A big big thank you to all of my reviewers, I never expected this story to get such a good response, you guys make me so happy :)! I do apologise for the lack of updates, I just started a new job, and everything is hectic haha.
Guinevere pressed her lips together into a tight line as her eyes fell upon her appearance in the mirror – why she was so bothered about what she looked like, she was unsure. After what felt like hours of trying to choose what was suitable to wear, she had eventually settled upon a sleeveless white dress that stopped halfway down her thighs, and had pulled a small black belt around her waist, which she paired with a pair of black pumps, and a denim jacket. She had clipped the top half of her hair back, and applied some mascara and some clear lip-gloss. To say that she was nervous was an understatement; this was just her friends and Arthur, so why did she feel so nervous?!
Snapping out of her thoughts, Guinevere took one last look at herself before she grabbed her brown shoulder bag and pulled it over her shoulder, making her way downstairs as she did so. She headed out of the door, although not before leaving a note for Elyan so that he wouldn't worry and made her way onto the street. She partly knew the way, she just hoped that she could figure out the rest of the way.
"Guinevere!"
The women in question spun around at the sound of her name, and came face to face with a grinning Arthur.
"You do realise that you're going the wrong way, right?" He inquired.
Guinevere narrowed her eyes slightly before she nodded.
"Of course I did, I was just checking for ..er..my cat." She responded with a smile. Arthur simply shook his head with a small chuckle as the pair now began to walk in the right direction. They stayed silent for the rest of the journey, Guinevere mainly taking notes on the way that they were going.
Upon reaching the movie theatre, Guinevere's hazel eyes instantly fell upon both Morgana and Merlin, although they could have been the same person with how close, and sucky faced they were. She wrinkled her nose slightly before elbowing Merlin gently in the side of the rib.
Merlin reluctantly pulled his face away from Morgana's and smirked down towards her.
"It's time for the movie already?" Merlin explained, causing Arthur to roll his eyes rather dramatically.
"Come on." He murmured as he gently placed a hand on the bottom of Guinevere's back and led her into the theatre, closely followed by the other couple where he proceeded to buy both her ticket and her popcorn for her, much to her complaining. She hated it when people bought things for her. Taking a seat next to Arthur, Guinevere glanced over towards Merlin and Morgana who had once again decided to start making out- Arthur was right, that had been their plan.
"That was awesome! Legolas is so bad ass!" Guinevere exclaimed as they made their way out of the theatre. Arthur grinned in response.
"And that dragon was awesome, for a second I thought Bilbo wasn't going to escape! Arthur responded brightly. Both Morgana and Merlin had excused themselves halfway through the movie, Guinevere had a feeling it was due to how engrossed both her and Arthur had been.
"Come on, I'll walk you home, considering that I doubt you would know the way." He teased as he pushed some of his blonde locks out of his eyes. Guinevere simply nodded as she began to follow him down the street that they had come from a few hours earlier. They spent most of their journey home, excitedly conversing about the movie that they had watched; at least they had something in common. Guinevere paused at her front gate, and turned to glance at Arthur who was gazing at her with an unreadable look in his eyes, one that made Guinevere stop breathing for a few moments.
"You're unlike anyone that I've ever met." Arthur murmured, as he kept his gaze fixed upon her. Guinevere swallowed as she kept her eyes locked with his, almost as if she was too frightened to look away, yet she couldn't find anything to say in response.
Without thinking, she leaned up and gently pressed her lips to his cheek, a small smile etching across her lips as she did so. She made to pull away but paused when he held her in place. Slowly, Arthur brushed his lips gently against hers, his grip that was now upon her waist tightening slightly as he held her close, his tongue running across her bottom lip. Guinevere whimpered in response, to which Arthur froze and quickly pulled away from her, a blank expression now crossing his face.
"I have to go, I'm sorry..I..." He started but trailed off and shook his head slightly before running off in the direction to his house, leaving Guinevere stood alone at the end of her gate wondering what the hell happened.