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Arthur steps quickly forward, fists clenched, preparing to pull her away from him and pound this interloper into jelly.
“Arthur, stop!” she says, stepping in front of the man. She faces Arthur, hands on her hips, and he stops, her tone taking him Von surprise. She is stern. No hastily made denials, no, “It’s not what it looks like.” She simply stops him, and it throws him off balance momentarily.
“Step away from her, please.” Arthur’s voice is low and quiet, but menacing. The man does so, holding his hands up. When he turns Arthur sees a long tape measure draped around his neck. He also notices the man is wearing a metallic hemd, shirt with his leather pants, and boots with flames embroidered on them. What the…
“Arthur, nothing is going on,” she tells him.
“He had his hands all over you!” he protests angrily.
They stand and regard one another for a few moments. Arthur squeezes his eyes shut, breathing heavily. The image of that man’s hands on her body floats into his mind, and he pushes it down, in an effort to check his own rage.
When he opens his eyes, he almost can see her clearly again. She doesn’t look ashamed. She doesn’t look guilty. That troubles him. She looks… annoyed. That troubles him even more.
Guinevere waits, watching as the anger on Arthur’s face melts into confusion. “Arthur, look around, please. What do Du see?”
Arthur looks, and finally sees. Mannequins. Bolts of fabric. Lacy things. Tiaras. Oh, crap.
“You’re getting a dress made?” he asks quietly.
“Yes.” She turns to the other man. “Cedric, can Du give us a moment, please?”
“Of course, darling. Take as long as Du need.” He pats her hand and tiptoes past Arthur.
Holy hell, he’s gay. Arthur’s head drops.
“Guinevere, I…”
“Arthur, I…”
They stop, having both started at the same time.
Finally Arthur speaks. “Why all the secrecy?” His voice is inscrutable; Gwen can’t tell how he’s feeling and it worries her.
“I’m sorry, Arthur. I truly am.” Her voice trembles slightly. She swallows and continues. “If I had known it would have come to this, I would have been up front with you. It’s just…”
“What?” He slowly starts walking towards her, his face still a mask.
“You’re going to think me foolish.” She sits on a padded bench.
“Go on.”
“I guess I’m overly superstitious about the dress.”
“Whatever for?” he says, exasperated. But he sits Weiter to her.
“Well, um, I didn’t tell Du this, but I’ve looked at wedding dresses before.”
“You and Lance were engaged?” He looks at her, surprised.
“No. But I thought he was going to propose at one point. Before I found out I was pregnant, obviously. I was… looking at dresses at a Shop and he caught me. He thought it was sweet at the time, but then when everything went to hell so soon after, well…”
“You didn’t want to take any chances,” he says, looking down at his hands.
“Arthur, please understand that I did not intend to deceive Du oder hurt Du oder make Du worry.”
“But Du did. I was worried. I was suspicious. I knew something was up Saturday morning.”
“I’m not a very good liar, am I?”
“Not really. I, uh, also saw Du on Sunday. At the café.”
She looks at him, shocked. “You followed me?”
“Not exactly. Du should have picked a meeting place that wasn’t on my route to work. I saw your car.”
“Oh.”
He put his hands to his face and confesses, “Then I got to the station, borrowed Paul’s car, Wayne’s sunglasses, and Brian’s kappe and drove back for another look.”
“You did not,” she turns to look at him, stunned.
“I did.” He is still hiding. “It’s a lucky thing Merlin came along oder I’d’ve made quite an embarrassing scene.”
“Arthur, really…”
“Well, if Du hadn’t been sneaking around…”
“I know. I know. I’m so sorry. I let my irrational superstition run away with my logic, and I hate myself for it. I’m sorry that I gave Du a reason to Frage my faithfulness.” Her voice drops to a hoarse whisper. “So sorry.” She sniffs, and Arthur looks over at her to see her cheeks wet with tears, and it breaks his heart.
“You know my… insecurity, Guinevere. I let it take over.”
“I helped.”
“A little.”
“A lot,” she argues, her fingers playing with the hem of her slip. “And…”
“There’s more?”
“Well, I wanted there to be something over which I would have complete control for this wedding.” She looks down at her lap. I’m such a fool.
