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Midnight. Gwen is dead on her feet. Mehr accurately, she is dead in Arthur’s lap, her head on his shoulder. He absently strokes her back softly as they sit at a table, chatting with Leon and Thea. Their fathers had left two hours prior, discussing something about meeting Monday morning at the bank to switch Tom’s accounts over to Uther’s bank.
It was bound to happen, Arthur had told Gwen, and she laughed.
“Well, dear, I suppose we should get Home and relieve the babysitter,” Leon says, standing and holding his hand out to Thea. She takes it and stands.
“It was so nice to meet you, Gwen,” she says, then adds with an impish smile, “We shall have to get together sometime and commiserate.”
“I’d like that very much,” Gwen says, standing to hug them both. Arthur stands as well to hug Thea and shake Leon’s hand.
“See Du tomorrow, Chief,” Leon says. He puts his arm around his wife’s shoulders and they leave.
“Ugh, don’t remind me,” Arthur replies, looking at Gwen.
“It will give me time to get settled in,” Gwen tells him, taking his hand.
“I know, but I hate working weekends now that I have you. Last weekend was the worst, not seeing Du until Sunday.”
“I know; it went Von so slowly. I need to coordinate my work schedule so I work the same Saturdays as you,” she smiles. “It was good timing for my time of the month, though,” she says, laughing.
“Ach, I don’t want to hear about that, thank Du very much,” he grimaces and she laughs at him.
Gwen looks around the room. All that remain are the young and single. Morgana and Wayne have disappeared completely and Merlin has been sitting at a tabelle talking with Freya for the last hour.
“Let’s go home,” she says.
“Please.”
As they walk to the door, Gwen slides her hand into Arthur’s front hosen, hose pocket.
“Whoa! What are… oh,” he says as she extracts her hand, clutching his car keys.
“I’m driving,” she declares. She knows exactly what he’s had to drink this evening. It’s not terrifically much, but certainly enough. Arthur does not protest.
Back at Arthur’s flat – their flat now, Gwen stands just inside the door and surveys the boxes littering the room. She sighs.
“You have the rest of the weekend, love, don’t worry about it,” Arthur tells her, pulling her into his arms.
“I’m not worried about it, I just don’t want to do it,” she laughs.
“Lazy,” he teases her.
“That would be correct.” She lifts her face to his for a kiss, which he happily grants.
“Tired?” he asks, lifting his lips away from hers.
“Not that tired.”
With that, Arthur stoops down, wraps his arms around her and lifts her feet from the floor. She hugs his neck and as he walks down the hall, navigating through her things, she wraps her legs around his waist to further support herself as he walks.
“Mmm,” he registers his pleasure at her legs surrounding him. She kisses the side of his neck. He lets go of her to drop her on the bed, but she hangs on, laughing.
“Ha, nice try,” she challenges.
“All right then,” he turns around so his back is to the bett and falls backward onto it, landing with her on oben, nach oben of him.
“Whoa!” she laughs harder.
“Hey, I could have fallen forward, Du know,” he is laughing, too, then he captures her lips in his, Küssen her fiercely, hungrily.
Straddling him, Gwen pulls away suddenly, and Arthur pouts for a moment until she starts undressing him.
She unbuttons his shirt, Küssen each inch of flesh she exposes as she goes. Arthur closes his eyes, enjoying the familiar burn of her lips on his skin. Arthur feels her run her tongue down his stomach to his navel, planting a KISS on it before she thrusts his hemd, shirt open, shoving it from his shoulders. He lifts his shoulders and she removes it completely, stopping to KISS the faint yellow remains of the bruise on his left shoulder.
“Play fair,” Arthur says, reaching for her shirt, a snug-fitting tank oben, nach oben that has been taunting him all night. He pulls it off over her head, exposing her breasts to his hungry gaze. He sits vorwärts-, nach vorn and dives into them. Her head falls back and she sighs, running her fingers into his hair, her fingertips stroking his scalp, making his head tingle. He moans into her, sliding his hands down her back, reaching for her skirt.
