'As you wish'. Guinevere replayed her last moments with Tristan in her mind. Nervously glancing around the large banquet hall, she knotted her hands in her gown. Kneading and twitching, she hurriedly grabbed her goblet of wine and took a large and satiating swig.

"Are you nervous about something, my darling?" The sound of Arthur's voice made Guinevere jump a bit, placing her cup down onto the table again, she turned toward him and tried her hardest to give a genuine smile.

Satisfied with her response, Arthur gently picked up Guinevere's hand and kissed it. The feel of Arthur's lips on the very hand that was lovingly touched by Tristan made Guinevere recoil it back to her, as if it burned her. Arthur, a bit surprised by the move, opted to ignore it and possessively place his hand upon her kneecap and smiled at her.

"I can't tell you how pleased I was that you decided to have another feast. I was beginning to feel that you had grown tired of me and wanted to run away. Speaking of running away...." Guinevere let the sound of Arthur's voice drum away in her ear. No longer paying attention to what he was saying, Guinevere continued to search the crowd of faces for the one that mattered most to her.

Carefully scanning the room, she watched Bors and Vanora, pregnant again, with their children, Gawain and Galahad, secretly flirting with each other across the room, thinking that no one noticed or saw them. She watched her new maid, Brenna, desperately try to avoid the groping of the drunk men around while still serving the drinks.

Glancing outside at the already set sun, she knew the celebration was well into motion and yet... Tristan was not there. Biting on her lower lip, she looked back at Arthur, still talking about some recent events concerning the town, and sighed.

Closing her eyes, she tried to force back the reality that perhaps Tristan was not coming after all. Feeling the warm fluster of the wine beginning to creep into her system, she fanned herself carelessly and was considering going outside to cool down. Opening her eyes, she scanned the room once more and feeling defeat, she stood up and quickly murmured to Arthur something about catching some air and promptly left the hall without a second glance back.

Outside, she watched her exhaling breath become little puffs of white air and took in a deep breath, feeling the cold and sharpness of the air around her drown the heat within her lungs. Enjoying the coolness, she reached down and grabbed a handful of snow and gently held it to her temple and forehead.

He's not coming. Dropping the snow back onto the earth, she walked back to the loud well lit room, desperately trying to think of an excuse to tell Arthur on why she had to retreat early to her bedroom.

The feeling of hot air rushed her face and body as soon as Guinevere stepped back into the hall, quickly readjusting her body's temperature to the new one, she casually walked back to her golden throne next to Arthur.

Glancing up, she immediately stopped in her tracks. Guinevere could do nothing but stare and feel her mouth drop open a bit. I was wrong.

Taking a deep breath and letting it out quickly, she regained her composure and confidently walked back to her chair.

Tristan knew she had entered the room even before he glanced up to see Guinevere walking toward them from outside. Coming in a bit tardy, he quickly and almost invisibly glanced the room looking for her. Knowing immediately she was not there, Tristan was about to retreat into a dark corner and wait for her. However, Arthur had quickly noticed him and called him over to his throne.

"Tristan!" Arthur stood up to meet Tristan half way and to shake his hand.

"My lord..." Tristan bowed his head slightly, warmly greeting Arthur's welcoming hand.

"Oh, that is completely unnecessary, Arthur will do just fine."

Smiling a little, he walked with Arthur back to the throne and stood beside him and took in the awesome view that Arthur saw each and every day.

"I must say, I am quite surprised to see you here. Lord knows that I have tried to convince you to come to these gathering countless times before. What changed your mind?"

As Tristan was about to answer, he felt Guinevere's presence come closer to them. Quickly ignoring Arthur, he glanced to see Guinevere staring back at him, shock and happiness spread throughout her eyes. He continued to hold her gaze as she walked back to Arthur and him, and didn't look away for even a second as she sat down.

Remembering Arthur, he brought his attention back to him and smiled. "An angel asked me to come." He looked back at Guinevere who smiled coyly and blushed.

"Well, I'm right glad this "angel" asked you to come. Who is she?"

Before Tristan could lie and respond, Guinevere interrupted, "That doesn't matter. All that matters is that Tristan is here." She looked deep into Tristan's eyes and smiled a bit before she had to look away or be forced grab him and kiss him right then and there.

