TITLE: The Longest Day
Author: Shabbytiger
Show: Merlin
Pairing: Arthur and Gwen
Genre: Romance
Warnings: MA for adult content later...plus set after episode 3 x 10.
Disclaimer: Characters not mine, just borrowed for naughty purposes :P
Multi Chapter and Complete.
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Practical as ever Gwen fussed over the stove, making sure the boiled kettle was set aside, and the stove off. Arthur let her, seeing the nerves, and honestly, feeling them too. He stood behind her as she bustled, his hands finding her hips, his lips meeting her hair as she paused, and finally her anxiety was wrung out, and she slid her hand into his. He breathed deep, the lilac scent of her skin filling him up and he let her lead him to the gauzy curtain that separated her sleeping quarters from the kitchen and the living space.
A smile passed between them, since Arthur had been the not so secret benefactor of her new bed, and had ordered it placed in the same spot she had bedded down on sacks so long before. The gesture had been well received, but for the scolding she had given him for his high handed way of going about the gift. It had been worth it he decided, as she allowed him into her bedchamber, and his heart hitched at the transformation she had made of the cold stores. A pretty white spread covered the bed, and a hand quilted purple throw at the foot that he just knew she had sewn herself. Talented, he thought, eyeing the curtains that fell to the floor, she was so talented. She knew how to do secret feminine things, yet was proficient in his sphere too, constantly surprising him with knowledge about weaponry and armour, though she simply raised an eyebrow when he began to utter his amazement. And he would nod, with a beatific expression, resisting the urge to express his admiration. After all, she was the daughter of a blacksmith.
Now they stood facing each other, and the candles she had so conscientiously snuffed out sent wisps of white smoke through the cool air of the room. Torn between throwing her to the bed and getting down on his knees, Arthur hesitated, before making a bold decision. He tugged the white shirt over his head, the chill hitting him, and he tensed, as her eyes slid across his chest. Gods her brown eyes branded him. Shyness, a condition he had never previously suffered from, suddenly struck him immobile, as panic reared its head. What if he disappointed her? He wasn't lean like Merlin, didn't have the slender physique of some of the younger knights. He was broad at the shoulder, years of wielding a sword and training and fighting had carved him from rock, his stomach ridged, hair covering a thick muscular chest. His arms were tight, solid muscle. She looked fragile in the darkness, her curls and warm eyes, and small slim hands achingly breakable. He felt like a beast come to savage the maiden, and his chest heaved. Perhaps this was a wish too far, a need too great he reasoned. Status aside, it was he, in this moment, that felt the yawning divide between them, and class had naught to do with it. He simply knew, she was too good for him. Too special for his calloused hands, too clever for his fumbling attempts at seduction.
Then she smiled and it lit the darkness, her hands at her side as she teasingly undid her bodice, the ribbon loosening a row at a time as she pulled the pale lavender ribbon from each eyelet. Barely able to form a full thought, he watched, mesmerised as the bodice began to fall. Gwen's eyes were fixed upon him, and the reassurance her actions offered puffed his chest out, adding inches to his height as he waited, his heart in his mouth, tension dissolving into longing.
The corset drifted downwards, and she fiddled with her back fastening, allowing the skirts to fall too. Her bare arms were slim and smooth, the colour of caramel, honey, everything sweet. His mouth was dry, his head turning to wool. He kicked off his boots. She wore a thin slip beneath her dress, and he could see every curve, his gut clenching as his cock twitched in his trousers. Using his thumbs, and keeping his eyes on her, he bent and yanked them off, stepping free of the material as it puddled on the floor. Naked. He was standing yards from Gwen, from her mouth, from her bed, and he was naked. Adrenaline forged through his veins, and anticipation greater than any he had known, any battle, any joust, this, right here, topped anything he had experienced for sheer skin stinging excitement. He should have been cold, but he felt nothing but the heat of her gaze as she drank him in, and it fired him up, as he stood firm, emboldened by the streak of fire that arced the distance between them. Now he had upped the stakes, he held his breath, waiting to see her response.
