Flowers: Arthur and Guinevere (3)

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    When they enter the pub, a very strange scene greets them. Phil is there, which is unusual in itself. She is seated at a table, and there is a cast from her toes to just below the knee of her right leg. The casted foot is elevated and is being cradled gently in Leon’s lap as he sits opposite her at the table. And they appear to be having a very nice and very intimate conversation.
    “…The fuck?” is all that Arthur can manage as they stare.
    “Gwen, what’s going on? Why are we just standing here?” Freya...

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    Gwen heads Home after work Wednesday, exhausted from spending the bulk of the afternoon moving into her new office.
    Office. I have a bloody office. My own window. My own desk. My own four walls, and a door that closes.
    She reaches the corner, and while she waits for the traffic, she happens to look ahead and sees the lads out in their gathering place instead of the Shop and the pub. So she goes straight instead of turning right, heading for them.
    “Slackers,” she declares as she reaches...

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    “Arthur, Du already got your payback,” Gwen says, hands on her hips as he stands with her red silk scarf in his hands, idly winding it and unwinding it around his hands.
    “Well, you’ll just have to owe me for this one, then,” he says, advancing on her with an impish glint in his eyes.
    She stays in place and lets him come to her, knowing that he’s got his mind set now. No reason why I should let it be too easy, though. He can come to me.
    Arthur loops the scarf around her back,...

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    Arthur wakes up to an empty bett and looks at the clock. 8:15. Where’s Guinevere? He lifts his head and hears the dusche turn on. Why is she up?
    He drops his head back down and curls to his side, holding her kissen to his chest. What is it about her that drives me so crazy, anyway? It’s like she has some sort of magical powers over both my herz and my cock. Well, she’s beautiful. Smart. Charming. Kind.
    Why am I questioning this? What’s not to love? I should be questioning why I’m so lucky. Why she puts...

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    Arthur climbs back into the bed, snuggling against her now, his head on her chest.
    “Shit,” he suddenly says, getting up again.
    “What?” she asks, sitting up as well, holding the sheet to her chest.
    “Have to pee,” he says, wandering to the bathroom.
    Guinevere chuckles and lays back down.
    Iggy comes bounding into the room, hopping up onto the bed, graceful despite his plumpness.
    “Hello, Baby,” Gwen says, sitting...