Arthur and Guinevere: It's A Start (2)

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    Arthur sweeps back into the royal chambers, speaking as he does so. “Well, we’ve got that all worked out. The extra stations are set and the new rotation is all worked out. Leon is a genius at that, really. And I also dispatched a small Поиск party west to track Lord Dungba…” he trails off when he hears a watery noise from the sleeping quarters. He drops his gloves and sword ремень, пояс, пояса on the таблица and steps quietly over to investigate. He sees маргаритка kneeling behind Guinevere, squeezing water from her wet hair with a towel, drying it as it hangs over...

Okay, so Ты all don't come after me with torches and pitchforks now that I've finished "Fire," I have a new giftie for Ты all. This first bit was inspired by the coronation kiss.

    “This crown is heavy,” Guinevere whispers into Arthur’s ear. The coronation feast is in full свинг, качели and with everyone eating they have some time to talk to one another relatively uninterrupted.
    Arthur chuckles, telling her, “Yes, in еще ways than one sometimes.” Then he kisses her earlobe lightly before straightening back up. The light caress of his lips makes...

He was striving for innocuous unsuccessfully at the moment what with constant drip, drip, drip, down the back of his воротник like slow water torture from the лестничная клетка, лестница above.

Still, it was an excellent vantage point for улица, уличный level. That is so long as he continued to crouch just below sight lines. He flexed fatigued thigh muscles cracking his spine for good measure and felt some semblance of relief in the movement.

Damp leather gloves adjusted his воротник as he hissed feeling the pull of the impromptu patchwork quilt Merlin had done closing the wound on his forearm just hours before; would have...

Part 35: link


    “I never knew room-temperature chicken could taste so good,” Arthur says, taking another bite from a leg.
    “That’s the beauty of fried chicken. Even cold, it’s still good.”
    They are sitting close together on the sofa, a regal spread from KFC arrayed on the таблица in front of them. Gwen has her feet tucked up, her toes snuggled under Arthur’s thigh. She is wearing her Избранное t-shirt of his again.
    “You know, I have an entire drawer full of t-shirts Ты can choose from,”...