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Guinevere ([info]futurequeen) wrote in [info]colligo_threads,
@ 2009-09-03 21:03:00

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Entry tags:arthur pendragon, guinevere

Who: Gwen and Arthur.
Where: The corridor outside his room
When: Late Evening
What: Coming home from a solitary celebration
Status: Incomplete.
Rating:  TBA

Gwen had been quite proud of what she had done, even if Merlin had helped her. She could have done it without Merlin's help of course, just it would have taken a lot longer. She had kept meaning to do this, go out and see what girls her age normally did now and had found herself having more fun that she thought she would. Girls were free now, they could do whatever they wanted whenever they wanted. And she found that freedom so intoxicating.

Not that that was the only thing that intoxicated her.

She hadn't realised how late it was, and she bit her lip as she walked closer to the buildings. She was shivering a little from the cold, the thigh length dress and little cardigan doing nothing to keep her warm. She just hoped Morgana didn't see her, she would go mad. She pushed open the door to the building, suddenly losing her footing a little. Giggling, she reached out to stop herself from falling, only to find her hand rested on Arthur's door. She tilted her head as she looked at it, then remembered. He hadn't seen his sword yet. Standing up straight, not realising that in her slightly tipsy state he may not want to see her, she knocked on his door.



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[info]a_royal_prat
2009-09-03 08:43 pm UTC (link)
He decided, lifting the pot hurriedly off the edge of the stove before the water boiled onto his feet, that he was never going to be used to this. He sighed and lifted an apple from a small basket of diminishing stores and tossed it in the air once before taking a large bite out of it. One day his pride would let him go and ask Morgana or Merlin whether or not they understood what to do with all the technology in the kitchen.

Arthur fell along the sofa, resting his head over the arm and was settling into a drowsy state when someone knocked on his door. He shot a look over at the other bedroom and shrugged, rolling to his feet.

"It's unlocked."

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[info]futurequeen
2009-09-03 08:47 pm UTC (link)
Gwen heard him shout to her, telling her it was unlocked. Well that wasn't very smart, what if someone wanted to hurt him or something? Not that they could, hardly anyone could. Reaching for the handle, she peaked her head in first, wanting to know if she should go in. Realising that if he didn't want company he would have ignored the door, she just walked in.

"Hi," she said with a grin. Closing the door quietly as she could, she leaned against it. "Thought I'd come see you."

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[info]a_royal_prat
2009-09-04 03:22 pm UTC (link)
"Just like that?" Arthur smiled, half-teasing and half-concerned. It wasn't that he minded her coming to him for a change. No, he quite enjoyed that idea. It was more that she'd done it at night and looked ready to collapse in a giggle fit at the slightest provocation.

Arthur really wasn't sure what to make of that. "Are you all right?"

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[info]futurequeen
2009-09-04 03:36 pm UTC (link)
"Yes just like that," she said, imitating his voice when she said the same words as him before giggling. "Would you rather I didn't?"

At his question she nodded, her grin going wider as she walked closer to him, stumbling a little. Mumbling something about the 'damn heels' she had on, she pulled them off before continuing to walk over to him.

"Oh I'm fine."

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[info]a_royal_prat
2009-09-04 04:06 pm UTC (link)
"Of course you are," Arthur muttered, tilting his head as he watched her cross the, admittedly, limited expanse to come before him. He reached out to steady her, squeezing her upper arms and then pulling her forward gently.

The stench of alcohol wasn't strong, but present and with an aggravated sigh, he maneuvered her down onto the piece of furniture he had so recently vacated and crouched before her.

"Don't tell me you can't hold your drink as well."

Because Merlin was really quite enough between the four of them.

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[info]futurequeen
2009-09-04 04:14 pm UTC (link)
She let him lead her away to the sofa, sitting down on it and placing the bag that held some money and her PDA on the floor. Looking at him with a smile, she rolled her eyes at his comment.

