Chapter 1: Post-Coronation Heat

A/N: I really don't think Season 5 does justice to the new dynamic of Guinevere as Queen, or of her new marriage to Arthur. Even before Gwen becomes evil, her character completely changes. I don't think she would ever sentence anyone to death, as this goes against all that she believes in. Not to mention, she has been wrongly accused of various crimes before and has lived to tell the tale of the fear of death at the hand of Uther. I don't think she would ever put another through the same - especially not another maidservant, as she did in one of the first episodes of Season 5. So this one-shot is to right the wrongs of the writers of Merlin, who (in my opinion) monumentally fucked up the Arwen angle after their marriage.

Rating: M

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Arthur leads Gwen down the aisle hand in hand. Both have subtle smiles dancing on their lips, but decorum dictates that they remain impassive until they have left the coronation ceremony. Arthur picks up his pace, desiring nothing more than to race up to their chambers and unravel his Queen from her mountains of cloth that constitute her maroon dress. Gwen senses his rushing feet beside her and walks faster too. Everyone clapping around them has bright, hopeful smiles plastered on their faces; knights, Merlin, and Gaius in the front. When they reach the grand doors, two plain-faced guards open the great wooden barriers to the foyer. As they step outside onto the cold stone floor, and the doors are closed behind them, the clapping and chatter dissipate. Arthur turns to Gwen and takes her other hand in his. He looks into her beautiful brown eyes and love radiates between them.

"Never before have you looked so beautiful Gwen," he whispers.

Gwen chuckles and looks down at their hands, blushing. "I could say the same about you, although it might kill you to be called beautiful."

"Well, what am I then?" Arthur asks with a coy smile.

"You, my King, are delectably handsome." Gwen looks up at him and raises her eyebrow. "Shall we take this upstairs? I'm sure if we are late for the feast they will understand."

"Absolutely, my Queen," he grins boyishly, relishing the feeling of calling his beloved wife 'Queen'.

They turn together and rush up the staircase, through the corridors, and along to their chambers. Since their wedding, neither have been able to restrain themselves from the pleasures of sex that seem to beckon for them every free moment they have together. Although Arthur was well versed on the finer details of feminine pleasure, Guinevere had been a virgin when they wed. For this reason, she behaved more rabbit-like than the cocky Arthur himself. For Arthur, though, making love to Gwen is entirely different to the past flings he enjoyed before being entranced by her. He isn't used to the tenderness, love, and passion that manifests whenever they have sex.

They burst into their chambers, and Gwen reaches for Arthur's face, pulling his lips down to hers. They kiss passionately, with fiery tingles of warmth spreading throughout their bodies. Arthur pulls her close to him, so her body is flush with his. He reaches his hands to the laces behind her bodice, and swiftly unties them with one hand, while the other traces his fingers through her brown curls.

"Oh, Arthur," Gwen moans into his mouth as his tongue works its way through her lips. She pulls away from him to shimmy her bodice over her arms and onto the floor. Her hand comes up to the crown on her head, but Arthur stills it to prevent her from taking it off.

"No, I want to watch you wearing it. You look so regal with it on."

Gwen looks confused for a moment but then concedes. "Fine, as long as yours stays on too." Arthur smiles down at her in agreement.

She moves towards the bedchambers, stepping out of her petticoat on the way. Arthur follows her and dumps his cape too. Guinevere stands with the back of her knees pressed against their bed. Her hard nipples poke out from beneath her white undergarments. She reaches for Arthur to remove his shirt, and her hands trace his biceps down to his hands. She pulls them up to her breasts and he kneads them through the fabric with satisfaction.

"Oh, Gwen. Your breasts are so perfect." His eyes look to hers with dark lust, and she chuckles.

Arthur lowers his wife slowly onto the bed with her feet still on the floor. He kisses her slowly, sensually. His lips move over hers and he pushes his tongue against them, begging for entrance, which she grants immediately. They stay like this, Arthur over Guinevere, kissing softly, unaware of the footsteps approaching the doors.