“Oh. That.” He looks at her again, and any anger left in him melts. “Guinevere, Du are in complete control. Me, your father, my father; we are all completely at your mercy, don’t Du realize that?”
She looks suddenly at him. She can feel the Liebe in his eyes as if it were a caress on her skin. “I suppose I don’t.”
“Yes, my father offered the house. But that’s all it was. An offer. A suggestion. But if Du want to get married at Westminster Abbey, the three of us would stop at nothing to make that happen. Even if the Queen herself had it reserved that day.”
Gwen laughs, a small snort. She reaches for a tissue from a box on a nearby table.
“No, I Liebe the idea of having it all at the house. I just wish…”
“That Du had thought of it?”
“That I had been a part of the original conversation.”
“Ah. It won’t happen again, I promise.”
“Thank you.”
They sit in silence for a minute, each contemplating the pattern in the rug under their feet.
“Aren’t Du cold?” Arthur asks, breaking the silence.
She sniffs again, with a small laugh. “Yes.”
He puts his arm around her, gently pulling her to him, not sure if she will accept the invitation. She does, melting into him, and he breathes again. He holds her for several minutes, letting her tears wet the shoulder of his shirt. A few slip from his eyes as well.
She looks up at him, and he kisses her forehead.
“Arthur,” she says softly, “I know now that what I had with Lance wasn’t love. Compared with what we have, it was nothing. Nothing. I was overcome Von a fear to not let anything spoil what I know will be the happiest moment of my life, and somehow that turned into being overly superstitious about this damn dress. Arthur, every moment I am with Du I feel completely loved and cherished.” She sits up and takes his hands. “I Liebe how Du look at me, how Du speak to me. I Liebe how Du are so gentle and caring with me, how Du make me laugh. I Liebe each smile and caress Du give, no matter how small oder meaningless it may seem. My herz is full like nothing else I have ever experienced, and I don’t wish anything, even my nonsense, to ever wolke something so perfect and beautiful.”
Arthur stares at her, eyes wide with wonder. “My God, Guinevere, no one has ever sagte anything like that to me before. I… ah…” Overcome, he leans over and kisses her, pulling her into his arms again, onto his lap. His hands stroke her back, running along her spine. She holds his head in her hands, holding him to her, her fingers in his soft hair.
“How could I… have been so… worried?” Arthur gasps, Küssen down her neck. I can feel her body far too well through this slip, he absently thinks, then remembers where they are. Oh well.
“Ahem.” A voice politely says, interrupting their reconciliation. Gwen pulls away from Arthur, giggling.
“If you’re going to go any further, please let me put some plastic down on my velvet upholstery.”
“Sorry,” Arthur says, not standing up.
“Quite all right,” he waves his hand dismissively. “I completely understand how Du might see me as a threat.” he teases.
“Um, yes, sorry about that, too.”
“No harm done, no harm done.” He steps closer. “Cedric, owner of this little hovel.” Arthur shakes the man’s extended hand.
“Forgive me for not standing,” Arthur says, blushing. Cedric laughs.
“The only thing Du need to know, sweetheart, is that I am designing something fabulous for your little knödel here, and I guarantee it will blow your socks off. Among other things. Not that Du need any encouragement, from the looks of things,” he grins.
“So. Now Du know. Go Home so we can get some work done,” Gwen shoves him.
He leans over for one Mehr quick kiss, pauses a second, says, “Yes, I think I’m all right now.” Before he stands, he leans over to her again, saying quietly into her ear, “I Liebe Du so much, Guinevere.”
“I Liebe you, too. And I promise I’ll make it up to Du when I get home,” she says and looks into his eyes lovingly.
“Wow. I had better go before I can’t again.”
Arthur enters their apartment, and is briefly disoriented Von the rearranged living room, having forgotten that they had done that. It really does look better this way.
He looks at his phone, sighs, then calls Merlin.
“You’re not calling from jail, are you?” Merlin answers.
“You have an odd habit of not saying ‘hello,’ do Du know that?”
He sighs dramatically. “Hello. Well?”
