Joyeux anniversaire de mariage

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    “So, Ox starts training on Monday with Scotland Yard,” Arthur informs her. They are having lunch at a café, eating outside, enjoying a pleasant Saturday now that the heat has finally broken.
    “Yes, I know. He told me,” Gwen smiles at him, poking a cucumber from her ensalada with her fork.
    “He did?”
    “Yes, Wednesday. He bombarded me outside again when I was coming to meet you. Picked me up and gave me a huge hug that nearly cracked my ribs, he was so excited,” she laughs.
    Arthur...

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    “Morgana, where would tu like to go for cena tonight?” Uther Pendragon asks from behind his massive mahogany desk, not looking up from the ledger in front of him.
    “I won’t be joining tu for cena tonight, Father,” she answers.
    “No? tu have plans? With whom?”
    “I’m taking Arthur out. I do want to see him while I am in town, tu know.”
    “Arthur who?” Uther asks coldly.
    “Your son,” she respuestas back, just as cold....

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    “Gwen, nice to see you,” Leon says, leaning down and pecking her cheek, giving Arthur’s potential jealousy no consideration at all. He’s just come back down to the pub from his flat above, to be there for the evening.
    “Hello, Leon, how are you? Lovely place tu have here,” she grins at him before peeking at Arthur, who appears unconcerned por his friend’s mostrar of friendly affection.
    “Tired. Tried to catch a nap, but it wasn’t happening,” he says, stretching his neck. “Going to be a long night,”...

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    Arthur stops his motorcycle outside Gwen’s office and he helps her off the back of it. He takes another minuto to appreciate her in her conservative workplace attire, smiling at her.
    “See tu later?” he asks.
    “Of course. tu have my number?” she asks. He nods and pats his pocket with the slip of paper she’s written it on.
    “Come here, you,” he rumbles, pulling her into his arms.
    “Just quickly, people are going to start arriving soon,” she giggles....

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    “Stay,” he asks, taking her hands in his.
    “Arthur, I’d amor to…”
    “But…”
    “But, I have to work tomorrow morning. I have nothing to wear, no toothbrush, and no car. You’ll have to take me home,” she says gently.
    “I suppose you’re right.”
    “But if tu want to pack yourself a small bag…”
    He hops up before she even finishes her sentence and heads back to the bedroom and bathroom to carelessly...

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    “How is your face?” Arthur asks, reaching his hand out to her cheek. “I keep forgetting to ask, because tu keep distracting me.”
    “I keep distracting you?” she asks, and he grins and nods. “And my face is fine, I’ve actually forgotten all about it. I’ve been distracted.”
    He laughs, turning her face with his fingers on her chin. “I think you’ll live. It’s not even swollen any more.” Scowling, he mutters, “Fucking Cenred.”
    “How do tu know them?” she asks....

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    Arthur wanders into the kitchen, clad only in his jeans, curious. “What are we having?”
    “Fried eggs and potatoes, fruit, and scones.”
    “Mmm,” he leans over her shoulder from behind, peeking at the frying pan she is tending. “Smells good,” he says, besar her neck again. “And the food’s not bad either.”
    She laughs and lightly shoves him, “Don’t start that again o we’ll never eat.”
    He sits at the small table, plopping down like a child...

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    “Arthur,” Gwen gasps as his lips connect with her neck, besar a hot, wet trail from her ear to her collarbone, sending a thrill through her center. She reaches up and caresses the side of his head, the bare stubble there tickling her fingers as she gently holds him against her.
    How did I end up beneath him on my couch, besar like we’re both desperate for each other? Oh, that’s right. I invited him in for brunch. desayuno tardío, brunch that never got made, because he dicho my name and my knees turned to water and he came up behind me and...