Not Yet

Rating: Adult
Pairing: Arthur/Gwen
Warnings: Slightly rough sex, male-inflicted pain
Summary: Gwen’s warm, wet mouth on his most intimate flesh wasn’t a dream after all…
Author's Note: MHE for The Once And Future Queen
The tonic Gaius brewed worked wonders for warding off the pain of the wound Arthur had sustained that day when he’d unknowingly jousted against an assassin that had come to kill him. Sleep came easy on Gaius’s potions, and Arthur hunkered down against his pillows, allowing his mind to turn from the jousting competition to something much more pleasurable…Guinevere.

He’d kissed her. He’d finally managed to just come right out and do what he’d been dreaming of, and while it had been nice, it had been far from satisfying. He had kept it simple and sweet, lips on lips only, rather than thrusting his tongue hungrily into her mouth as he’d desired to do.
It was all for the best, really. She was a servant and he was a prince. His father would never agree to allowing him to indulge in even an affair with Gwen, much less an honorable marriage. They’d walked away from one another with an understanding that there could be nothing between them, and Arthur was fine with that. Really, he was just peachy with the idea of walking past Gwen day after day, longing to be with her and having to hold his lusts in check.
Because he’d had so much success with that in the past.
He wasn’t a playboy like the Knights in his father’s service. He didn’t jump from bed to bed as easily as he could have. He focused his energies on becoming King, which meant lots of study, lots of training, and lots of dull nights reading books rather than shagging the daughters of Camelot’s nobility as many of them openly wished he would.
Perhaps, when you are king, things will be different...
He was king, now, in his mind, which was slowly slipping into sleep. He was king, and in his throne room, and Guinevere was his Queen. The court was empty, and Gwen’s smile was sweet and seductive as she went to her knees before him, her fingers, trained from years of servitude, deftly unfastened his trousers. Arthur felt his cock stiffen under the covers. He imagined Gwen’s warm hand on his hard flesh, massaging him, bringing him to the brink of ecstasy.
He sighed her name and said something filthy about his cock in her mouth. Dream Gwen happily obliged. Her tongue was heaven, and it felt so incredibly real. His cock twitched with need, and Arthur, half asleep, reached down to take told only to get a handful of hair.
What…
His eyes snapped open when he realized that Gwen’s warm, wet mouth on his most intimate flesh wasn’t a dream after all. It was very much real.
“Gwen,” Arthur said weakly. He pulled aside the blankets to find her there, her bodice open, her breasts exposed and ending in hard nipples that made Arthur’s mouth water. That sweet mouth of hers was wrapped around the head of his cock.
He must be mistaken. This had to be a dream after all. Gwen would never just come into his quarters and fellate him, even if he’d begged her to. Or so he’d thought.
She ran her tongue around the head of his cock. The sensations, the fact that they weren’t in the court anymore, but rather in his quarters, and his wound ached slightly as his muscles tensed all came together to spell reality, but it just couldn’t be…
She pulled away and sat up, a beam of moonlight fell across her body, making her glow with ethereal light in the darkness. She looked angelic.
“I know I shouldn’t be here, doing this,” Gwen whispered. “I just…I should go.”
“Oh no, not now,” said Arthur. He didn’t want or need an explanation for Gwen’s actions. He just wanted to finish what she’d started
He pulled her down and to the side, rolling smoothly atop her like he would roll an opponent in hand to hand combat. Despite the pain draft he’d taken earlier, Arthur was hyper aware of everything. The scent of her freshly scrubbed skin, and under that the smell of her excitement, and the sight of her breasts, exposed to him, all drove Arthur mad with lust.
He kissed her deeply, the way he’d wanted to in her house that morning, and hiked up her skirt.
Slow down, Arthur cautioned himself. This is about her too, don’t be so selfish…
Her knickers were off, her skirts were hiked up, and the dark patch of hair between her legs made Arthur hard as iron. He wanted so much to thrust into her, hard and fast, until he came. His body quivered as he struggled to reign himself in. He didn’t want to be selfish with her. Others, maybe, but not Gwen.
Sensing his reserve, Gwen pulled him to her in another kiss, and then lifted her legs and wrapped them around his waist, pulling him down. The head of his cock brushed against the moist heat of her entrance, making him moan.
“Guinevere…”
“It’s okay. Don’t hold back,” she whispered.
His body trembling, Arthur pushed forward, sinking the head of his cock slowly into her. She was tight and slick, and lifted herself up to meet him, pushing him a little more inside. It was enough to undo him, and he thrust hard. She gasped and bit her lip.
“Did I hurt you?”
Gwen nodded. “A little.”
“I’m sorry—”
She silenced him with another kiss and urged him to move inside her with another thrust of her hips. Obviously whatever discomfort he’d caused wasn’t serious enough to stop her from wanting more.
They lost themselves in the act, clutching one another, kissing, bodies moving together in a smooth rhythm that soon brought them to the same screaming climax. Arthur vaguely wondered that no one, especially Merlin, came running into the room to see what was wrong.
When it was over Arthur turned onto his back, reluctantly withdrawing from Gwen to lay on his back. His wound ached again. Regrets threatened the contentment he felt at lying in bed beside the woman he couldn’t deny he’d fallen in love with.
“Guinevere—”
“I know, Sire. There can’t be anything between us. Not yet, anyway.”
“Stop calling me sire when we’re alone. Tell me, why did you come to me tonight?”
Gwen smiled at him in the moonlight. “I wanted you, and I sensed you wanted me.”
“You sensed right.”
She stroked his chin, and then kissed him softly. “I have to go. I shan’t return.”
Her words were like a knife to the heart, and Arthur didn’t know how to respond. He watched Gwen dress with quick, efficient movements, and then head for the door.
“Guinevere.”
“Yes?”
“I love…I loved tonight.”
There was understanding in her eyes when she nodded and said, “I loved it too. Sweet dreams, Arthur.”
She slipped into the darkness, the door shut behind her, and Arthur lay in his bed feeling abandoned and sick with loss. He wanted her here at night, every night, whether they made love or not. He wanted to hold her while he slept, for only then would his dreams truly be sweet.
“I love you,” he said on the back of a sigh, before drifting off to dreams of the one woman in Camelot that he wanted but could not have.
Not yet, anyway.