"I can so. I'm only a little tipsy, not as bad as you lot get at a feast. I don't drink that much."

Smiling, she found that bravery that came with being a little tipsy. Reaching out she pulled his lips to hers, sliding forward a little and letting her legs part to either side of him so she could pull him closer. She ignored the feel of the material slipping up even more whilst still keeping her covered, it that was even possiblePulling back, despite the bravery, she still had that little blush that came with her doing something she thought she shouldn't.

"Sorry, couldn't resist."

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[info]a_royal_prat
2009-09-04 05:08 pm UTC (link)
"Only a little tipsy," Arthur repeated slowly, catching Gwen by the hair as she slid forward, wrapping her thighs around him and drawing him in further. Heat flooded his stomach and cheeks as he bent forward, helping her along.

"Quit apologizing after everything you do," he growled, tugging her back, knowing and trying vainly not to think about how little fabric restricted their skin from touching. It was like people in the future wished to be able to get into bed as fast as possible, thus made every scrap of clothing thinner than parchment and even easier to tear.

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[info]futurequeen
2009-09-04 05:30 pm UTC (link)
Their lips had only parted for a moment or two before he was pulling her back to him. She moaned a little into his mouth, her arms tightening around his neck and her fingers tangling in his hair. She wanted him as close as she could, more than was proper but she didn't care. Pulling back for air, she nipped a little at his bottom lip.

"I love doing that," she whispered with a cheeky grin.

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[info]a_royal_prat
2009-09-04 06:55 pm UTC (link)
Arthur's lips pulled into an easy smirk as he dragged his nose across her cheek while dusting a light trail of kisses to her ear.

"Then why did you stop?"

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[info]a_royal_prat
2009-09-06 04:22 pm UTC (link)
His hand fell from the doorknob after a few tense moments before he wheeled around in search of something to occupy his mind. Arthur scanned the high lit room for anything of interest to distract him. Anything at all to keep his mind off the fact that Gwen was stripping down to practically nothing in the other room and he wasn't there to help her, even after her repeated reassurances that she wouldn't regret a thing in the morning.

Arthur gritted his teeth and strode across the room to the sofa and found Gwen's small bag laying on the floor. With a sigh, he bent to scoop it up when the latch fell open, dumping a few scraps of napkin onto the floor. Arthur cursed roundly in his head before casting aside the bag in favor of picking up the short notes he'd dropped.

Why she had so many was a mystery. He shuffled them into an orderly pile, catching the tail ends of lists of numbers and short written messages in an unfamiliar hand. Arthur glanced over his shoulder to make sure the door was still shut before flipping one of the notes over and reading it.

His brow creased in confusion over the abrupt 'Call Me' and he moved onto the next one. And the next one.

And the next one.

His face flushed red with unhappiness and he fisted the bunch, storming to the door and pushing it open without knocking.

"What the hell are these?"

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[info]futurequeen
2009-09-06 04:26 pm UTC (link)
Gwen was just unfolding the shirt when she heard his voice, screaming a little in shock. Turning around to face him, it took a moment for her to use the shirt as some form of cover up, even though it barely helped. She looked to his hand, seeing the napkins scrunched up in his hand, and her eyes closed for a minute. Once she opened them, she stepped forward.

"Arthur they were just shoved in my bag. I wasn't going to respond to any. And what were you doing going through my bag?"

She had to give him some of the blame anyway.

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[info]a_royal_prat
2009-09-06 04:32 pm UTC (link)
Oh for God's sake. Arthur found himself torn between snapping at her to cover herself and tearing away that damn shirt to see more of the very little he glimpsed before she remembered to cover herself.

"They fell out, I was going to bring it to you. But that isn't the point," Arthur crossed the room in a few short steps until he was crowding her against the bed. "Why did you keep them?"

