bakerstreet | The Shipping Picture Prompt Meme

[ It doesn't matter what he said to earn the stuffing of a pillow to his face, whatever he did say, it was cheeky, perhaps bordering on a bid lewd but amusing enough that it sends his queen into a tiny fit of giggles. Still, she should pretend to be a tiny bit outraged, after all, it gives her the excuse to give his face a good pop of a pillow.] Arthur.

[ Smack goes the pillow against his arm next. Her aim is good and the hit is certainly not meant to maim or hurt him, it's gentle and playful as her laughter. It's difficult to be cross about anything when she finds herself in such newly-wedded bliss, even if a darkness is coming for Camelot, one they both dread and fear.

And laughter is the best sort of distraction, second only to being tangled up in bed with him. Both of which she is currently involved with.] I don't think a king is supposed to say things like that.

[ If there's one thing Arthur could always improve on, it was thinking before he spoke. It'd been intended as a compliment to his lovely wife, but definitely more lascivious than calling her beautiful. At the moment, he doesn't look too regretful about this particular comment, a goofy grin plastered on his face as he laughs and makes a startled noise when he's hit in the face. ]

What? It's true, and there's no gentlemanly way of putting it! [ He barely has time to protest before he's hit in the arm, and he makes a grab for his own pillow, still laughing as he hides behind it to try and deflect her hits. ]

Have mercy, Guinevere!

[ As absolutely addicted she is to the sound of her name on his lips, she cannot grant him mercy, oh no. She laughs a bit and moves to it one of his hands as it grips the pillow, hitting his feather stuffed armor with her pillow.] Oh no, I must defend my honor, mustn't I?

[ In moments like this, she is truly herself, oh she is always sweet and clever, she gives him good advice. But it's here in the privacy of their chambers that she can be playful with him. Her cheeks are flushed, her hair weaved into a messy, loose braid that flips over her shoulder as her other hand moves to poke at his stomach.]

[ Every now and again he'd shift the pillow depending on where her swings were aimed. At some point, he loses hold of his pillow completely, leaving him wide and open for her attack. He grabs for his pillow again and hides behind it. ] I've learned my lesson, I swear! [ He says in between laughs, now doing his best to shield himself with his arms.

He falls back on the bed with an 'oomph', intending to catch his breath for a second. Instead, he's treated to Gwen poking his stomach, which might actually be a worse fate that death by pillow. The once and future king was terribly and embarrassingly ticklish. ]

Hey! [ He jumps back, shaking his head and grinning like a fool. ] Now you're just fighting dirty. That's not fair. [ He follows her hands with his own, attempting to grab her wrists before she strikes again. ] I'm ready for you now, my lady.

[ She knows just how ticklish he is. It's one of those delightful things she'd discovered upon being married to him, namely the morning after their wedding, she'd discovered his weakness when her fingers had danced along the skin of his side. He'd jerked away from her, stifling that sort of laughter one has when you are being tickled or teased. Ever since, she'd used the knowledge sparingly but to her advantage.

Before she tickles him, he falls back against the bed and she moves to straddle his legs, just above the knees, which had made it easier for her to tickle him. Of course, he goes on the defensive and reaches for her wrists, managing to catch one, the other jerking just out of his reach. Her lips curve into a silly sort of grin, the breathlessly happy sort as she grips the pillow's edge with the fingers of her captured hand.]

Now who's playing dirty, my king? [ He was her king, her love, her everything. Every moment was bliss but this moment, however simple, was outshining the rest.] I am not as skilled at fighting with one hand as you must be. [ She moves to lean down over him, using her wrist in his hand for balance as her lips move to hover over his as if she may kiss him, her voice low, almost seductive, knowing full well what she is doing very much cheating.] But I'm told I'm a fast learner. [ And with an intake of breath, her free hand moves swiftly to try and tickle his side, vigrously.]

