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 naught purposes :P

Multi Chapter and Complete.

He rubbed her with his thumb, and she was torn between mortification and abandon as he discovered just how easily he could make her a liquid hot mess.

" The tea." It was a weak argument, and his nip at her ear told her so as his finger slid into her welcoming slit slowly. Her hips bucked and he was pressing his erection into the small of her back, and a shocking yearning to bend over almost saw her lose all ability to think.

" The stove is still warming up." His thumb found her heart, and she let go of the white cover, reaching back to grip his firm thighs. His breath hissed at her throat and she smiled, grinding her bottom at him, following her bodies lead. His voice tickling her skin." Are you warmed up yet?"

Lord his teasing was too much, and she could only stand there, a tall puddle, as goosebumps broke out along her flesh. He was steering her then, back to the bed, pushing her down to sit on the edge of the ridiculously soft mattress he had gifted her with. She watched with black eyes as he fell to his knees, keeping his eyes on her as he lifted her backside with his hands, pulling her glistening folds toward his face. A tremor started then, and she couldn't tear her eyes from his, as his fair head dipped, and he touched her with his mouth. Soft at first, as she grew accustomed to the wild sensations firing through her veins. This was too much she thought, even as she let one hand loosen its death grip on the bed to stroke his hair. Too. Much.

His tongue between her legs split her open, probing, then teasing the folds at her opening. Tipping her head back, her hair falling to the bed, Gwen let out a strangled cry as he found entry, and forced his tongue along the wet tight channel, before pulling back and sweeping upwards towards the throbbing tip, aching to be kissed, rubbed, sucked. He keened, his pleasure in the act a revelation, as his eyes grew hotter and darker as his tongue re-enacted the journey his cock had already taken.

It was the most exquisite experience, and she couldn't contain the sounds that escaped her, begging, purring, sexual noises that only spurred him to greater depths as he worked his mouth on her. For a man considered selfish by some, he was an incredibly giving lover she thought, as he suckled at her aching clitoris, and then words got lost in the fog of pleasure his lips and tongue produced.

" Arthur I'm going to-" She felt this one coming, like a roll of thunder getting ever closer, the lightning in her blood sporadic with each new lick, each open mouthed kiss he performed, on her, in her, for her. " Oh I-" He held her firm to his mouth, his hands tight at her skin, and when she tried to move back he nibbled at her tender flesh, squeezing her closer onto his mouth. His eyes flashed up, and she felt ice and flames lick her with one stroke, as the thunder rolled, louder, ever louder in her ears. He wasn't letting go or letting up, his shoulder blades marble in the milky shade of the room, between her legs, the contrast of their skin touching her, as his pale body knelt between her toffee kissed legs. When his tongue finally withdrew from her slick heat, he fastened his lips to her tight nub and suckled, as he had at her nipples, and she shot from the bead as the lightning and thunder combined in perfect harmony. She felt herself flood, felt full and swollen and utterly replete.

Waves of pleasure swept her off, and she could hardly breathe as he laved her juices with one firm deep last lick. The waves became a current that dragged her from reality, skin hot and tight. Her sigh was a whisper, since all energy was drained from her bones.

" I think the stoves done too." Arthur stood, his eyes dazed and cheeks flushed, looking impossibly handsome, his half crooked smile curling about her heart. His teasing, as always undid her, this time even more so, as his expression of wonder made her feel like gold. He saw her that way, she thought dreamily, languid in the warmth washing up and down her limbs. He truly thought her precious.

" Arthur." He glanced back, as he stepped through the curtains to the kitchen and living area. Eyes bright, expression unguarded. Beautiful. Her throat was too full suddenly to speak, and she shook her head, but he seemed to understand, tipping his head, and leaving her alone for a few moments whilst she tried desperately to remember that this was not permanent. Her eyes sought the dream catcher as it twirled above the bed, and she smiled.

" You know I hope Merlin gets back soon. He excels at this cloak and dagger stuff. I half expect he has a chest of disguises hidden in his room somewhere." Arthur blinked, shocked at his own speech. Gwen regarded him thoughtfully, and he thought he saw a frown dimple her forehead as she watched the surprise cross his features.