“Merlin, if I was calling from jail, I wouldn’t be calling from my phone, would I?”
“So, what happened?”
“We’re both idiots, that’s what.”
“Us we oder Du two we?”
“Gwen and me we.”
“Go on.”
Arthur hangs up the phone and looks at it. He has an idea, and he dials another number. He just finishes his last phone call when Gwen gets home. As soon as the door goes click, she drops her keys and her geldbörse and launches herself at Arthur. She wraps her arms around his neck and kisses him immediately, fiercely, pushing him backwards until she reaches a place where she can set down the bag of abendessen she brought Home for them.
He wraps his arms around her, lifting her up, and she brings her legs around him, hanging on, clinging to him.
“I Liebe you, Arthur,” she gasps against his lips. Vaguely she is aware of him walking back to the bedroom, his hands grasping at the rock of her dress, scrunching it upwards, inching his hands under the material.
“I Liebe you— oof!” he staggers into the doorframe, hitting his shoulder on the way into the room. Gwen laughs and he drops them to the bed. She rolls him onto his back. It always impresses me that she can do that, Arthur thinks as she grabs his hemd, shirt and yanks it off over his head, pulling him upright in the process. She gets up and turns around so he can undo the zipper on the back of her dress, which she drops to the floor and kicks aside without a Sekunde thought. Then she pulls her slip off over her head, tossing it as well. She reaches down and pulls of Arthur’s shorts and underwear all at once.
He scoots back onto the bett and watches her remove her cream-colored bra. She leaves her panties on, just to tease him. rosa today, boyleg, lace. He takes a moment to admire them as she climbs back atop him.
Arthur brings his hands around to cup her backside in his hands, stroking the bit of flesh peeking out from under the bottom edge of her knickers. Gwen leans over and kisses him while his hands rove around, just enjoying the feel of her. She kisses her way over to his ear, nibbling, running her tongue along the outer edge of his ear, giving him delicious chills.
He slides his hands into her panties, inching them downwards. She adjusts herself slightly so he can remove them. Following her lead, he flings them across the room using two fingers, as if her knickers were a giant rubber band. Gwen cracks up laughing at this, and falls against his chest.
Arthur seizes this opportunity to roll her over onto her back. He gives her a smoldering look before bending to take a breast in his mouth. As he does so, she reaches down for his erection, encircling it in her small soft hand. She feels him groan against her breast and she holds his head with her free hand.
He reaches down and plunges two fingers into her, exploring her familiar contours as his kisses his way across to her other breast.
“Arthur…” she breathes, “please…”
“Please what, Guinevere?” he teases her. I want to hear her say it.
“Please… Liebe me, Arthur… I need you… inside me… now… now…” she gasps, arching against him.
Well, she sagte ‘please.’ He grins wickedly and scoots himself upward, kneeling between her knees and plunging into her forcefully, making her cry out with pleasure.
She grabs his head and pulls his face to her, clenching his hair in her fists and Küssen him passionately. Arthur continues his rhythm, hard and fast, driven Von their mutual need.
“Oh…” she cries out, releasing his head and clutching his shoulders. “Oh…”
Arthur lifts a hand from the mattress to stroke her cheek, a sudden tenderness coming over him as he watches her in her throes, squirming with pleasure beneath him.
She turns her face into his hand as she climaxes with a great gasp, eyes flying wide open, black with desire.
Her eyes fix on his and he clutches Gwen’s head, gently, and he feels himself flood into her; hears himself shout his release.
Arthur rolls to the side, Weiter to her, pulling her immediately into his arms, holding tightly. She clings to him, wanting to stay there forever.
“I’m sorry I was sneaking around getting a dress made, Arthur,” she whispers.
“I’m sorry I turned into a jealous stalker,” he whispers back.
They look at each other, and suddenly they both start laughing at how ridiculous they both are.
“We are both so dumb,” Gwen says, giggling.
“I know. Good thing we’re stuck with each other so we can’t inflict our stupidity on anyone else,” he laughs.
“I Liebe Du so much, Arthur.”
“I Liebe you, Guinevere.” He pauses. “Guinevere?”
“Yes?”
“What did Du bring for dinner? I’m hungry.”