"Ahh, yes, my lovely wife is correct and- oh! If you will excuse for a brief moment, I promised Bors that I would talk to him about accompanying me next week on state affairs." Arthur quickly stood up and walked over to Bors and Vanora.

Without another word, Tristan slipped his hand upon Guinevere's, which were both hidden by the large oak table. The slightest touch and contact with Tristan made Guinevere gasp and hold her breath. Swallowing her gasp, she grabbed Tristans hand back and held on to it until she thought he was cutting off circulation. They did not look at each other at all, for fear that they would never be able to turn away again.

"You came." She whispered.

"I said I would," he whispered back, "if there is anything in this world that I can give you... I will." Slowly moving his hand to Guinevere's wrist, he circled her tender flesh and rubbed it so lightly it felt like brisk wind.

"I've missed you." Guinevere found it amazing that she could speak when the single light touch on her wrist was making her heart beat faster and temperature rise.

"Aye, I've missed you too." Still not looking at Guinevere, Tristan moved his hand further up her arm, gently tickling it. "But I have seen you in my dreams, every night... looking so beautiful and happy. Sometimes, in my dreams, I dare not touch you in fear that you will drift away from me like all things seem to do in dreams."

Soaking up Tristans romantic words, Guinevere closed her eyes and smiled, "Tristan... please...."

"What...?"

"Come to me tonight..."

"No."

"Why?" Urgency creeping back into her voice as she opened her eyes, however not looking at him directly.

"When the time is right-"

"No!" Yelling a bit too loud and causing a few stares to turn in their direction. "No," she whispered quieter, "I want you right now. Don't you want me?"

"God, yes!" Tristan could barely contain his exasperation, "I want you so much, you can't even imagine how much I yearn for your body. Every night, I feel like dieing because I do not have you in my arms and every morning I feel like weeping knowing that you are not in my bed..."

"Then, please... let's not deny our feelings anymore."

"I can't... I don't want to hurt you... or Arthur. He loves you so much and-"

"Enough!" She quietly shouted, tearing her hand away from Tristans grasp and storming away from him.

Tristan watched as Guinevere walked, if not ran, away from him, through the double doors, and outside into the courtyard. Knowing that a part of his life and heart just left through the doors with her, Tristan stood up and walked after her.

Thinking that he may have pushed Guinevere away forever, forced Tristan to run through the room, not caring who saw him. Bursting out into the cold air he barely noticed, he opened his ears and expertly looked through the white snowy wind for Guinevere.

Had Tristan not been such an excellent scouter, he would have most likely missed the hem of a dark green gown flowing in the wind before disappearing into a wooden door. Not giving a second to think, he ran after the green gown furiously and stopped at the door at which she entered.

Taking a deep breath, he reached for the handle and opened the door. The hallway was lit with only torches and Tristan was surprised by how warm it was compared to many of the other passageways in the castle.

Glancing around, he heard the sound of Guinevere's laugh further down the hallway. Running down the poorly lit trail he stopped when he came to a fork in the trail. Pausing for only an instant, knowing immediately which corridor Guinevere went down, all he had to was follow his heartbeat.

Continuing down the path, Tristan was beginning to think that he had chosen the wrong one until he saw Guinevere standing shyly in the middle of the hallway, blocking his path. Letting out a huge sigh of relief, knowing that she was there in front of him and now just another dream, he slowly walked to her and stopped only inches from her body.

Guinevere stood and glared back at Tristan, anger and passion searing through her eyes. Walking forward and filling the little space between them, Guinevere caught Tristan's cheeks with her hands.

"Listen and listen well Tristan." She spoke with curt and force, "I am a fighter, I always have been and always will be. I am an independent person and I don't need anything but myself to support me. I married Arthur for the well being of this country and my people, but that does not make me his. I belong to no one but myself."

Tristan lowered his gaze and tried to ignore the feeling of his heart being crushed into a million pieces, knowing that he would never completely have her.

"At least... I belonged to no one but myself...but, now... I belong to only you." Tristan immediately looked up into her eyes, now filled with love and compassion. Holding his breath in fear that a single sound from him would stop her from professing her feelings, Tristan continued to stare. "I needed no one to live but myself, and then... you happened. Now I realize, that all I need is you. I am nothing and no one and cannot live at all if I do not have you with me. I live for you, I breathe for you... if I don't have you, then I don't know who I am. All I know is this: I love you. I love you, I love you, I love you and no one controls my heart but you... not even Arthur, and I'm sure he knows that deep down inside. I am a fighter to everyone but you, for you... I am just a silly woman in love."