" I- I don't know where that came from." The admission gained him a slow, unhurried, thorough kiss, and Arthur decided that sharing his unedited thoughts may be something he tried more often. Gwen was curled up in a chair at the table, the slip she had so enticingly removed back on, and the white dainty blanket about her shoulders enhancing the rich warm tone of her skin. She looked like a cat. A beautiful, tricky, sleek cat.

" He'll be back soon enough." Something in her thoughtful voice made him hesitate, and he wanted to ask what she was thinking, but although Merlin was a loyal friend whose absence was tougher than Arthur would ever confess to him, he didn't want to talk about him now. Not when he had to leave. Sipping her tea, Gwen smiled radiantly at him.

" You make a nice cup of tea Arthur." Now he was a mess of longing again as he caught the suggestive edge of her compliment, and he rolled his shoulders, the ache in his groin a testament to her power over him. He shot her a grin, baring his teeth.

" Why thank you Guinevere." She regarded him with warm amber eyes, her curls lit silver in the dawn light pouring through her window. Time to leave. " Perhaps I'll be able to make you tea again. Soon."

It was a gamble, but one he wouldn't dream of shying away from. Did she want this to recur? Or was this a one time gift, to tighten the bond he could not imagine ever faltering between them? She uncurled her legs, and his stomach flipped as her toes wiggled as they hit the cold tile. Toes. He really needed to get intimate with those delicate suckable toes. She rose from her seat, and placed her cup on the table. Now he was dressed, and the castle no doubt stirring in some corners, the unmistakable need to return to his own chambers-it would never be his home now, not in his heart-was ever more urgent. But he couldn't make his boots move to the door.

" Here." Gwen had fetched a garment from the chest she kept her sewing kit in, and his surprise fluttered behind his ribs. The blue cloak he had worn whilst being Sir William lay in her hands, and she shrugged at the unspoken question in his eyes.

" Merlin asked me to fix the hem, you tore it, on one of your adventures he said." Arthur had no idea whether he had or not, and accepted the rich fabric quietly.

" Right." He really had to go. He took his time pulling it on, tying the fastening at his throat. She looked so vulnerable, watching him prepare to leave. He was transported to the first time he had kissed her, here in this room, wearing this cloak. Somehow it mattered, that he was wearing it once more. " Thank you Guinevere."

" What for?" She met his gaze, surprise and worry clouding her eyes. She was so small, compared to him. So strong and sure. No regrets in her manner, no undue angst about what may result from their passion. His voice broke a little.

" For mending my cloak." For mending me, before I knew I needed mending.

" You are more than welcome Arthur." A secret smile lit her features, and he was lost again. " I quite like mending your clothes. Merlin always brings them to me. You really should take care of them better-"

He silenced her with a kiss, the softest touch of lips, holding them at hers, drinking her in. when he pulled away, her lips followed his across the space between them, and he ached inside. Sir William could have stayed. Arthur Pendragon could not.

" I have to go."

" Of-course." Concern made her solemn. " Will you manage it do you think? Getting back undetected?"

Considering who would bear the consequence should this rendezvous be discovered, her worry struck something fierce in him.

" I'll be careful."

" Good." He could almost hear the jumble of words she held back as she bit her lip, the lower lip he has sucked and licked and kissed till his heart wanted to burst from his chest in the twilight. He waited, knowing her habit of nervous chatter well. Once more his Gwen surprised him, as she smoothed a warm palm to his cheek.

" You have a key now." She tucked it into his hand as she spoke. " So you had better perfect your talent at becoming invisible."

He groaned, and kissed her palm. Now he reached the door and turned back, seeing her in her nightwear, hair loose, eyes soft.

" Today is going to be the longest day in the history of time."

Her giggle carried him from her door, and he pulled the hood of his cloak up, wary of early risers as he traversed the lower town. A small child with a bed pan scurried past to a house further along the road, pausing to loom up at him, blue eyes wide as he stared into Arthur's face. Frozen, Arthur raised a finger to his lips, and after an excruciating moment, the child nodded, before running along to get home.

A child with Gwen's eyes and his charm, Arthur mused, his heart swelling, as he watched the boy open his own front door, and offer him a small awestruck wave, would be no burden. No burden at all.

End

This story is continued with The Empty House :)