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It is past midnight and Arthur and Gwen are finally in Arthur’s car, which has been lovingly decorated によって Merlin and the lads with streamers and ビール cans, the windows painted festively. Arthur only sighed when he saw it, mentally noting that he’s going to have to get his car washed. Again.
“Are あなた going to tell me where we’re going?” Gwen says, shifting in her seat. “Or at least if it’s very far? This isn’t the easiest thing to sit in, あなた know.”
“It’s not far,” Arthur smiles, holding her hand in his lap, absently stroking the back of her hand with his thumb.
A short time later, he pulls up to a huge Victorian-style building and slows to a stop underneath a canopy.
“Here? Really?” Gwen asks.
“Yep,” Arthur says as he the valet opens the door for him and the bellman opens Gwen’s door before going to retrieve their luggage.
They walk in, Arthur’s hand on the small of her back as they approach the desk.
“Welcome to The Landmark. Do あなた have a reservation?” the 机, デスク attendant asks. Gwen bites back a smirk at his haughty demeanor.
“Of course. Pendragon,” Arthur declares, equally haughty.
“Ah, yes, Mr. and Mrs. Pendragon,” the man says, peering at the computer screen. He takes a moment to look at them, noting their attire, then adds, “Congratulations.”
“Thank you,” Gwen says. Somehow I doubt his sincerity,
she thinks, again trying not to smile.
“I see あなた are staying with us for two nights in one of our Landmark Suites,” he observes, then looks at another note. “Let me see if your room is ready,” he adds, turning to pick up a phone. It’s after midnight, why would our room not be ready?
Gwen wonders, then another detail registers with her.
nights?” she turns on Arthur.
He just grins at her.
“I am expected at work Monday,” she says.
“No, you’re not,” Arthur informs.
Gwen sighs and gives up as the 机, デスク attendant turns his attention back to them.
“Your suite is ready. Edward will 表示する あなた there. Edward?”
A middle-aged man comes フォワード, 前進, 楽しみにして with a カート containing their luggage. “Follow me, please.”
In the lift, something else occurs to Gwen. “Arthur, I haven’t packed clothing for two days.”
“What makes あなた think you’re going to need any clothing?” Arthur 回答 casually. The bellman chokes slightly and tries to cover it up によって coughing as politely as he can into his sleeve. He 発言しました that on purpose,
Gwen thinks with a small giggle. A quick glance at Arthur’s highly amused face confirms her suspicion.
The bellman sneaks a glance in Guinevere’s direction and quickly returns face-forward, blushing. Arthur smirks.
The lift ベル dings and the doors slide open. “This way,” Edward leads the way to their door, which he unlocks and opens for them.
“Have to do this right, あなた know,” Arthur says as he scoops his bride up into his arms. She laughs and puts her arm around his neck.
“Close your eyes,” he tells her softly, キス her.
“Close my eyes?”
“Yes. I will blindfold あなた if I have to,” he threatens with a grin.
She sighs and closes her eyes, and Arthur carries her through the door and sets her on her feet in the middle of the room.
“Okay,” he says, holding her shoulders.
Guinevere opens her eyes to find no fewer than fifty lit candles scattered about the suite, giving the place a warm, flickering glow. She gasps at the sight, amazed.
“Arthur, how…?” she asks, turning to look at him.
Edward clears his throat politely, having finished stowing their luggage for them. Arthur kisses Gwen quickly and walks over to him.
“Thanks, Ed, have a good night,” he says, shaking the man’s hand, a folded bill clasped inside.
“Good evening,” Edward says, and turns to leave. He pauses at the door. Looking down, he lifts the Privacy Please
card and places it on the handle on the exterior side of the door before he leaves.
Arthur strolls back to Gwen, pulling his shoes off as he goes.
“Merlin.” Gwen declares.
“What about him?” Arthur asks, puzzled.
“You had him alert them that we were on our way,” she says, hands on her hips. Merlin, Freya, Morgana, and Wayne had been the last to leave before Arthur and Gwen, and that five-minute window would have 与えられた Merlin time to call the hotel in advance.
” he says, gently cupping her face in his hands. “And there’s more, too,” he promises before キス her softly.
“More? Like what?” Gwen is excited and curious now, and she turns, looking around. The suite is well-appointed and sumptuous, with dark wood and beautiful décor. There is a large テレビ in the lounge and a full kitchen.
“This suite is bigger than our flat, Arthur,” she says, finally fully taking in her surroundings. She walks around, flipping her shoes off as she goes, and notices a tray on the coffee 表, テーブル containing chocolate-covered strawberries and チョコレート truffles. Delicate leaf-shaped tuile クッキー that have been artfully curled and bent to look like autumn leaves are scattered in amongst the chocolates as well. She smiles at them, and is about to walk past Arthur to investigate the bedroom, when he grabs her.