She is still astride him, so she shifts to one side and he is suddenly over her, his lips on her neck, his hands sliding her rock down. He runs his hands back up her smooth thighs, and she squirms slightly, enjoying the sensation.
Gwen’s hands reach for Arthur’s belt. “Play fair,” she echoes him, undoing the gürtel and opening his trousers. He chuckles and helps remove them.
“Hmm. Still not even,” she says, looking at him. “Your pants are much bigger than mine,” she smiles wickedly at him.
His eyes are dark with desire as he admires the black riemen, string, tanga she is wearing. “I don’t think I’d fit in those,” he counters. She laughs, and he descends onto her again, reaching for them.
“You, too, mister,” she says, and yanks his underwear off.
Growling with passion, he returns to her and slides into her, taking her quite Von surprise. “Oh!” she exclaims, as he moves in and out several times, not fast, then withdraws completely.
He’s just toying with me, then, she thinks. Two can play that game. She reaches down for him, finding his member slightly sticky, but still rock hard. She squeezes, just hard enough, and he groans, returning his lips to her breasts, alternating nibbles and bites with licks and soft kisses, his hand descending between her legs to pleasure her with his fingers. She whimpers at his touch and he smiles against her breasts.
Gwen summons her willpower and pulls away from Arthur. He is driving her absolutely wild with desire, but she has some tormenting of her own to do. She creeps downward, taking him in her mouth.
He falls back onto the bed. “Ohhh…” he sighs, his voice raspy. She applies her teeth lightly at the base, running them very gently along the length, then swirls her tongue around the tip. Arthur’s body jerks, and she smiles. Gwen drops her head again, taking his entire length into her mouth and slowly, very slowly, slides her mouth up his length, holding him tightly between her lips the entire time.
“Oh, my God,” Arthur croaks, impressed. She needs to stop that oder I’m going to lose it.
He reaches down for her and gently pulls her back up to him. “You are pure evil,” he grins into her neck. She laughs loudly, and he rolls her onto her back once again.
Arthur crawls between her legs, kneeling there. He lifts her legs and rests them against his chest, her feet at his shoulders, and he lunges into her, holding her hips.
“Arthur…” she sighs, hands grasping absently. She realizes that she can reach his hips with her hands and she holds tight.
I want to KISS her, Arthur realizes, watching her full, moist lips, parted slightly. He unconsciously speeds up his rhythm. Is she flexible enough? He leans vorwärts-, nach vorn slowly, and Gwen’s eyes open and lock onto his. He keeps pushing gently forward, still thrusting, seeing how far he can bend her. Finally able to reach her lips, he kisses her, practically folding her in half in the process.
Gwen moans into his kiss, greedy for his lips on hers.
Easing back, Arthur slides his hands down across her breasts in a gentle caress before slowly sliding them to grasp her hips. She arches involuntarily, supported Von his hands. He turns his head and runs his tongue along the arch of her foot. He kisses her toes and then moves her legs back down on either side of him.
Arthur leans vorwärts-, nach vorn again, close to finishing. He squeezes his eyes shut, trying to hold on, but then he hears Gwen’s breathing. It is rushed, heavy, and she begins to moan. He lets go of the reins and releases into her, pounding fiercely, growling once again. Gwen cries out and digs her nails into his shoulders, finding her own release.
He rolls them to their sides, facing each other. Once their breathing returns to normal, he kisses her, saying, “You’re very flexible.”
“Apparently so,” she laughs, nuzzling his neck with her nose. “And you’re very… creative,” she adds. Now it is his turn to laugh. He squeezes her tightly, relishing the feel of her.
“You always feel so good in my arms,” he tells her.
“I fit perfectly, don’t I?” she wriggles slightly, snuggling in.
“Absolutely,” Arthur says with a yawn. He is spent and exhausted. “I Liebe you, Guinevere.”
“I Liebe Du too, Arthur.” Her voice is sleepy and her eyes are heavy.
Arthur reaches down and pulls the blankets over them and they both drop off to sleep immediately.
