everyone.

My Father had offered Freya and Merlin a place to stay for the leave to which they both had readily agreed. It was lovely of him to do so but I could tell it was because of Elyan's absence. Father had promised to write to me if he had heard any news.

AN HOUR LATER

We were, by now, finally up and about. I think the landlady of the bed and breakfast was a little annoyed with us for staying in as late as she seemed to think we would want her to make us things.

Arthur and I didn't want to put her out at all and instead went on a walk along the beach. Even though, it wasn't the time of year for tourists, Arthur and I didn't mind. After all, the only thing that seemed to matter was the fact we could spend time together- Alone.

Arthur's training had been intensifying greatly in the build-up to our wedding and I can't shake the feeling of the dream off me. I think Arthur knows and as we walked along the sand, he stopped me and started talking to me, proving to me that he did.

"Guinevere, I know you're worried about my mission." He stated, as he held my hand.

I couldn't disagree with him as he was exactly right but I also didn't want to admit, either. As I gazed into his sea blue eyes, I saw such love and happiness that I didn't want to spoil our time together by lying. So, I told him the truth.

"I am, Arthur. I'm sorry. I just can't forget what that stupid dream was about." I told him, softly.

At my words, he looked at me sympathetically but he looked as if he understood.

"Don't apologise for caring, Guinevere. I won't be going on a mission until a couple of weeks' time. So, please don't worry." The way he told me made it seem as if it was obvious what he was telling me but I knew he had a point.

I nodded to him trying to show him that I had listened to him. He could still sense that I had some fears as he then went on to say: "Besides, you'll always have me, Guinevere, and I will always be here for you."

Just hearing the words was so reassuring and calming and I felt bad for bringing it up on our honeymoon and as Arthur gave me another smile, he told me he wanted to show me something.

He took a hold of my hand and led to me down the beach. The boyish smile on his face made my heart jump and before I knew it, we had obviously arrived at whatever he had wanted to show me. In front of me was a fairground ride.

As I looked around to where he had led me, I realised with slightly trepidation that it was fun faire type thing.

Arthur gave me a rather expectant smile and as I noticed the excited in his eyes which gave him a youthful look, I couldn't help but agree to go on it.

It didn't particularly look fun or anything like it as it was a bit of an eyesore but Arthur seemed to think it was interesting and I secretly suspected Arthur had wanted to go on it as soon as we had come onto the beach!

A/N: Well, there you go! The sexual references aren't a lot or actually very detailed but it was needed for the story. I may write a full on sexual scene in my next story but as it is, I still don't feel comfortable. If I must admit it, I'm a little nervous about this.

So, please review!