Anniversary Joy (Closed to Arthur)

[destinywaitsher]

When Gwen awoke it was with the strongest feeling of love she had felt in so long. Yes she loved him every day but knowing that they had been married for a year now gave her this overwhelming feeling of happiness and joy. She tilted her head and smiled before slowly slipping away from his hold. She was lucky he seemed in such a deep sleep that he

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[couragerising]

Arthur woke to a sweet caress, instinctively moving his head against Guinevere's hand as he made an appreciative noise in his throat. Opening his eyes to smile up at his wife-- of a year, as of today!-- his eyebrows went up in surprise.

"Good morning," he said with a slow grin, his hands going to her waist as he leaned up for a kiss.

[destinywaitsher]

Oh how she loved watching him as he woke up. He really was absolutely adorable. And then came the change in his eyes as it appeared he at least got a glimpse of her clothing, or lack of. She returned he smile, already leaning in for the kiss she knew was coming. The kiss she wouldn't mind having.

"Morning," she replied, her words coming out as a purr. She met his lips, leaning over him as she kissed him back but soon, reluctantly, she pulled away to gesture to the tray. "Now, before breakfast gets cold."

[couragerising]

Now, this was a perfect way to wake up. And normally, breakfast in bed would make that even better, but Arthur did not completely let go of her.

"I like cold food," he grumbled, tugging her back.

[destinywaitsher]

"Well I don't," she replied, grinning down at him. But she knew he wasn't likely to let her go just yet and she wasn't incredibly angry. Why should she be? Her husband wanted her close and she really didn't mind.

"And I definitely don't like cold tea."

[destinywaitsher]

Gwen could let him look at her like that forever. With him she did not feel shy or silly. She felt appreciated. She was a woman and a lover and had nothing to be embarrassed about. And she knew her husband well.

"You remembered then." Part of her had honestly felt worried.

[couragerising]

"Of course, I did. The happiest day of my life would be difficult to forget," he teased gently.

With a nod toward his nightstand, he said, "Look in the drawer." Inside the drawer, she would find a small, wrapped box with a bow. Inside the box were a pair of diamond earrings, which he had bartered many hours of lessons and still saved up awhile for, on top of that.

If she liked them as much as he hoped she would, they would be worth every minute and penny.

[destinywaitsher]

Gwen grinned at that incredibly glad that he hadn't forgotten as she had worried and she felt stupid for feeling that way now. Very much so. She raised her eyebrow then stretched over his body to open the drawer. and when she found the box she glanced at him as she settled against his chest to open it. She gasped straight away.

"Oh Arthur they're beautiful."

[couragerising]

It was only through years of training in self-discipline that Arthur maintained his position as Guinevere leaned across him. As she opened the earrings, her expression made him glad he had kept still.

"Nothing I found compared to your beauty, but I hoped these could at least complement it," he commented quietly.

[destinywaitsher]

“But many more sell it warm.”

Because that really is how tea is meant to be. Cold tea made little sense. But, right now, her mind wasn’t entirely on tea given her husband continued to be so distracting beside her. Not that he really meant to be, or at least she assumed so.

[couragerising]

"Only because they have the energy to make it hot," he grinned.

Not that he was complaining; he would trade hot coffee for his hot wife lying naked against him, any day. (And, he finally understood that bit of modern slang; it worked perfectly.)

[destinywaitsher]

“Then you will just have to find the energy.”

Because she knew she really wasn’t going to manage such a thing. She just wanted warm tea whilst he had his coffee and breakfast both sitting there. And she knew how Arthur liked his breakfast. How he liked food in general really.

[couragerising]

He glanced down at her, raising an amused eyebrow.

"This is not about my coffee, is it?" He could see no reason that she would be so interested in the temperature of his beverage.

[couragerising]

"I cannot deny that." Nor would he want to try.

Settling down beside her, he took up his cup of coffee-- freshly heated-- and had to nod his agreement. "I will never quite understand the love of cold coffee. Iced, even." Those beverages were far too sweet; he did not even like the common additions of sugar or cream to his.

[destinywaitsher]

"It isn't the nicest of ideas. I do not want to even try it to see."

Well, the iced tea for her. She wasn't the biggest fan of coffee. She may have tried it recently but it just hadn't tasted nice to her so she would happily stay with her tea.

"Not too bad," she went on to say, meaning the tea.

[couragerising]

Arthur still could not understand how the simple act of pouring boiling water over either leaves or ground beans could taste different when one person did it as opposed to when another did, but facts were facts; Guinevere simply made better tea and coffee than he did.

"That's an improvement over the first time I made it," he remarked. She had not even been able to finish her first sip that time.

Handing her one of the plates, he said, "Despite some time passing and it being reheated, this still looks and smells delicious. Thank you." He gave her a kiss on the cheek before sitting back to take his own plate.

[destinywaitsher]

"Well you have had practice."

She couldn't really blame him. He knew no difference before arriving here. As the future King of Camelot he had little responsibility when it came to kitchens and the like. She just appreciated that he didn't keep up with that entitlement here. He got involved in any way possible.

"You're welcome." Though he didn't need to thank her. She took the plate but did not take much to eat. She wasn't feeling too incredibly hungry after all.