[ Under normal circumstances, his reflexes were a lot faster, but these were definitely not normal circumstances. For one, the sight of Gwen's happy face, flushed and with a silly expression, proved to be quite the distraction. He loves her best like this-- unabashed and playful. A side only he got to see in full, with everyone else receiving mere hints and glimpses. By sheer luck, he manages to catch one of her hands, holding it hostage and well away from his side. ]

This? This is self-defense. I'm not the one that dealt the first blow, after all. [ He shrugs, letting his gaze linger over her as she leans down towards him. Arthur feels his chest grow warm as they grow still, the look in his eyes less silly and much more adoring. His breath hitches as Gwen's lips hover over his, eyes half-lidded as he very predictably falls right into her trap. His hold on her wrist loosens, thumb tracing the inside of her palm gently and affectionately as he whispers. ]

Rest assured, I don't doubt your abiliti-- [ There's a loud noise of surprise as he feels fingers digging into his sides, and it's not a very attractive noise. He squirms beneath her and tries to get away, laughing so hard it sounds pained. ]

I yield! I yield! [ He manages to say in between laughs, trying to pull away and grab at her hands simultaneously. ]

[ Gwen has never been one to use her charms to subdue anyone, mostly because she's not inherently aware of her charms. But she has the wonderful benefit of knowing that Arthur loves her, that there are times that she can give him one look and he is hers to have. It just as much true of her for him, nothing has changed between them since their wedding, she still melts at the sight of him, her heart flutters, skips a beat or two, when she sees him smile. The adoration he feels in this moment (and every other) is very much mutual.

She can't help but grin just a little triumphantly when he falls right into her trap, however it's brief because soon enough, she is laughing right with him as he struggles to get away from her fingers and the way they dance against his sides, coaxing a very ridiculous (but completely endearing) reaction from him.

And as she is with other matters, she is completely fair when he surrenders. Her laughter does not cease even when her fingers stop their teasing touches, moving to sit up fully above him, looking even more flushed, a little bit breathless, and utterly triumphant.]

I accept your timely surrender.

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[ When Arthur stops laughing, it's a gradual process, ended by light pants as his breathing returns to normal. His face is now equally as flushed, his hair tousled and messy. He returns the smile and sighs. ] Good.

[ There's a pause before he speaks again, silence as his eyes move up from her torso and lock their gaze into hers. ]

Because I think I'd like to seek revenge. [ With a swift and quick movement (good to know that his training is useful in all kinds of situations!), he grabs her waist, rolling Gwen onto her back and switching their positions. Now he hovers over her, palms gripping each of her upper arms and pinning them to either side of the pillow.

He has nothing clever to say anymore, because all he wants to do is kiss her. So he does, leaning down and capturing her lips tenderly. ]

[ To say she loves him like this would be a great understatement, there are not words perfect enough to describe the way it makes her feel to see him smile like that, to see his chest rise and fall rapidly from laughing too much. Too many years he'd spent troubled, perhaps even unhappy. So to see him in such high spirits, their mood so light, she cannot help but feel content.

Before she can speak on those thoughts, he speaks of revenge. And as her reflexes are not nearly as quick as his, she's on her back in an instant, with an 'oomph' sound of her own, although hers is far more feminine and graceful. Almost. Laughing breathlessly, she feigns a struggle against his hands as they hold her wrists to the bed, although she does not want to be free of his grasp so the 'struggle' is gentle and playful. His body wedges against her own in a way that reminds her that, in a way, their bodies are two pieces meant to be fitted together.

Which is to say, she does not turn her head away when he leans down to kiss her. Quite the contrary, she tilts her head up so that their lips may press together more fully, humming softly against his lips as her fingers curl gently into her palms.]

[ As awful as the world around him might get-- how worried he as for Camelot's future-- everything would be fine in the end as long as he had Gwen. There are times when he can't quite fathom how lucky he is. How they've managed to be together despite the world conspiring against them.

Arthur smiles into the kiss, only deepening the contact when she struggles lightly. His hands shift to clasp hers, entwining their fingers together and giving her hand a gentle squeeze.