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Arthur steps quickly forward, fists clenched, preparing to pull her away from him and pound this interloper into jelly.
“Arthur, stop!” she says, stepping in front of the man. She faces Arthur, hands on her hips, and he stops, her tone taking him Von surprise. She is stern. No hastily made denials, no, “It’s not what it looks like.” She simply stops him, and it throws him off balance momentarily.
“Step away from her, please.” Arthur’s voice is low and quiet, but menacing. The man does so, holding his hands up. When he turns Arthur sees a long tape measure draped around his neck. He also notices the man is wearing a metallic hemd, shirt with his leather pants, and boots with flames embroidered on them. What the…
“Arthur, nothing is going on,” she tells him.
“He had his hands all over you!” he protests angrily.
They stand and regard one another for a few moments. Arthur squeezes his eyes shut, breathing heavily. The image of that man’s hands on her body floats into his mind, and he pushes it down, in an effort to check his own rage.
When he opens his eyes, he almost can see her clearly again. She doesn’t look ashamed. She doesn’t look guilty. That troubles him. She looks… annoyed. That troubles him even more.
Guinevere waits, watching as the anger on Arthur’s face melts into confusion. “Arthur, look around, please. What do Du see?”
Arthur looks, and finally sees. Mannequins. Bolts of fabric. Lacy things. Tiaras. Oh, crap.
“You’re getting a dress made?” he asks quietly.
“Yes.” She turns to the other man. “Cedric, can Du give us a moment, please?”
“Of course, darling. Take as long as Du need.” He pats her hand and tiptoes past Arthur.
Holy hell, he’s gay. Arthur’s head drops.
“Guinevere, I…”
“Arthur, I…”
They stop, having both started at the same time.
Finally Arthur speaks. “Why all the secrecy?” His voice is inscrutable; Gwen can’t tell how he’s feeling and it worries her.
“I’m sorry, Arthur. I truly am.” Her voice trembles slightly. She swallows and continues. “If I had known it would have come to this, I would have been up front with you. It’s just…”
“What?” He slowly starts walking towards her, his face still a mask.
“You’re going to think me foolish.” She sits on a padded bench.
“Go on.”
“I guess I’m overly superstitious about the dress.”
“Whatever for?” he says, exasperated. But he sits Weiter to her.
“Well, um, I didn’t tell Du this, but I’ve looked at wedding dresses before.”
“You and Lance were engaged?” He looks at her, surprised.
“No. But I thought he was going to propose at one point. Before I found out I was pregnant, obviously. I was… looking at dresses at a Shop and he caught me. He thought it was sweet at the time, but then when everything went to hell so soon after, well…”
“You didn’t want to take any chances,” he says, looking down at his hands.
“Arthur, please understand that I did not intend to deceive Du oder hurt Du oder make Du worry.”
“But Du did. I was worried. I was suspicious. I knew something was up Saturday morning.”
“I’m not a very good liar, am I?”
“Not really. I, uh, also saw Du on Sunday. At the café.”
She looks at him, shocked. “You followed me?”
“Not exactly. Du should have picked a meeting place that wasn’t on my route to work. I saw your car.”
“Oh.”
He put his hands to his face and confesses, “Then I got to the station, borrowed Paul’s car, Wayne’s sunglasses, and Brian’s kappe and drove back for another look.”
“You did not,” she turns to look at him, stunned.
“I did.” He is still hiding. “It’s a lucky thing Merlin came along oder I’d’ve made quite an embarrassing scene.”
“Arthur, really…”
“Well, if Du hadn’t been sneaking around…”
“I know. I know. I’m so sorry. I let my irrational superstition run away with my logic, and I hate myself for it. I’m sorry that I gave Du a reason to Frage my faithfulness.” Her voice drops to a hoarse whisper. “So sorry.” She sniffs, and Arthur looks over at her to see her cheeks wet with tears, and it breaks his heart.
“You know my… insecurity, Guinevere. I let it take over.”
“I helped.”
“A little.”
“A lot,” she argues, her fingers playing with the hem of her slip. “And…”
“There’s more?”
“Well, I wanted there to be something over which I would have complete control for this wedding.” She looks down at her lap. I’m such a fool.