Part 31: link
Midnight. Gwen is dead on her feet. Mehr accurately, she is dead in Arthur’s lap, her head on his shoulder. He absently strokes her back softly as they sit at a table, chatting with Leon and Thea. Their fathers had left two hours prior, discussing something about meeting Monday morning at the bank to switch Tom’s accounts over to Uther’s bank.
It was bound to happen, Arthur had told Gwen, and she laughed.
“Well, dear, I suppose we should get Home and relieve the babysitter,” Leon says, standing and holding his hand out to Thea. She takes it and stands.
“It was so nice to meet you, Gwen,” she says, then adds with an impish smile, “We shall have to get together sometime and commiserate.”
“I’d like that very much,” Gwen says, standing to hug them both. Arthur stands as well to hug Thea and shake Leon’s hand.
“See Du tomorrow, Chief,” Leon says. He puts his arm around his wife’s shoulders and they leave.
“Ugh, don’t remind me,” Arthur replies, looking at Gwen.
“It will give me time to get settled in,” Gwen tells him, taking his hand.
“I know, but I hate working weekends now that I have you. Last weekend was the worst, not seeing Du until Sunday.”
“I know; it went Von so slowly. I need to coordinate my work schedule so I work the same Saturdays as you,” she smiles. “It was good timing for my time of the month, though,” she says, laughing.
“Ach, I don’t want to hear about that, thank Du very much,” he grimaces and she laughs at him.
Gwen looks around the room. All that remain are the young and single. Morgana and Wayne have disappeared completely and Merlin has been sitting at a tabelle talking with Freya for the last hour.
“Let’s go home,” she says.
“Please.”
As they walk to the door, Gwen slides her hand into Arthur’s front hosen, hose pocket.
“Whoa! What are… oh,” he says as she extracts her hand, clutching his car keys.
“I’m driving,” she declares. She knows exactly what he’s had to drink this evening. It’s not terrifically much, but certainly enough. Arthur does not protest.
Back at Arthur’s flat – their flat now, Gwen stands just inside the door and surveys the boxes littering the room. She sighs.
“You have the rest of the weekend, love, don’t worry about it,” Arthur tells her, pulling her into his arms.
“I’m not worried about it, I just don’t want to do it,” she laughs.
“Lazy,” he teases her.
“That would be correct.” She lifts her face to his for a kiss, which he happily grants.
“Tired?” he asks, lifting his lips away from hers.
“Not that tired.”
With that, Arthur stoops down, wraps his arms around her and lifts her feet from the floor. She hugs his neck and as he walks down the hall, navigating through her things, she wraps her legs around his waist to further support herself as he walks.
“Mmm,” he registers his pleasure at her legs surrounding him. She kisses the side of his neck. He lets go of her to drop her on the bed, but she hangs on, laughing.
“Ha, nice try,” she challenges.
“All right then,” he turns around so his back is to the bett and falls backward onto it, landing with her on oben, nach oben of him.
“Whoa!” she laughs harder.
“Hey, I could have fallen forward, Du know,” he is laughing, too, then he captures her lips in his, Küssen her fiercely, hungrily.
Straddling him, Gwen pulls away suddenly, and Arthur pouts for a moment until she starts undressing him.
She unbuttons his shirt, Küssen each inch of flesh she exposes as she goes. Arthur closes his eyes, enjoying the familiar burn of her lips on his skin. Arthur feels her run her tongue down his stomach to his navel, planting a KISS on it before she thrusts his hemd, shirt open, shoving it from his shoulders. He lifts his shoulders and she removes it completely, stopping to KISS the faint yellow remains of the bruise on his left shoulder.
“Play fair,” Arthur says, reaching for her shirt, a snug-fitting tank oben, nach oben that has been taunting him all night. He pulls it off over her head, exposing her breasts to his hungry gaze. He sits vorwärts-, nach vorn and dives into them. Her head falls back and she sighs, running her fingers into his hair, her fingertips stroking his scalp, making his head tingle. He moans into her, sliding his hands down her back, reaching for her skirt.