Unable to contain his joy, Tristan grabbed Guinevere and kissed her. And it was in this kiss that Guinevere was revealed all the love and passion that Tristan could not express verbally, everything that Tristan blocked off from everyone else was gladly given to Guinevere with this single kiss. All that Tristan feared and hated diminished when his lips pressed against hers, for once in his long and deadly life of killing and searching, it was Tristan that finally felt caught and trapped, it was an entrapment he was glad to be held by.

Breaking from the kiss, he rubbed against her hair, breathing in its scents and texture. "Don't ever walk away from me again... for those brief minutes, I felt my heart and soul leave my body. Don't you see that I cannot breath without you? I cannot live without you? Do you see this?"

"Yes, yes, yes, I see it." Guinevere mumbled against his body.

"I need you... now." Without waiting for permission, much as less asking it, or protest, Tristan effortlessly leaned her against the stone wall. "I wish it wasn't here, but..."

"It doesn't matter..."

With no further ado, Tristan quickly and unceremoniously untied the ribbons in the back of her dress and almost ripped it off her upper body had Guinevere not intercepted and discarded it herself. Moving away just a bit to allow the dress to drop to floor, he pounced on the opportunity to suck and nibble on her collarbone and above her breasts.

Trying to concentrate on the task before her, Guinevere quickly untied Tristans' armor off and let it drop next to her gown and with quick and nimble fingers, undid the drawstrings on Tristans breeches. Before letting them fall all the way, she was reminded of the raw need to feel his skin against hers and, like an animal, ripped his shirt in two and pushed it away from Tristans burning skin.

Moaning and exclaiming at the feel of hot skin against hot skin, Guinevere clawed Tristan's back to bring him closer against her. The feel of skin being torn and blood being drawn sped Tristan's kisses and forced him to bite Guinevere harder. Grabbing Guinevere from behind, he copiously picked her up and pressed her against the wall even harder so she was stuck between the wall and him, feet suspended in midair.

Disliking the feeling of having a part of her body not attached to Tristans in some way, she wrapped her ankles around his naked bottom and squeezed him even closer to her. Throwing her head back, she let out a high yelp when Tristan lifted her even higher to get a better angle at her naked breasts and sucked mercilessly at her nipples.

Running he fingers through his brown locks, she cradled his head in her arms and forced his mouth closer to her tender area. Feeling the driving desire to touch Tristan everywhere, she raked her hands and nails on his back and pleaded with him to enter her.

"Not yet..." He barely whispered before burying his head back into her breasts.

Although enjoying the feeling of his mouth on her nipples, she tried desperately to reach down to touch his cock, which she could feel was throbbing and heating up more and more as each second went by.

"Please, Tristan..." Giving in to her pleas, for there was nothing Tristan could ever deny her, he gently unwrapped her legs from around him and placed them unsteadily on the floor. Catching her balance, she grabbed Tristan by the shoulders and forced him against the wall; taking the superior position against him.

Not taking the time and gentleness from their past meetings to kiss his chest, she immediately grabbed for his cock underneath his breeches and suppressed his sharp moan by giving him a wet kiss. Lightly touching his cock, Guinevere moved her other hand to fondle and massage his balls. Tristan's breath was becoming increasingly rapid and shallow, but all this made Guinevere enjoy it even more.

Finally releasing his lips, she quickly kissed her way down his body, stopping only briefly to bite his nipples, as she toyed with his nipples, Guinevere's hands quickly discarded his breeches onto the floor beside hew gown. She finally came close enough to Tristan's cock to smell his musky scent. Inhaling the smell that she immediately fell in love with, she smiled a bit and looked up at him. She watched him close his eyes and lean his head back against the wall, giving her his full trust to continue.

At first gently kissing and tasting the head, she immediately felt the carnal need to taste and have more. Licking from the base of his shaft to the very tips, she made sure she didn't miss an inch of skin. Still using her soft and nimble hands, she groped and teased Tristans balls and continued to lap his cock, each grab making Tristan jump a bit more.