Eventually, he draws back, just far enough so that the tips of their noses graze. His eyelids flutter open, and he watches her wordlessly, taking in every bit of her lovely unkempt face. Finally, he breaks the silence, but not before stealing another short, sweet peck. ]

I love you, Guinevere. Let's just stay like this all morning. All day, even.

[ The world had been against them, had given them both more than their fair share of heartache, heartbreak. The road had been long and difficult but it lead to this and she can say that it's well worth it. Every moment. She is his and he is hers, forever; she believes nothing can come between that, can make that any less true.

Their fingers tangle together and she feels that familiar feeling swell up in her chest, that overwhelming sensation of love, constant and consuming, one that makes her heart expand, that makes her whole body arch into his and thrum with endless delight.

The kiss leaves her breathless, as most of them do, her eyes fluttering open so that their gazes may meet. Her lips curve into a bashful smile, a smile that is really only for him, her head tilting once more so that their noses brush against one another.]

Arthur, I love you. [ She presses a soft kiss to his lips, letting hers linger before she lets out a soft, astonished laugh at his words.] And what will everyone think if we fail to emerge from our chambers? [ She teases softly, glowing with happiness even if they both know that taking a day off would, perhaps, be unwise. She is far too used to whispers, they plagued the castle before she was queen, there were some that thought she was out for power, that she was seducing Arthur, making him blind. It had grown worse before it got better but now, she is beloved by almost all, almost as beloved as Arthur. Together they rule fairly, wisely.

However the idea of staying in bed with him all day is more than appealing, that must be clear by the way she doesn't withdraw from him, her leg shifting so that her foot may slide down the back of his calf] And Merlin, what would Merlin do with himself with a day off? [ She loves Merlin, he is her dearest friend, but she likes to tease Arthur and Merlin alike about how well they work together, how they depend on another. She admires and adores it.]

[ No matter how many times he's heard those three simple little words out of her lips, his heart still skips a beat every time. His stomach fills with butterflies, and his ears warm as if he were a shy, awkward schoolboy. Which he will always be, deep down inside.

There's nothing short of a full-on attack on Camelot that can wipe the smile off his lips right now, and it persists even when her practicality shines through. ]

I don't care what they think. They can watch if they're so curious. [ He doesn't really mean that, because that'd actually be incredibly mortifying, and that might be another comment that warrants a scolding. He's just on a roll today.

Slowly, he releases her hands, shifting to run his hand down her side slowly. Gingerly, he leans down to rest his cheek against her chest, content to listen to her heartbeat. He chuckles, fingertips now dancing near her bellybutton. ] I'm sure Merlin wouldn't be too worried. In fact, I'm not sure I'd notice anything different.

[ She's never spoken words more true than those three. She feels them truly, deeply, with every fiber of her being, even others doubted it (even Arthur) she loved him fully. And she always will.

Of course, he has to get a bit of a scolding at what he says even if she knows he cannot mean it. After all, the thought of anyone being privy to what they do together the intimacy of their bed, their chambers is more than a bit scandalous but mostly it's private, between they two.]

Arthur, [ She wiggles beneath him, pulling her face from his since she cannot use her hands to tickle him for punishment.] That is just... crude. [ She laughs despite what she says, although the laughter dies in her mouth as his hand runs down her side, leaving a trail of warmth.

And when his head lays against her chest, she lifts one hand to stroke his hair, gently.] Oh, [ She gives his cheek a light pat.] be kind. [ She reminds him to be even if she knows that Arthur appreciates what Merlin does for him more than he will ever dare say.]

I know. [ Arthur murmurs, eyes fluttering shut. If she weren't careful, he was likely to fall asleep again, as he found no greater comfort than being so close to her like this. He reaches down to clasp her hand in his, lacing their fingers together. ] Can you find it in your heart to forgive me?

[ He's careful not to put too much weight on her as he shifts, peppering a line of soft kisses down the curve of her neck. ] I'm plenty kind. Let's just hope he doesn't come bursting in unannounced like he usually does.

(( sorry about the delay! i'd reached a bit of a mental block ))

I suppose I should. [ She teases him softly, her eyes fluttering back open after closing for a moment before his fingers thread through hers. She smiles faintly for a moment as she feels the utter contentment of being in his arms once more.

