100 Fantasies Challenge: #45 Fic:Sun And Moon
Title: Sun and Moon
Characters/Pairings: Arthur/Gwen
Rating/Warnings: PG
Spoilers: Nope can’t see any.
Disclaimer: Despite wishing it to be, I still don’t own anything.
Summary: Thoughts on the roles they play during the day etc
Word Count: 741
Author’s notes: This was written for the 100 fantasies challenge hosted by camelot_love The prompt was: Between the sheets (I took it more as they saying ‘in-between the sheets’ rather than them actually being in between sheets although it is mentioned hope that’s cool with everyone :D)
Comments=Happy little me =P
They walked on different paths during the day, poles apart. The quick longing glances when they passed in the halls, the brief smiles thrown each other’s way across the room; the sneaky brush of the hand was all that connected them physically. Spiritually they were always joined, forever connected by a thread of love that could stretch across the poles without wavering. Their hearts knew where the other was. It was a secret concealed in the depths of their souls that only they knew and it kept them going. This secret bond allowed them to play their parts to the outside world. To keep their love hidden; enclosed within their chests, flowing through their veins.
He was the prince, cocky, smug and royal. He moved around the halls with an air of arrogance about him, ordering Merlin about, training his knights with his ‘I’ve been trained to kill since birth’ face. If he saw Gwen he kept it on, didn’t let it slip. He didn’t rush towards her and cover her body in his as he wished to do; he’d walk on by, keep his eyes trained on something else resisting the urge to allow his affection to flow freely from his body. Should the need to talk to her in the presence of others occur, he would use his prince’s voice, talking above her. His face would wear a look of boredom while behind his eyes burned desire and fondness. He knew she could see beyond the clouds he was forced to put in the pools of his eyes, could read between his words. Hear the ‘I love you’ that was veiled in the order. When the day ended and they were alone he could allow the mask to drop, could smother her in kisses, hold her body firmly to his, never letting it go for a second.
She was a handmaiden; her place was low on the ground. She kept her head down as she travelled round the castle carrying out her duties, the jobs of a servant. She bit her lip when she wanted to speak up, kept in her place, eyes fixed on the floor. She would chatter with the other maids, listing to the local gossip yet never participating, she never had before anyway, but she’d listen, occasionally nodding and mmming when it was her cue. When she saw him she’d force back the smile not letting it grace her face. She’d steal a glance though, one quick simple peek. When he was training the knights she would watch from the windows as she walked through the corridors. Watch as he barked out orders and strutted about, swaggering this way and that. She’d bite back the giddy grin she wanted to reveal when in he was close to her. Called him sire, instead of Arthur knowing full well he could hear the affection in her voice when she said the word. She would control her body not allowing it to enclose itself in those strong arms, to crush it against his muscular built frame. She would hold it back, saving it for later. When she was in his chambers and they were alone, she’d leave the servant girl at the door, casting her aside. She would grip at his shoulders holding him to her, melting into him, kissing every part of him she could find.
When it was night and they were alone, they walked on the same path. They were joined physically able to release their passion, let it fly around them in a swirl of mist, wrapping around their bodies. Their love would seep into the skin of the other, absorbing into them and piercing straight to their soul strengthening it. They could let go of the things they said and did during the day that separated them, that reminded them of their stations. Between the sheets they whispered their love, their dreams. They talked of a future that seemed so out of reach during the day, as if it would all happen tomorrow. As if their troubles were far behind them instead of right in front. Between the sheets they were no longer the prince and the maid they were Arthur and Guinevere, future king and queen of Camelot, living and breathing in each other. They were simply two hearts, two souls that had found each other; had melted to become one heart and one soul. In between the sheets they became whole.