“We have two nights to explore this whole suite, Guinevere,” he mutters low in her ear, his warm breath on her neck and the rumble of his voice in his chest against her back making her eyes flutter closed. He brushes his lips against her ear, flicking his tongue out against the tender skin of her earlobe.
Gwen exhales, melting backwards into him as he continues to plant soft kisses on her neck, his arms around her waist.
“This way,” he says, pulling back from her and taking her hand. He starts leading her back to the bedroom area, when she stops.
“Arthur, do あなた think we should put some of these candles out? I’d hate to set off the 火災, 火 alarm.” Oh. Oh yeah.
He stops. “Probably a good idea,” he chuckles, but he is starting to get frustrated with all the delays.
They make a quick circuit of the room, blowing out the candles. This time Gwen leads Arthur back to the bedroom, where there are still もっと見る candles.
She wraps her arms around his middle, inside his coat, and kisses his chin. Sliding her hands on his chest, she runs them up to his shoulders and eases the コート from him. She grabs it as it falls and drapes it over a nearby chair.
He reaches up and gently lifts the tiara she is still wearing out of her hair. Gwen expects him to start pulling pins to free her hair, but he leaves it. Curious. I know he likes my hair best when it’s down,
She unbuttons Arthur’s waistcoat, giving him small pecking kisses as she does so. That joins the suit コート on the chair and as she turns back he takes her hand and pulls her to him again. His hands slide up her back, feeling a row of tiny pearl buttons.
“Cedric, I hate you,” he says, peering over her shoulder down her back.
“Arthur, the buttons are decorative,” she says softly, pressing against him and reaching down to unfasten his trousers.
“What?” Her hands have distracted him and he’s not sure if he heard her correctly.
“The buttons are decorative only,” she explains. “If あなた 移動する them you’ll see they’re hiding a…” she unzips his fly as she says, “zipper.”
He nudges the row of buttons and finds the zipper.
“Cedric, I 愛 you,” he amends, and eases the zipper down her back as his trousers drop to the floor.
He pulls the opened dress forward, and she draws her arms out, placing them up around his shoulders, gazing up at him as she feels his hands sliding down along her torso, pushing the dress down.
Arthur helps her step out of the puddle of fabric at her feet and she starts on his シャツ buttons, which actually isn’t easy because now his hands are distracting her, skimming along her curves, leaving 火災, 火 in their wake.
Once she gets his シャツ off, he stands back to look at her. She is still a vision in white, wearing a white レース ビスチェ with matching white thong. He feels inadequate in his ボクサー briefs and undershirt. And black socks.
“Well, this won’t do,” he says, reaching down to peel his socks off. Then he removes the undershirt. “Now,” he moves toward her again, eyes taking her hungrily in. “You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen,” he says, his hand coming to her cheek, stroking lovingly. He really means that,
Gwen thinks, reaching out to place her hands against his chest, feeling his warm skin under her hands, his ハート, 心 pounding against her palms. She turns her head into his hand, キス it, enjoying the feel of his hand on her face, sliding down her neck, to her shoulder.
He closes his eyes for a moment, savoring her skin under his hands.
“Come on,” he says, skimming his hand down her arm to take her hand.
“Where are we going?”
Arthur says nothing but pulls her to the bathroom, where a bubble bath is waiting, surrounded once again によって candles.
“Arthur…” she says again, thinking, When he goes all out, he really goes all out.
“After all that dancing, I thought a little soak would feel… good,” he says into her neck, once again pressing his body against hers, nuzzling her while his hands grope for the fastenings on her bustier.
“It would at that,” Gwen purrs, guiding his hands to the hidden clasps in the back. They are small and he fumbles with them briefly before succeeding, and he immediately slides his hands along the skin he exposes.
Arthur drops to his knees in front of her, キス her stomach, his hands caressing her thighs as he moves them up to remove her panties. Gwen’s head falls back and her hands go into his hair, her fingertips teasing his scalp. He stands, キス his way up as he goes, pausing to pay special attention to her breasts before he is standing before her again.
Gwen slides her hands down his chest lightly, tickling, making him jump slightly as she reaches to remove his underwear, slipping her hands beneath the waistband, around to his backside, squeezing the muscles there slightly before pushing her hands down and sliding them back around to the front at the same time.
He groans as she drops his pants to the floor, her hands on his thighs. She moves one hand over to press against his already firm manhood, stroking it briefly before stepping in close to press her body against his, skin against skin.
“Guinevere…” he breathes into the 上, ページのトップへ of her head. He steps into the tub, relieved to find it still piping hot, as instructed. Then he lifts Gwen and brings her into the water with him, and they sink into the warm, lavender-scented water. Arthur is wrapped around her and she nestles into him, lying sideways against him, and he bends his head to キッス her lightly.
