Hey. I am still on. I just saw that you have the prompt from rubberglue and soccer and your list. Sorry, I actually had it on my list too and uploaded it now. I hope that you have not written it already!
Almost Like Old Times - Merlin, Hunith, Guinevere, mentions of Arthur - PG
Another costume found its way into the bag. Guinevere was sitting on a rather large seat, sighing. It is the same as every year; Hunith would take Merlin out to go shopping, but in the end Arthur had the better costume anyway. It had grown to their personal challenge, and it had started with Hunith loving Halloween.
“What do you think?” Merlin asked rather exhausted. Guinevere herself would have had better things to do than to support this competition. Anyway, Hunith seems really happy about it and it is not like she gave Guinevere much choice either.
“Hmm...” Hunith was still working on the cape, in the meanwhile Guinevere could already say that this costume looks awful on Merlin. You have to look like some kind of demigod if you want to go as Thor.
Maybe Arthur could go as Thor. Guinevere stopped her thoughts, concentrating on the task to find the best costume for Merlin
( ... )
Fever - Arthur, Guinevere, mention of Uther - Arthur/Guinevere - M - Warning: Sex
Her skin was hot and her breasts were brushing against his naked upper body. The moaning from her increases with every thrust. He keeps getting deeper and his growls were growing stronger. Guinevere’s pleading were more than he has asked. His view got more blurred with each sweat bead that were finding its way over his forehead. He had to touch her, feel her, make love to her.
You're not going to die, Arthur. I'm telling you.
His fingers were brushing against her, taking her breast into a firm grasp. The moans of her pleasure was making him feel the warmth of their lovemaking. Guinevere’s hand was touching his forehead, her mouth was placing kisses over his face. He whispered declarations of love towards her.
Because I know that one day you will be King. A greater king than your father could ever be. It's what keeps me going.Their bodies were surrounded by yellow smoke. He knows that he is dreaming, but it does not matter. Her hands touched
( ... )
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Another costume found its way into the bag. Guinevere was sitting on a rather large seat, sighing. It is the same as every year; Hunith would take Merlin out to go shopping, but in the end Arthur had the better costume anyway. It had grown to their personal challenge, and it had started with Hunith loving Halloween.
“What do you think?” Merlin asked rather exhausted. Guinevere herself would have had better things to do than to support this competition. Anyway, Hunith seems really happy about it and it is not like she gave Guinevere much choice either.
“Hmm...” Hunith was still working on the cape, in the meanwhile Guinevere could already say that this costume looks awful on Merlin. You have to look like some kind of demigod if you want to go as Thor.
Maybe Arthur could go as Thor. Guinevere stopped her thoughts, concentrating on the task to find the best costume for Merlin ( ... )
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“I think that you are wrong.”
“What?”
Guinevere is more than tolerant, but the new coach is giving her a headache.
“You are wrong.” Arthur stated again, as if it would be obvious.
“Yeah, I got that part.” Guinevere’s voice was growing more angry with each second.
“I am just saying, you should not spend all the money in new footballs.”
“Well, since we are playing soccer I think that we need new footballs.”
“We do not.”
Guinevere growls, clearly overwhelmed.
“I am not telling you how you have to do your job either!”
“Well, there is not much improvement possible.”
Arthur smirked, confident.
***
“I told you,” Arthur was sitting next to Guinevere.
“What did you tell me?”
Guinevere is so annoyed, she never disliked anyone more. He is hot, but that is not what she is thinking about the whole time.
No.“I told you that I do not need improvement, and here we are, still having won every game ( ... )
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Her skin was hot and her breasts were brushing against his naked upper body. The moaning from her increases with every thrust. He keeps getting deeper and his growls were growing stronger. Guinevere’s pleading were more than he has asked. His view got more blurred with each sweat bead that were finding its way over his forehead. He had to touch her, feel her, make love to her.
You're not going to die, Arthur. I'm telling you.
His fingers were brushing against her, taking her breast into a firm grasp. The moans of her pleasure was making him feel the warmth of their lovemaking. Guinevere’s hand was touching his forehead, her mouth was placing kisses over his face. He whispered declarations of love towards her.
Because I know that one day you will be King. A greater king than your father could ever be. It's what keeps me going.Their bodies were surrounded by yellow smoke. He knows that he is dreaming, but it does not matter. Her hands touched ( ... )
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