She is still astride him, so she shifts to one side and he is suddenly over her, his lips on her neck, his hands sliding her rock down. He runs his hands back up her smooth thighs, and she squirms slightly, enjoying the sensation.
Gwen’s hands reach for Arthur’s belt. “Play fair,” she echoes him, undoing the gürtel and opening his trousers. He chuckles and helps remove them.
“Hmm. Still not even,” she says, looking at him. “Your pants are much bigger than mine,” she smiles wickedly at him.
His eyes are dark with desire as he admires the black riemen, string, tanga she is wearing. “I don’t think I’d fit in those,” he counters. She laughs, and he descends onto her again, reaching for them.
“You, too, mister,” she says, and yanks his underwear off.
Growling with passion, he returns to her and slides into her, taking her quite Von surprise. “Oh!” she exclaims, as he moves in and out several times, not fast, then withdraws completely.
He’s just toying with me, then, she thinks. Two can play that game. She reaches down for him, finding his member slightly sticky, but still rock hard. She squeezes, just hard enough, and he groans, returning his lips to her breasts, alternating nibbles and bites with licks and soft kisses, his hand descending between her legs to pleasure her with his fingers. She whimpers at his touch and he smiles against her breasts.
Gwen summons her willpower and pulls away from Arthur. He is driving her absolutely wild with desire, but she has some tormenting of her own to do. She creeps downward, taking him in her mouth.
He falls back onto the bed. “Ohhh…” he sighs, his voice raspy. She applies her teeth lightly at the base, running them very gently along the length, then swirls her tongue around the tip. Arthur’s body jerks, and she smiles. Gwen drops her head again, taking his entire length into her mouth and slowly, very slowly, slides her mouth up his length, holding him tightly between her lips the entire time.
“Oh, my God,” Arthur croaks, impressed. She needs to stop that oder I’m going to lose it.
He reaches down for her and gently pulls her back up to him. “You are pure evil,” he grins into her neck. She laughs loudly, and he rolls her onto her back once again.
Arthur crawls between her legs, kneeling there. He lifts her legs and rests them against his chest, her feet at his shoulders, and he lunges into her, holding her hips.
“Arthur…” she sighs, hands grasping absently. She realizes that she can reach his hips with her hands and she holds tight.
I want to KISS her, Arthur realizes, watching her full, moist lips, parted slightly. He unconsciously speeds up his rhythm. Is she flexible enough? He leans vorwärts-, nach vorn slowly, and Gwen’s eyes open and lock onto his. He keeps pushing gently forward, still thrusting, seeing how far he can bend her. Finally able to reach her lips, he kisses her, practically folding her in half in the process.
Gwen moans into his kiss, greedy for his lips on hers.
Easing back, Arthur slides his hands down across her breasts in a gentle caress before slowly sliding them to grasp her hips. She arches involuntarily, supported Von his hands. He turns his head and runs his tongue along the arch of her foot. He kisses her toes and then moves her legs back down on either side of him.
Arthur leans vorwärts-, nach vorn again, close to finishing. He squeezes his eyes shut, trying to hold on, but then he hears Gwen’s breathing. It is rushed, heavy, and she begins to moan. He lets go of the reins and releases into her, pounding fiercely, growling once again. Gwen cries out and digs her nails into his shoulders, finding her own release.
He rolls them to their sides, facing each other. Once their breathing returns to normal, he kisses her, saying, “You’re very flexible.”
“Apparently so,” she laughs, nuzzling his neck with her nose. “And you’re very… creative,” she adds. Now it is his turn to laugh. He squeezes her tightly, relishing the feel of her.
“You always feel so good in my arms,” he tells her.
“I fit perfectly, don’t I?” she wriggles slightly, snuggling in.
“Absolutely,” Arthur says with a yawn. He is spent and exhausted. “I Liebe you, Guinevere.”
“I Liebe Du too, Arthur.” Her voice is sleepy and her eyes are heavy.
Arthur reaches down and pulls the blankets over them and they both drop off to sleep immediately.
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