“Oh. That.” He looks at her again, and any anger left in him melts. “Guinevere, Du are in complete control. Me, your father, my father; we are all completely at your mercy, don’t Du realize that?”
She looks suddenly at him. She can feel the Liebe in his eyes as if it were a caress on her skin. “I suppose I don’t.”
“Yes, my father offered the house. But that’s all it was. An offer. A suggestion. But if Du want to get married at Westminster Abbey, the three of us would stop at nothing to make that happen. Even if the Queen herself had it reserved that day.”
Gwen laughs, a small snort. She reaches for a tissue from a box on a nearby table.
“No, I Liebe the idea of having it all at the house. I just wish…”
“That Du had thought of it?”
“That I had been a part of the original conversation.”
“Ah. It won’t happen again, I promise.”
“Thank you.”
They sit in silence for a minute, each contemplating the pattern in the rug under their feet.
“Aren’t Du cold?” Arthur asks, breaking the silence.
She sniffs again, with a small laugh. “Yes.”
He puts his arm around her, gently pulling her to him, not sure if she will accept the invitation. She does, melting into him, and he breathes again. He holds her for several minutes, letting her tears wet the shoulder of his shirt. A few slip from his eyes as well.
She looks up at him, and he kisses her forehead.
“Arthur,” she says softly, “I know now that what I had with Lance wasn’t love. Compared with what we have, it was nothing. Nothing. I was overcome Von a fear to not let anything spoil what I know will be the happiest moment of my life, and somehow that turned into being overly superstitious about this damn dress. Arthur, every moment I am with Du I feel completely loved and cherished.” She sits up and takes his hands. “I Liebe how Du look at me, how Du speak to me. I Liebe how Du are so gentle and caring with me, how Du make me laugh. I Liebe each smile and caress Du give, no matter how small oder meaningless it may seem. My herz is full like nothing else I have ever experienced, and I don’t wish anything, even my nonsense, to ever wolke something so perfect and beautiful.”
Arthur stares at her, eyes wide with wonder. “My God, Guinevere, no one has ever sagte anything like that to me before. I… ah…” Overcome, he leans over and kisses her, pulling her into his arms again, onto his lap. His hands stroke her back, running along her spine. She holds his head in her hands, holding him to her, her fingers in his soft hair.
“How could I… have been so… worried?” Arthur gasps, Küssen down her neck. I can feel her body far too well through this slip, he absently thinks, then remembers where they are. Oh well.
“Ahem.” A voice politely says, interrupting their reconciliation. Gwen pulls away from Arthur, giggling.
“If you’re going to go any further, please let me put some plastic down on my velvet upholstery.”
“Sorry,” Arthur says, not standing up.
“Quite all right,” he waves his hand dismissively. “I completely understand how Du might see me as a threat.” he teases.
“Um, yes, sorry about that, too.”
“No harm done, no harm done.” He steps closer. “Cedric, owner of this little hovel.” Arthur shakes the man’s extended hand.
“Forgive me for not standing,” Arthur says, blushing. Cedric laughs.
“The only thing Du need to know, sweetheart, is that I am designing something fabulous for your little knödel here, and I guarantee it will blow your socks off. Among other things. Not that Du need any encouragement, from the looks of things,” he grins.
“So. Now Du know. Go Home so we can get some work done,” Gwen shoves him.
He leans over for one Mehr quick kiss, pauses a second, says, “Yes, I think I’m all right now.” Before he stands, he leans over to her again, saying quietly into her ear, “I Liebe Du so much, Guinevere.”
“I Liebe you, too. And I promise I’ll make it up to Du when I get home,” she says and looks into his eyes lovingly.
“Wow. I had better go before I can’t again.”
Arthur enters their apartment, and is briefly disoriented Von the rearranged living room, having forgotten that they had done that. It really does look better this way.
He looks at his phone, sighs, then calls Merlin.
“You’re not calling from jail, are you?” Merlin answers.
“You have an odd habit of not saying ‘hello,’ do Du know that?”
He sighs dramatically. “Hello. Well?”