“So this is why あなた didn’t take my hair down,” Gwen says, smiling up at him, leaning her head on his shoulder before swiveling slightly to lean back against his chest.
Arthur reaches his left hand down into the water and lifts her left hand out above the surface. He twines his fingers through hers, his palm against the back of her hand. He looks down and smiles at their ringed fingers, side によって side.
“I can hardly believe it,” he whispers into her ear and squeezes her with his right arm.
“Believe it, my love,” she says, raising their hands to her lips and キス the back of his hand.
“I 愛 my ring, によって the way. I really do. It’s like あなた were 読書 my mind. Again.”
“I’m so glad あなた like it. And mine… I was so surprised.”
“I thought it was a good idea,” he says, reaching over with his other hand to point to the wedding band that had been added. It is a simple double band, resting on either side of the engagement ring, perfectly balanced. “I told them what I wanted,” he kisses her cheek, “and they showed me some designs. Then I picked the one I liked.”
He holds her hand aloft, taking a good look at it perched on her slender hand. “I know it’s not a terribly fancy addition, but…”
“It’s perfect,” she interrupts. “Anything もっと見る would have been too much. Distracting from the beauty of the original ring. It didn’t need any もっと見る diamonds または fancy embellishments.”
“That’s what I thought,” he smiles.
“It’s just perfect,” she repeats softly.
Gwen swishes her hands in the water, then lifts one out and idly blows some bubbles off of it. Arthur bends a knee, lifts his foot up and winds his leg around hers, sliding luxuriantly against her. She sighs and relaxes into his chest, watching the shadows dance on the ウォール in the flickering candlelight before letting her eyes drift closed with a sigh.
“Best 日 ever,” she mutters.
“Agreed,” he grins, キス the 上, ページのトップへ of her head. He caresses her stomach beneath the water, her skin warm under his fingers.
“I never actually thought I’d get married. After, あなた know…” he says quietly, resting his cheek against her head.
She smiles. “I know the feeling.”
She lifts her head, turning to look at him. “Well, yes. After, あなた know…” she smiles slightly, echoing his words, “I was ready to throw in the towel. Then it was a few losers before we got lucky thanks to someone deciding to torch the insurance company across the street.”
“Well, if we’re to believe that book and Dr. Gaius and Merlin, it wasn’t luck.” He bends his head and kisses her.
“Luck, fate, whatever,” she says absently between kisses.
“Either way, I am eternally grateful,” he adds, his lips barely leaving hers to speak. He gently takes her shoulder and angles her further into him, pulling her sideways against his chest as his tongue slyly finds its way between her lips, which part obediently for him.
Gwen feels as if she is melting into him, her body melding to his, his tongue becoming one with hers as they meet again and again, now in her mouth, then in his, battling for dominance.
She pulls back for a moment, gasping for air, and Arthur returns his lips to her neck and his hand goes to her breast, kneading it lightly in his hand, his thumb grazing the firm nipple there, taunting it into full attention.
Guinevere sighs, leaning back into his shoulder as her hand finds him beneath the water, taking him fully into her hand, squeezing, stroking, rolling gently between her hand and her hip.
The water sloshes as Gwen attempts to shift positions, and it extinguishes a couple candles on the ledge, making her giggle a bit. The tub isn’t as wide as the one at the cottage, and soon it becomes clear that there really aren’t a lot of positions to which to shift. She sighs back into him, lifting her succulent full lips to his once again for another barrage of kisses.
Arthur’s hand leaves her breast, and she makes the smallest whimper in the back of her throat. He smiles over her lips as his hand reaches down to touch her beneath the water. His fingers slide against her, and she makes another whimper, this time one prompted によって desire rather than disappointment and he smiles again.
He moves his hand and slips a finger deep inside her, and she gasps against his lips, squeezing his manhood in response. He grunts and picks her up, turning her back to him, trying to make the most of their narrow environment.
She reaches behind and guides him to her as he eases her down over him, holding her at her waist. He slides down a bit to accommodate her better, and she holds onto the sides of the tub.
He helps her move, sliding slowly up and down on him, her head thrown back. She reaches back for him, her hand groping blindly, wanting contact with him.
“Oh…” he sighs, feeling her hand find his forearm and grip tightly. The water sloshes again, but neither take notice. I can’t see her this way.
Arthur’s hands reluctantly still her, and she makes a vague confused noise.
“I can’t see you,” he says gruffly, leaning her back against him. “I want to see you.”
Gwen pulls slowly away, standing and turning. Arthur’s breath quickens at the sight of her body slick and shiny and wet, suds clinging to her skin here and there. She holds her hand out to him and pulls him up out of the water as well, hugging him to her before they step out of the tub.