Gwen, his courageous Gwen; did not back down. He watched the flutter of her erratic pulse at her throat, wanting to taste it, kiss it, soothe it, as she raised trembling fingers to the thin straps of her slip. Throat locked, he simply stared, unable to believe this was actually happening, as the silky cream shift gave way, one shoulder at a time, and toffee coloured skin took its place as she shimmied it from her frame. She was beautiful. Spellbinding, he thought, with a secret smile. Her breasts were full, dark nipples proud in the cool air, the soft curve of her stomach and the flare of her hips from a waist he could span with his hands easily making his jaw ache. Her final secret, he could see outlined like a whisper beneath her tiny, so tiny undergarments, cut high at her thighs, revealing the length of her lean smooth legs, and dipping low at her waist, to reveal the cut of her pelvis. She had made those, he knew it. Only his Gwen would make a practicality so charming, so delectable. His vision blurred, and time took a moment to gain its own composure as she slipped off her tan shoes, her toes as suckable and delicious as every other part of her.
" You're beautiful." His voice was unrecognisable as his own, but the sentiment all his. She smiled, her eyes glowing. By some unspoken mutual consent, they both stepped forward, and he could hear nothing but blood roaring in his ears as the hair at his chest rose, as if reaching out for her already, craving closer contact. His erection was leading the way, but he could feel no embarrassment that Gwen witness what she did to him on such a basic level. Just as her arousal flushed cheeks, her nipples hard and puckered, her stomach muscle spasms delicately strumming the smooth skin of her abdomen as she met him, all lay open to his scrutiny, it was natural to share such intimacies.
" You make me feel beautiful," she confessed lowly, and he could no longer restrain his hands, dragging her tight to meet the full naked length of his body, his mouth meeting hers with groan ripped right from the heart of him. His tongue filled her mouth, greedy and eager, and she stunned him as she sucked it, pulling the wet muscle deep inside. Any thought of ending this before it went too far vanished along with his control, and he lifted her, holding her warm almost naked body tight as he stalked to the bed. He needed her under him, over him, touching him. Lust warred with tenderness as he placed her on the soft bedding, but she captured his mouth with hers and kissed him senseless, removing lingering caution completely.
" Guinevere." Her hand slipped to his cock, the heel of her palm and the dry papery feel of her skin on his erection sending him through the roof. He bit his lip, concentrating all he had on maintaining control. A tear glistened at the head of his hard on, and she slicked it with her thumb across the sensitive tip. " Christ I can't-you can't do that if this is going to end right."
" End right?" She was brazenly teasing him now, tugging him to lay above her, undulating her hips, pressing her breasts to his chest, rubbing her nipples at his chest hair, driving him insane. She was a minx. And he loved it. Ducking his head, he fastened his lips to her left breast, circling the tight nub at its centre with his tongue, hips bucking as she moaned and her hands pulled his head and mouth tighter to her soft flesh. He was aching now, his cock straining at her thighs, his hips rolling, and he dragged his tongue and teeth across her nipple, fiercely proud as she spread her legs, knowing he did that. He was causing the pulsing arousal she was now grinding at him. Unable to resist her playful tone, he suckled harder at her breast, before lifting sex drugged eyes to hers.
" Ending right is me. Inside you." He was leaning his weight on his forearms, and she was wrapped within the circle of his arms, so he felt the very wild shudder that shot through her at his statement. He grinned, the sound of her sharply indrawn breath shooting straight to his groin.
" Arthur!" Her tone was rich and warm, an admonishment and an invitation in one delicious sound. He loved it when she said his name.
" Do you?" Startled, Arthur glanced at her, not realising he had spoken aloud. Mildly embarrassed, and unbearably moved by the gentle query, he buried his face in her neck, raining kisses all over the creamy soft skin, raking his teeth and tongue across the sweet scent of her, breathing in lilac and perspiration, the combination addictive. Gwen trailed her nails down his back, tracing patterns at his spine, applying pressure at points that caused him to gasp. Magic hands he thought, though he shouldn't. Perhaps not all magic was bad after all, he mused, his mouth fusing at her breast once more, his mouth finding the under curve, his tongue slipping into the crease under the soft globe, preening at her gasp.