“Merlin, if I was calling from jail, I wouldn’t be calling from my phone, would I?”
“So, what happened?”
“We’re both idiots, that’s what.”
“Us we oder Du two we?”
“Gwen and me we.”
“Go on.”
Arthur hangs up the phone and looks at it. He has an idea, and he dials another number. He just finishes his last phone call when Gwen gets home. As soon as the door goes click, she drops her keys and her geldbörse and launches herself at Arthur. She wraps her arms around his neck and kisses him immediately, fiercely, pushing him backwards until she reaches a place where she can set down the bag of abendessen she brought Home for them.
He wraps his arms around her, lifting her up, and she brings her legs around him, hanging on, clinging to him.
“I Liebe you, Arthur,” she gasps against his lips. Vaguely she is aware of him walking back to the bedroom, his hands grasping at the rock of her dress, scrunching it upwards, inching his hands under the material.
“I Liebe you— oof!” he staggers into the doorframe, hitting his shoulder on the way into the room. Gwen laughs and he drops them to the bed. She rolls him onto his back. It always impresses me that she can do that, Arthur thinks as she grabs his hemd, shirt and yanks it off over his head, pulling him upright in the process. She gets up and turns around so he can undo the zipper on the back of her dress, which she drops to the floor and kicks aside without a Sekunde thought. Then she pulls her slip off over her head, tossing it as well. She reaches down and pulls of Arthur’s shorts and underwear all at once.
He scoots back onto the bett and watches her remove her cream-colored bra. She leaves her panties on, just to tease him. rosa today, boyleg, lace. He takes a moment to admire them as she climbs back atop him.
Arthur brings his hands around to cup her backside in his hands, stroking the bit of flesh peeking out from under the bottom edge of her knickers. Gwen leans over and kisses him while his hands rove around, just enjoying the feel of her. She kisses her way over to his ear, nibbling, running her tongue along the outer edge of his ear, giving him delicious chills.
He slides his hands into her panties, inching them downwards. She adjusts herself slightly so he can remove them. Following her lead, he flings them across the room using two fingers, as if her knickers were a giant rubber band. Gwen cracks up laughing at this, and falls against his chest.
Arthur seizes this opportunity to roll her over onto her back. He gives her a smoldering look before bending to take a breast in his mouth. As he does so, she reaches down for his erection, encircling it in her small soft hand. She feels him groan against her breast and she holds his head with her free hand.
He reaches down and plunges two fingers into her, exploring her familiar contours as his kisses his way across to her other breast.
“Arthur…” she breathes, “please…”
“Please what, Guinevere?” he teases her. I want to hear her say it.
“Please… Liebe me, Arthur… I need you… inside me… now… now…” she gasps, arching against him.
Well, she sagte ‘please.’ He grins wickedly and scoots himself upward, kneeling between her knees and plunging into her forcefully, making her cry out with pleasure.
She grabs his head and pulls his face to her, clenching his hair in her fists and Küssen him passionately. Arthur continues his rhythm, hard and fast, driven Von their mutual need.
“Oh…” she cries out, releasing his head and clutching his shoulders. “Oh…”
Arthur lifts a hand from the mattress to stroke her cheek, a sudden tenderness coming over him as he watches her in her throes, squirming with pleasure beneath him.
She turns her face into his hand as she climaxes with a great gasp, eyes flying wide open, black with desire.
Her eyes fix on his and he clutches Gwen’s head, gently, and he feels himself flood into her; hears himself shout his release.
Arthur rolls to the side, Weiter to her, pulling her immediately into his arms, holding tightly. She clings to him, wanting to stay there forever.
“I’m sorry I was sneaking around getting a dress made, Arthur,” she whispers.
“I’m sorry I turned into a jealous stalker,” he whispers back.
They look at each other, and suddenly they both start laughing at how ridiculous they both are.
“We are both so dumb,” Gwen says, giggling.
“I know. Good thing we’re stuck with each other so we can’t inflict our stupidity on anyone else,” he laughs.
“I Liebe Du so much, Arthur.”
“I Liebe you, Guinevere.” He pauses. “Guinevere?”
“Yes?”
“What did Du bring for dinner? I’m hungry.”
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