Arthur and Guinevere Snuggle (8)

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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 सवालों 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 अगला 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...