She slipped her clever fingers down to his groin, and he bit off a curse as she enfolded him in a warm grip, his knees jarring on the throw as she tugged, before switching her hand and beginning to stroke him, her thumb a constant pressure at the head of his cock as she began to increase the pace of her strokes. His head fell back, and it took all his might to stop himself caving on top of her.
" Gwen...lord, please, give me a moment..." Arthur could hardly hold his hips still, his thighs screaming against the need to bury himself deep inside her. She paused, her eyes finding his, and he smiled at the worry he saw in the amber pools. He caught her mouth in a kiss, before breaking away as the roar in his head started up again. Her lips were wet and soft and warm, and so tempting, but his cock was its own master now, and he didn't want to rush her, wanted to explore her before-abruptly his head went blank as the image of them joined split his thoughts.
" Arthur." Her voice was steady, and he almost buckled again, as she spread her legs further, the smooth satin skin of her thighs sliding against his inner thighs that straddled her, tickling the hair, teasing the union he could hardly see clearly thinking about. " I want this." She caught his ear lobe between her teeth, licking the tender sensitised flesh. Her breathe on him was like a ghostly caress, teasing as her lips blazed ownership. He growled. Actually growled.
When she took his hand, forcing him to readjust his balance on his forearms, her hair brushing his jaw as she bent a little, her stomach meeting his in an inferno of lightning struck contact; he sucked in air, but found there was none in the room. Her slight hand led his, and he was butter in a pan as she slipped their joined hands beneath the slinky garment protecting her modesty. He squeezed his eyes closed as she guided his fingers to her heated centre, and his spine liquefied as his forefinger dipped and caressed moist curls, before sliding inside her folds.
Gods she was wet, and slickly hot, her muscles tight and inviting, throbbing about his finger and her hitched breathe tore his heart. He snatched her lips to his, forcing her head back as his finger stroked, pushing, falling back, pushing again, but never too far, as her flesh seemed to swell about his ministrations. She felt full and the thought of tasting her shot his thighs with lead, making his limbs weak. Her kiss was wild in return, suckling at his lower lip, teeth scraping his lips and tongue as she ground against his hand, allowing him deeper access. He had died and this was heaven he thought, the skin stretched taut at his shoulders buzzing as her hands ran down his sides, pulling him in, smoothing over muscles as he twisted, to lean on one elbow as his free hand pumped at her wild wet heart. Then his thumb stroked her just right, finding the swollen nub at the tip of her folds and she careened upwards, her strangled cry lost in his mouth as he swallowed her response. Breathing was hard now, god everything was hard except her, all soft wet and slippy in his hands.
Her hands clutched his hips, and he threw his hips forward, incapable of holding back and the smooth head of his cock slicked at her, his hand faltering as he strained, but Gwen was as far gone as he was and she tugged his hand to her breast, staring into his eyes as she lifted her bottom from the bed, meeting his erection, rubbing her soaked curls against his shaft. He was done.
Rising up onto his hands, his chest pulling from hers, he gazed down on her face, rocking his hips forward, tortured and enraptured by her sweet scent and welcoming heat.
She stared back, and he wanted to say something, something beautiful, worthy, but when her hand slid down his chest, her lips fastening on one flat nipple he lost the ability, and her hand slid lower as she kissed his chest, until it found him again. The moment she drew him to her, and guided him inside the wet tight pulsing folds he almost came there and then.
" Its all right Arthur." She whispered, as he stilled, and she surged further from the bed to take him in and he was burying himself, full tilt in her drenched opening. They both felt the wall, shuddered as it snapped and she bit his shoulder hard, him kissing her neck, licking, and sucking as his hips began to move, his lips at her ear, returning the erotic caress she had floored him with.
Her teeth eased at his shoulder muscle, though he felt no pain, nothing but her tight pulsing glove encasing him, breathing him in like air, squeezing him hard and fast as she pulsed like a heartbeat all around him.