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[info]futurequeen
2009-09-06 04:34 pm UTC (link)
She looked away when he said he was bringing it to her, biting her lip gently. Then she could hear him walking towards her and she looked up, taking a few steps back until her legs hit the bed, and she had no where to go. Looking up at him, she suddenly felt herself sobering completely.

"I was going to throw them away when I got back!"

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[info]a_royal_prat
2009-09-06 05:06 pm UTC (link)
"These are all from tonight? All of them?" Arthur flung the shreds of letters on the floor and grabbed Gwen by the hips shaking her once before bending her backward onto the bed, pinning her there with his thighs. "You honestly expect me to believe this has only happened to you once?"

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[info]futurequeen
2009-09-06 05:18 pm UTC (link)
Gwen had never felt more terrified in her life than she did at that moment. The shirt fell from her grasp as she tried to catch her balance, but found herself soon being pinned down underneath him. She nodded, trying to keep her voice strong.

"Only tonight, Arthur, I swear."

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[info]a_royal_prat
2009-09-06 06:31 pm UTC (link)
Arthur bowed his head, fists clenching in the fabric of his covers. He could almost taste her instant and absolute fear of him and he couldn't be colder had someone forced his head into a bucket of ice water. Wrenching away from her, he moved back to the dresser and slumped against it.

Unable to look at her, he talked to the floor rug.

"Get up, Guinevere."

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[info]futurequeen
2009-09-06 06:33 pm UTC (link)
She had never thought she would be scared of him, but in that one moment she was. And she hated herself for it. She watched as he stood, her eyes not once leaving him. At his words, she scrambled to stand, her arms crossing at her stomach.

"I swear I wasn't going to do anything with them. Why would I when I have you?"

She bit her lip at her words, looking at the floor. This wasn't how she expected her night to end. And it was her fault for being too bold.

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[info]a_royal_prat
2009-09-08 07:46 pm UTC (link)
"The sofa is more than serviceable." She was frowning at him again. What was it with the women in his life and the frequency in which they thought they needed to frown at him.

In this case, he even knew he was right. Really and truly correct in his assessment and staying in the same bed with her was out of the question entirely. "You need the sleep more than I do."

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[info]futurequeen
2009-09-08 08:09 pm UTC (link)
Gwen sighed and stepped back, reaching for his hands and entwining their fingers. Looking up at him, she kept her hands firm in his.

"I'll feel better with you there," she said honestly. "Especially since..."

She couldn't admit it, it was far too embarrassing. Even the thought of it made her blush and look to the ground.

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[info]a_royal_prat
2009-09-09 12:13 am UTC (link)
Arthur curved his arms around her and pulled her back against his chest, speaking to her hair. "I'll stay until you sleep."

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[info]futurequeen
2009-09-09 01:03 am UTC (link)
She wanted him to stay longer, but would tackle that one later. Would try to anyway.

"Do you need a minute?" she asked, more worried about if he needed to change or anything like that.

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[info]a_royal_prat
2009-09-09 03:23 pm UTC (link)
"I'm fine as is."

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[info]futurequeen
2009-09-09 03:52 pm UTC (link)
She nodded at his words, before stepping back and reaching for his hands again. Slowly, she began walking backwards, leading him to the bedroom. She didn't know why she felt slightly nervous, after all it was only to sleep.

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[info]a_royal_prat
2009-09-09 07:22 pm UTC (link)
Arthur split his attention between the path to the door and the emotions flickering across Gwen's face. There was something a bit like nervousness tightening the corner of her mouth, but she kept moving and he didn't point it out.

They entered the bedroom quietly, and Arthur disentangled his hands and gestured toward the bed.

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[info]futurequeen
2009-09-09 07:32 pm UTC (link)
The moment they entered his bedroom she blushed a little. She had never really shared a bed with anyone, the closest she had come to this was sleeping on the floor next to Morgana. When he pulled away and gestured to the bed, she found herself taking a deep breath and slowly moving to it, grasping the covers to sort it. Turning to look at him, she slowly sat, waiting for him so she could lie back.

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