Lazy Sundays | Arthur, Gwen, Arthur/Gwen | PGThe soft warmth of the ray of sunshine upon your cheek is what wakes you up. You burrow further into the pillow, relishing in the comfort of the soft bed and blankets you are buried under. The arm that clasps your waist tightens slightly, the warm body besides snuggling even closer
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They Grow Up So Fast | Arthur, Gwen, A/G mentions of OCs | PG
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“But daddy! We’re in love!” Arthur and Gwen’s six year old son, Adam announces with a serious look upon his face - very much like his father does when Gwen doesn’t take him seriously --, holding onto his best friend Amy’s tiny hand. They had come in five minutes ago, after playing in their cubby house in their yard, asking them if they could help them set up the yard for a wedding.
It took everything in Arthur and Gwen to not giggle at them. Sure, it was adorable and Adam and Amy are too young to know what real true love. But the stern look upon their faces when they first reacted to the news was priceless.
So there was nothing for them to do but help them in their make-believe play. To be a child again, both Arthur and Gwen thought as they finished the final touches to the aisle
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High School Secret Favor / AG / R {w: language, hints of foreplay}
It’s the perfect destination. It’s the steam and the hot sweat of pre-summer. It’s kissing and pressing against each other. In back of his dad’s SUV. It’s the drive-in where the movie ceases to matter. Where bodies stroke, clutch and cosset. Where they meet each Saturday night. It’s all so clandestine.
Forbidden.He’s Arthur Pendragon, head jock of the Camelot Knights. Class President. All his friends are at the top of the popularity pole. Everything he does is golden
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Fuck where her fingers are, clenching his lower posterior. If she gets too daring he’s going to have to swat them away. For now his hands mold her curvaceous body. His fingers press into the opening of her dipping halter and fondle the top of her breasts. Thank everything up above she isn’t some demure little polyanna. Maybe Gwen acts a little shyly at school, but in the back of his dad’s SUV, she is carnal exploration. Her breath against his cheek. Her hot air of lust. Oh he wants this always. No more sweet little prom dates. Just this everlasting fucking good drive to hot madness.
It is burning outside. Still a sticky hot 90 degrees. And yet it is 100 above inside the SUV. They can’t stop, rocking and pushing against each other. Pulling into. Her tongue rolling past his. Swallowing it all up like the most precious sweet candy.
Hehehe I actually might write a one shot based on this, because what annoyed me so much was that we never knew what happened to Gwen's mother. At first I was going to have it has some kind of letter of their mother telling them that she loves him etc. Then I thought what if they thought their mother was dead, only it turns out she wasn't. And well this is what happens.
Of course now I have to work out why their mother left and all that. But it shall be fun!
She did not seek this.You do not go into life searching out the existence that practicality tells will have no possibility. You do not believe that one day your status will be opposite of what it was before. And yet too you do not believe that love will consume your body, mind and heart one day. You do not conceive that you will find another who be partner, friend, and lover. You do not see the magic fly in the sky. You do not hear the kingdoms come together. You do not feel the beats of the minstrel bands
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“But daddy! We’re in love!” Arthur and Gwen’s six year old son, Adam announces with a serious look upon his face - very much like his father does when Gwen doesn’t take him seriously --, holding onto his best friend Amy’s tiny hand. They had come in five minutes ago, after playing in their cubby house in their yard, asking them if they could help them set up the yard for a wedding.
It took everything in Arthur and Gwen to not giggle at them. Sure, it was adorable and Adam and Amy are too young to know what real true love. But the stern look upon their faces when they first reacted to the news was priceless.
So there was nothing for them to do but help them in their make-believe play. To be a child again, both Arthur and Gwen thought as they finished the final touches to the aisle ( ... )
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It’s the perfect destination. It’s the steam and the hot sweat of pre-summer. It’s kissing and pressing against each other. In back of his dad’s SUV. It’s the drive-in where the movie ceases to matter. Where bodies stroke, clutch and cosset. Where they meet each Saturday night. It’s all so clandestine.
Forbidden.He’s Arthur Pendragon, head jock of the Camelot Knights. Class President. All his friends are at the top of the popularity pole. Everything he does is golden ( ... )
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It is burning outside. Still a sticky hot 90 degrees. And yet it is 100 above inside the SUV. They can’t stop, rocking and pushing against each other. Pulling into. Her tongue rolling past his. Swallowing it all up like the most precious sweet candy.
Oh…maybe this could turn to something more?
Fuck it he doesn’t care.
She doesn’t either.
Not now. Not yet.
Just…keep
Coming to the drive-in.
Keep
comingKeep not watching the movie ( ... )
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A/N: This fic is an AU of series 4. Lancelot never returned as a shade and Gwen was never banished.
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Tap, tap. Gwen hears a soft knock on the door, “Enter ( ... )
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Of course now I have to work out why their mother left and all that. But it shall be fun!
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She did not seek this.You do not go into life searching out the existence that practicality tells will have no possibility. You do not believe that one day your status will be opposite of what it was before. And yet too you do not believe that love will consume your body, mind and heart one day. You do not conceive that you will find another who be partner, friend, and lover. You do not see the magic fly in the sky. You do not hear the kingdoms come together. You do not feel the beats of the minstrel bands ( ... )
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