Arthur & Gwen- " The Kiss"

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“Arthur, tu should come and eat something, dear.” Hunith calls out to Arthur from the kitchen. He and Merlin have taken residence in Ealdor for the past few weeks waiting for Arthur to fully heal from his near fatal injury. Merlin and Arthur are still on the outs and speak very little to each other. Arthur has been insistent on returning to Camelot as soon as possible though his present lack of a horse and full balance to walk on his own is his prevention. He misses Guinevere terribly and enjoys being alone to think of her. Tonight he has decided to watch the sun set as it...

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    Gwen opens her eyes to find herself lying on the floor of the gateway. “Arthur?” she calls, looking around. “Arthur?” a little más urgently this time.
    Suddenly he is there, immediately crouching beside her, sitting, pulling her into his embrace.
    “Guinevere, I’m so proud of you,” he whispers. “He’s beautiful, he’s just beautiful,” he says, burying his face in her neck.
    “Of course tu think he’s beautiful, Arthur, he looks just like you,” she says, hitching an...

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Twelve

Prompt: Prompt: 12 days of navidad my true amor gave to me

It’s late, it’s cold, and all I want to do is stoke up my little fuego and crawl into my cama with three o four blankets.

I give the door an extra shove to make sure it’s securely closed against the draft. I light a candle and am just about to turn to the wood box when I see it.

What on earth? It’s soft, but heavy, wrapped in parchment and tied with a red ribbon.

My corazón pounds as I pull the ribbon, setting it aside. Waste not, want not. Inside is a large, thick wool blanket, red. I unfurl it and run my hand across...

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    Why am I cold? Arthur is slowly waking. He gropes around, feeling for Guinevere, eyes still closed. No Gwen. Oh. That’s why
    He opens his eyes when he hears the ducha, ducha de turn on. Good, I haven’t missed her, he thinks, swinging his feet to the floor. He feels groggy this morning. It’s your own damn fault, man. tu were the one that couldn’t keep your hands off of her.
    Several hours after they had fallen asleep, Arthur had woken up and decided he was ready for Round Four, and so he kissed and caressed Guinevere...

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    “Well, I don’t know about you, but I’m completely soaked,” Gwen laughs as they scurry into Arthur’s flat. They had gone out for a walk after dinner, but failed to check the weather forecast. They got caught in a surprise summer rainstorm and had to run home.
    “Best get tu out of those wet clothes, then,” Arthur teases. She runs down the hall ahead of him, out of his grasp. “Oh, no, tu don’t…” he calls, following behind, not running, but taking long rápido, swift strides through the room and down the hall.
    He...

Heads up: más steaminess ensues.

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    Arthur crawls forward, besar her, so that she has no choice but to lie back against the pillows. This time he is pulling at his own camisa, camiseta and unbuckling his own cinturón, correa as he prowls forward. He once again yanks the camisa, camiseta over his head and tosses it in the general direction of a clothes hamper he keeps in a corner. Then he descends back down to her, besar deeply, as if it has been months since they’d been together instead of merely hours. He is determined to take his time this time, and he slows his pace. She seems to notice...