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

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

    “This crown is heavy,” Guinevere whispers into Arthur’s ear. The coronation feast is in full झूला, स्विंग and with everyone eating they have some time to talk to one another relatively uninterrupted.
    Arthur chuckles, telling her, “Yes, in और 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 कॉलर like slow water torture from the सीढ़ियों, सीढ़ी above.

Still, it was an excellent vantage point for सड़क, स्ट्रीट 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 कॉलर 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 तालिका, टेबल in front of them. Gwen has her feet tucked up, her toes snuggled under Arthur’s thigh. She is wearing her प्रिय t-shirt of his again.
    “You know, I have an entire drawer full of t-shirts आप can choose from,”...