What Arthur and Guinevere Had For 디저트 at the Picnic (4)

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    Aredian strides to the witness stand from the back of the courtroom, a thin, severe, imposing figure, all in black. Something about his demeanor makes everyone uncomfortable in his presence, like they’re afraid that he’s going to shoot lightning bolts from his fingertips and smite them just for breathing the same air.
    “Good Lord, Arthur, where’d your father meet him?” Gwen whispers.
    “I honestly have no idea. Some 질문 are better left unanswered,” he whispers back. He’s been enjoying whispering...

A lunch-hour conversation on Tumblr about Gwen's clothes, and how we'd both like to see her in Pendragon red 다음 season, led to my brain creating this:


“Arthur what are you-,”

Her words are swallowed in his fierce kiss, and Guinevere succumbs with a low moan. His hands roam her breasts, feeling the tightened nipples through satiny fabric. Arthur shoves the neckline down to take one taut nipple in his mouth, and his hands fumble at the crimson folds of her skirt.

“Arthur…Arthur not here…,” she gasps, her head spinning, delicious warmth spreading from the tips of her breasts to her...

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    Next morning, Arthur wakes up late. He couldn’t sleep for a long while after he dropped Merlin off and returned to his own apartment. He couldn’t stop thinking about her. Once he did sleep, he was blissfully tormented 의해 dreams of her. Her eyes, her lips, her hair, her skin all giving him sensory overload. He woke up stiff as a board. In the shower, he couldn’t help but relieve the tension in his loins, thinking of her. Her smell, her perfectly shaped breasts, her delicate painted toes, her soft curls, her lush, full lips and that 코코아 skin, so soft....