Without knocking, Merlin enters their chambers, Arthur's speech in hand. "Arthur, we need to…" Merlin trails off, eyes wide and mouth open. Arthur and Gwen have only been married for a week, and he is still adjusting to the new dynamic; the need for knocking before entering. He swiftly turns around to face away, his face bright red with embarrassment. Only then does he notice the telltale signs of sexual activity: clothes strewn from the door, all over the floor.

Arthur stands up immediately and turns to Merlin. Gwen covers herself with her hands, despite already being clothed in her undergarments.

"MERLIN!" Arthur yells at his manservant. "What the hell are you doing?!" He looks back towards his wife on the bed, who has a face like a deer in a hunt.

"Sorry, Sire. I was just coming in to tell you that I've finished your speech for the banquet. And I was hoping to start getting you ready, considering it's in fifteen minutes."

Arthur sighs in exasperation. "Have I not told you to knock, Merlin?"

"Yes, but I forgot."

"Well, you better hope this is the last time. Because if you do that again, I will have you in the stocks for longer than you could ever imagine."

With that, Gwen chuckles on the bed, staring at the back of Merlin's scrawny frame. "Oh, it's fine Arthur. Don't be such a bully. I doubt Merlin wanted to see that any more than we wanted him to."

"You're right, my Lady. I certainly did not." Merlin says with obvious mirth. "I will put this scroll on the table now, and make my exit. Would you like me to come back in a few minutes to get you ready?"

"No," Arthur replies irritably. "That will be all. And don't be late for the feast."

As Merlin walks back to the doors he whispers, "I could say the same to you," under his breath.

"I heard that you idiot!" Arthur yells back, turning to face Gwen on the bed.

"You look mortified, Arthur," Gwen laughs at him. "It's only Merlin."

"Yes, Merlin, the bumbling idiot who will never refrain from teasing me about this," he huffs and flops on the bed beside Guinevere, his body mirroring hers with his feet on the floor.

"Well, don't think about him for now," she says in a sultry voice. "I can get you ready for the feast. I was a maid after all." She reaches her hand over to him, sweeping it down from his chest to his groin. "We don't want you going with this unfinished business."

Gwen's hand on the fabric covering his rekindling erection is all the invitation he needs to swoop over her and recapture her lips in his. Her hands move beneath his trousers, eliciting a carnal grunt from her lover. She grabs him and strokes his girth up and down. Arthur reaches down for the hem of her dress and pulls it over her head. Her crown falls off, and he gingerly replaces it on her dishevelled hair.

His hands move over her lips and down to her breasts, kneading them once before reaching one hand down to her centre. She sighs and moans in a husky voice as he slides his fingers inside her, feeling her warm wetness.

"Oh, yes," Gwen breathes, feeling him move his fingers inside her. She continues to stroke his length, feeling it harden tremendously. She leans up to kiss him again, and he takes that as his cue to replace his fingers with his cock. He slides into her, and they moan softly into each others' mouths. She wraps her arms around his neck, and her feet follow suit around his waist. Arthur's large hands roam her body, and he reaches one back down to her clit, rubbing the nub to stimulate her pleasure.

They look into each other's eyes, and he feels overwhelmed by his love for her. He observes the crown which has fallen off her head beside his long-since discarded one in the flurry of their movement. He brings his fingers back up to her lips and presses them into her mouth as he continues to move inside her. Gwen feels her body entering a mode of sensory overdrive as Arthur thrusts himself in and out of her body. She sucks on his fingers and stares into his eyes, begging for more. He reads her well, and moves faster over her, lowering his head to suck on her breasts. His tongue flicks over her sensitive nipples, and that sends her over the edge, shuddering around him. She cries out loudly and throws her head back. Arthur continues to thrust inside her as he reaches his own climax, and it takes one of Gwen's hands squeezing his balls to send him into a sexual stupor. He groans into a sloppy, wet kiss as he comes inside of her, and then he collapses beside her. He yelps as his head hits the sharp metal of his crown.

"Oh, Arthur, you oaf," Gwen laughs at him, throwing a pillow into his face playfully. He grabs the pillow and leans over her to give her one last, tender kiss.

"I love you, Queen Guinevere."

"I love you too, my King."