Arthur takes a warm towel from the heated rack on the ウォール and wraps her in it before grabbing one for himself, rubbing his body hastily with it, his eyes never leaving his bride.
Suddenly Gwen pulls him to her, her hands in his hair, bringing his head down so that she can キッス him. Arthur makes a surprised noise in the back of his throat, eyes opening wide for a moment before drifting closed again.
She moans into his mouth and starts sinking to the floor, pulling him down with her, over her, her towel falling away beneath her as Arthur eases down over her and enters her almost immediately.
It is as if no time has been lost. Arthur barely notices the hard marble floor beneath his knees; Gwen pays no mind to the towel bunching under her rear.
Arthur thrusts into her, his mind reeling and devoid of any thought but her. He opens his eyes and watches her, her dewy parted lips, her beautiful soft skin the color of cinnamon standing out against the white towel and white marble, her hair coming free of its pinnings, her half-lidded eyes dark with desire.
“Oh, God, Guinevere, I 愛 you,” he whispers hoarsely, eyes drifting closed for a moment, just feeling her body around him.
“Arthur… oh… I… 愛 you… so much,” she gasps between thrusts, her hands reaching up for him, gripping his shoulders, pulling him closer.
Eyes closed, she allows him to bombard the rest of her senses. She can feel him all around her, over her, inside her. His scent drifts down to her nose, sweet and spicy and slightly smoky. His breathing, heavy and impassioned, reaches her ears. He bends to キッス her, taking her によって surprise, and she tastes him, sweet and warm and comforting, like a お気に入り dessert.
The assault on her senses builds to a peak and Guinevere starts to cry out, her fingers holding tight to his shoulders as she finds her release, hips jerking beneath him.
He follows immediately, driving in hard and deep, and she slides backward on the floor under the force of his thrusts. “Ohhh...” he grunts, loud and raspy, as he buries himself deeply within her one final time before collapsing over her, resting his head gently on her chest.
They lay there for several 分 on the floor, which is hard but strangely warm.
Guinevere finally speaks. “Did we just have wedding night sex on a bathroom floor?” she asks, laughing.
Arthur kisses her chest and lifts his head. “I believe that would be your fault, Love. I was perfectly content to head for the bedroom.”
“And yet I don’t hear あなた complaining.”
He sits up, pulling away from her, and helps her up. “My naughty wife,” he says softly, his lips on her knuckles as he kisses her hand.
Arthur bends to pull the plug to empty the tub and they walk back into the bedroom. The ベッド has been turned down for them, and the now-cold Guinevere climbs in immediately.
She feels a hairpin hit her shoulder, dangling from a drooping tendril, and reaches for it, freeing it and setting it on the nightstand. Arthur crawls in beside her, and scoots over as she starts feeling around on her head for もっと見る pins.
“Let me,” he says, and she drops her hand. He kisses her neck again and starts gently removing hairpins, depositing them in Gwen’s outstretched hand.
“Thirty-three,” she declares as she tips them out onto the nightstand beside the other one. Arthur plunges his hands into her hair, massaging her scalp lightly, raking his fingers through the curls, helping them to fall free.
“Mmm, that feels really good,” she says, as one もっと見る pin drops onto the blanket.
“Thirty-four,” Arthur declares. “Not counting any that may be left on the bathroom floor,” he adds, his hands now dropping down to massage her shoulders and neck.
Gwen opens her eyes and spies the clock. It is nearly two. “Wow, is it late,” she mutters.
“Why do あなた think I booked us two nights?”
She laughs, “I’m sure that’s not the only
reason.” She leans back against him for a minute, then slides down to lay in the large bed.
“We have to get one of these,” she says, turning to lie facing him.
“One of what?”
“A king-sized ベッド like this. I like all this room.
” She stretches to illustrate her point.
“Guinevere, あなた generally sleep pasted to my side. Why on earth do あなた think we need a huge bed?” he laughs.
“You don’t want one?”
“Of course I do. But I just think your logic is flawed.”
“Well, my love, we do もっと見る things in ベッド than just sleep, あなた know. And wouldn’t a nice big
ベッド be more… fun?”
“Ah. Good point.” He leans フォワード, 前進, 楽しみにして and kisses her nose. Her eyes are closed and she looks very tired, but there is a smile about her lips yet as she drifts off toward sleep.
Arthur quietly gets up, makes sure the rest of the candles are extinguished and climbs back into bed, where he takes his dozing wife in his arms, pulling her soft body against his.
“Goodnight, Mrs. Pendragon,” he whispers.
“Goodnight, Mr. Pendragon,” she mumbles back, stirring just slightly and settling into his arms before they both drop off into a contented slumber.
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