A soft sigh leaves her lips as his trace along her neck, although she scoffs at his words a moment later.] That would mean we would have to get dressed and face the day, wouldn't it?

((no worries! it happens to us all!))

On second thought, maybe I should get up and permanently bolt the door. [ Arthur murmurs, not once halting the line of kisses he traces down to her collarbone. It was, after all, difficult to think of anything else when he was with Gwen. The last thing he wants to do today is face all of the responsibility, the event planning, the paperwork that came with being king.

And unfortunately for Gwen, unless she puts her foot down and pushes him along to face the day, he's quite content to stay where he is, veering into dangerous territory that really means they won't be leaving the room anytime soon. ]

[ Gwen cannot blame him for feeling the way he does. There are days where she actually misses being a chambermaid, the small difference in freedom seems so much larger now that she's the queen. Her duties are important to her, of course, she treasures them and is honored to be the queen. And she tries hard to shoulder as much of Arthur's responsibilities as he allows her to.]

And what if the guards break it down? [ Neither of her feet are being put down for the feel of his warm lips against her skin tempts her to want to skip the day away with him only.]

[ Arthur looks thoughtful for a moment before looking up and giving her a cheeky smile. ] Well, then they'll really be in for way more than they bargained to see first thing in the morning.

[ Thankfully, he knows that barring an emergency, his room is as private as he could hope for. Now that they were married, he'd enforced a strict "knock first" policy.

His face scrunches up, but he's doing a piss poor job of trying to seem guilty. ] That was the wrong thing to say again, wasn't it? Am I beyond forgiveness now?

(( again, sorry about the wait! i completely understand if you'd rather drop this~ ))

[ She laughs, breathless and sweet at his words even if she really should pretend to be more scandalized by them than she truly is. And it is her relief that no one dares barge in on his chambers in longer, now that he has a queen.

Still, she pretends to look stern (and fails because of the smile that insists on stretching on her lips).] Far beyond forgiveness.

((not at all! i'm so okay with slow tags or backtags forever <333 i enjoy your arthur too much! i was out of town this weekend anyways.))

[ Arthur laughs as well, letting his hands trail over her sides and rising to slowly undo the drawstring of her nightgown, taking way more time than one should ever need to accomplish such a task. Truly, everything about their morning would be lazy and carefree. ]

Am I beyond redemption? It looks like it's just a downward spiral from here, then.

[ Arthur kisses her again, deeply and slowly, and time has become so little of a concern that he doesn't even notice when rays of sunlight hit them through the window. He pulls the fabric down her shoulders, fingertips gingerly undoing the buttons along her back. ]

(( lemme know if you'd rather ftb! i should probably have asked beforehand... apologies OTL ))

[ A shiver courses through her as his fingers, deft and practiced, work on getting her nightgown untied, although he takes his time doing so. Her expression is one of a woman possessed by love, for she is, and it's all she can do to stop from sighing dreamily at the man above her.]

I suppose there are ways to beg forgiveness.

[ She barely manages to get those words out before their mouths fit together and she arches into him a bit more, feeling warmth spread through her that has nothing to do with the sun peeking through the curtains, a beacon that's meant to remind them that the say is starting anew. She cannot bring herself to stop him from pulling the fabric down her body, exposing her skin, the color of honey and kissed by the flush that spreads over it.

Her hands have no shirt to remove so they merely slide down his bare sides, fingers boldly tracing along the waistband of his trousers. It always gives her a thrill, the fact that she can touch him in such a way, so freely, even if the touch is hardly the least innocent of touches she's given him, it's still much more than she had been able to years ago.]

(( I'm totally good to keep going unless you're more comfortable with ftb!))

The Shipping Picture Prompt Meme

this is utter perfection :3 hope this canon point is okay, if not we can redo!

it's a perfect canon point! :)

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melts ;///; this is giving me cavities

me tooooo. the sweetest of sweet

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oh my god i just noticed my html fail in that dialogue

i didn't even notice! <3