Guinevere would have continued had Tristan not pulled her up and drew her mouth to his lips and breaking only slightly to kiss all around her face, "I will not last if you continue your evil ways..."

Giggling to herself, she leaned forward and coarsely whispered into Tristan's ear, "Take me now then or I promise you I'll continue." She slowly licked the tip of ear before biting it, throwing Tristan over the edge and into the abyss.

Picking her up and forcing her against the wall and into her previous position, he grabbed her chin and made her look at him. "I love you..." Tristan said before he positioned himself below her and entered her. At the first hit of penetration, Guinevere yelled into the dark of the hallway and into the surrounding blackness.

At first, Tristan entered slowly and went at a slow and steady pace, but Guinevere's heels were digging into him and he himself was having difficulty controlling his urge. Finally giving up on proceeding slowly, he quickened his speed and tempo and with each hard hit home, he heard Guinevere scream louder and louder. Thanking the Gods that they were alone and out of earshot, he let out quick and short moans himself, trying to contain himself until they were both ready to explode.

Feeling Guinevere's inner caves beginning to shake, he heard her call out his name once and loud before he felt himself give into the strong pull deep within him. Tristan yelled "I love you" once more before closing his eyes to see the explosion of colors and feel the total and utter release. Guinevere, lost in her own world of pleasure, was not even aware that she was repeating 'Tristan, Tristan, Tristan' over and over again, but this only made Tristan's release sweeter and more heavenly.

Not wanting the feeling to end, he gathered all remaining energy and thrust once more into the limp Guinevere and shivered when he heard another sharp and distinct hiss and moan erupt from her. Finally opening his eyes, he looked upon Guinevere, eyes still closed, trying to catch her breath. Noticing the sweat that was covering her face, giving her face and body a slight shine, he raised his hand and gently rubbed it away. Kissing her closed eyelids, he let out a deep breath and allowed himself to relax a bit.

When Guinevere felt her breath return to her slightly normal pattern, she opened her eyes and smiled at Tristan who was staring at her intently. With worry in his eyes, he cleared his throat and opened his mouth to ask her something but closed it, instead he carefully lowered her onto the ground and held her close as she tried to find her balance.

"I'm fine." She said as she looked up into his eyes, "I could tell you seemed worried, don't be... I'm fine."

"I'm sorry," he whispered, breaking the gaze and feeling ashamed, "I should not have been so impatient. I forget that you are my angel, are you hurt?"

"No, no. I'm fine." She caressed his cheek to reassure him.

"If I had hurt you, then I... I-I-I don't know-" Desperation and fear entering his voice.

"But you didn't." Guinevere told him slowly and firmly. Bringing his gaze back to her, he searched her eyes for traces of deception, but found none.

"I love you." Tristan said, before picking up her gown and helping her into it. As she dressed, he put on his breeches and when he tried to put his shirt on, he winced at the pain from the scratches on his back.

Guinevere noticed the expression and immediately rushed toward his back to inspect her doings.

"Oh God! I'm so sorry Tristan! I didn't mean to do it so hard!"

"Don't be," he said as he pulled his shirt on, "they will remind me of you on my lonesome nights."

Smiling at this comment, Guinevere leaned forward to kiss Tristan's neck. Tristan reached for her hands and circled her front. Wrapping his arms around her delicate body, he kissed her gently as she put her arms around his neck. Guinevere broke from the kiss to look into Tristan's eyes and just like that, she fell in love with him all over again.

They leaned forward to embrace each other, knowing that they would have to let go of each other to return to the party, but not wanting to lose the newly found connection that they experienced together. Not wanting to go back to ignoring each other, not wanting to spend lonely nights wanting each other but not being able to, not wanting to let go at all.

"I love you Tristan." Guinevere smiled a little as she nuzzled her face deeper into Tristan's neck, smelling his scent and trying to memorize it.

Two green eyes watched from a short distance; cold, angry, and burning with fire. Slowly, so as not to be noticed, Arthur walked back into the shadow from whence he came and stumbled upon his wife and knights' acts. Arthur walked down the corridor from where he followed Tristan and back across the courtyard, where he saw Tristan follow Guinevere, and up the stairs. And it wasn't until he was safely in his bedroom that he let his head fall back and yelled an angry and mournful cry, with tears streaming down his face.

TBC

As a tradition, the movie line was taken from "Original Sin".