Oh my! I'm so sorry it's been ten days!
Well, I finished my school term about 6 days ago, and been on holidays since Saturday. I'm so sorry, I just haven't had the time.
Don't worry, this isn't just an AN, here's the next chapter of My Love (:
-Isabella.
I awoke early that morning. My face was slick with water, reaching up, I touched my forehead. Sweat, I had woken up in a cold sweat.
The maid walked in the room then. Curtseying at the door, she walked in slowly with a tray of food. Stll confused, I took it from her gratefully. Arthur still hadn't woken up, so when she tip toed quietly over to the window, the sudden burst of light as she pulled the big draped curtains back roused him quickly. Before he could open his eyes to figure out who had broken his peaceful sleep, the maid scuttled from the room with lightning speed. She'd obviously been around when Arthur was Prince; he always yelled obscenities at whoever was responsible for waking him up. Despite my conditions, I smiled a little to myself as Arthur's head shot around the room looking for the already gone maid. Finally, his eyes rested on me.
"Gw- Guinevere! Are you okay? You've broken out in a sweat." He rested his hand on my forehead. A look of confusion flashed across his face. "No temperature. Did you have a bad dream?" I hadn't thought of that. Recognition formed on my face, and Arthur sighed, pulling me to his chest. "What is it that has you worried, my Queen?"
I chuckled in spite of myself. "I really do not know. I don't remember having a dream last night, but the room does not feel hot at all." True, the bedroom was at a cool temperature, and, looking out the windows I could see that it had rained during the night. Puddles littered the city streets and the new drain pipes had a fresh flow of water trickling along them and into the old lake. I yawned; this dream had obviously taken all my energy from me.
"Shall I take you to Gaius? He may have a tonic to help you sleep." I shook my head no. Arthur smoothed my unruly hair down with his hand. His other traced light circles on my back, causing me to shiver.
"I will be fine. Just a bad dream, nothing to worry about. I appreciate your concern though; you're too kind to me." I smiled, reached up and kissed him tenderly on the lips. Just the softest touch and I already seemed to want more. Looking into his eyes as I pulled away from him, I could tell he was feeling the same. Once I'd gotten off the bed and about five metres from him, I felt I could take a proper breath. It was shaky, but I managed to make my way from him over to the bath where I pulled the door shut behind me quietly.
Undressing quickly, I washed and dried myself in a matter of minutes. Reaching for the change of clothes the maid had kindly put over the towel railing, I changed swiftly into the turquoise dress with ease. Checking over my appearance in the mirror, I took a deep breath and opened the bathroom door. Unfortunately, the lusty feelings still plagued my mind, and for a moment I was thankful that Arthur did not appear to be in the room. The calm was short lived.
Less than a second later, I felt a hand weave around my waste and pull me into a broad chest. Gasping, I looked up and met Arthur's beautiful blue eyes. He had a slight mischievous grin on his face, his hair artfully messy. Gulping loudly, I wasn't given much more than a few seconds to recover before he bought his lips down to mine with a passion that rivalled my own. Instantly, I could taste the sweet honey of his lips; feel the warmth of his tongue as it begged for entrance. Complying, I sighed contentedly into his mouth and he shivered as my breath washed over his tongue. Smiling under his lips, I deepened the kiss by reaching up my hands and tangling them into his hair. Once they had a firm grip, I pulled his face closer to mine, bringing our lips closer than I thought possible. I felt his teeth graze hesitantly across my bottom lip, nipping at it slightly as he littered little kisses across my mouth. Eventually, the burden of needing air pulled me away from his lips, and I gulped it in greedily, waiting for it to fill my lungs and keep me from passing out right then and there. Arthur obviously had stronger lungs than I, as he slid both arms around my waist, pulled me closer to him and proceeded to kiss me teasingly across my face, down my neck, along my shoulders…
Before we went too far though, I reached for his face and pulled it up to my level. His eyes stopped my words; they were darker than usual, smouldering with lust and love. His breathing was fast and shallow, his lungs giving their last desperate pleas for him to take in oxygen. My head finally came to, and my mouth formed the words I'd thought of the whole time. Well, the three words.
"I love you." It was barely a whisper, but it crossed the small distance between us with ease. His breath caught, and his hand reached up to cup my cheek.
"And I love you, Guinevere- more than anything. Never forget that." The sincerity in his voice almost knocked me off my feet. The intense longing made itself comfortable between the love and lust he had in his eyes. I smiled.
So you can imagine my annoyance when the door opened and in came little Gwen.
"I am so very sorry your highness but there is a riot in the city. People are dying."
We froze.
Aww, I'm so sorry it's not a very good chapter at all. I had to rush things to get it up on fanfic. I promise the next one will be better, and with a bit of action instead of all this lovey sappy dovey stuff (:
thank you guys for waiting so long.
-Isabella.