100 Fantasies Challenge: #63 Fic:Rhythm Of The Heat
Title: Rhythm Of The Heat
Characters/Pairings: Arthur/Gwen
Rating/Warnings: PG-13
Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: Again I own nothing
Summary: Gwen thoughts as she watches Arthur train in summer’s heat…hmm wonder where her thoughts mite go XD
Word Count: 601
Author’s Notes: This was written for the 100 fantasies challenge hosted bycamelot_love The prompt was: Arthur trains/Gwen watches
Comments always welcome and appreciated
Every movement sent a shiver down her spine. It seemed that it was all especially choreographed for her, to make her weak in the knees. The day was boiling; summer had come in hot and fast. Clear shimmering droplets were dripping down his forehead as he fought with another knight. His golden hair was glistening in the sunlight and plastered to his forehead. She had an uncontrollable desire to wipe the sweat away, to kiss each bead. She wanted to run her hands over his hot body and make him tremble with the desire she felt. Did he know what effect he was having on her? Was he aware that each clash of his sword, every barked out order he gave, was stealing her breath away? The commanding tone in his voice was making her imagination run wild.
The rug she was meant to be airing out was completely forgotten. The only thing keeping it from falling to the ground was the window ledge and her hands, which were clutching at it vigorously. The other men who were on the training field, the swords, shields, armour, flags and other training equipment burled into an unfathomable mess; only he was clear in the painting. His colours shone out the brightest, blinding her to the rest.
She should have known better than to come here, to watch him. She knew that the sight of him throwing himself whole heartily into his training covered in a layer of sweat, dressed in gleaming armour, would set her ablaze. But then wasn’t that the exact reason she’d come. Despite the fact no work was getting done while she stared at him below, she found herself rather glad she had come, for this sight was one she just couldn’t miss, not for all the gold in the kingdom.
She bit her lip and smiled in utter adoration as he yet again threw a strong blow knocking his opponent back a few paces. The fight had been going on for some time now, both men were tiring and it would soon be over. She had to fight back the urge to cheer him on and instead bit harder on her lip. His jaw line tensed up tightly as he landed another firm blow and she found herself yet again losing her breath entirely. She had lost count of how many beats her heart was doing in a second, but she knew it was banging loudly within her.
Suddenly without warning he let out a growl and brought down his sword against the other knight, their two swords clashing together. The sound of the encounter echoed round the field and through her trembling body making it ache. Next he kneed him in the stomach hard, sending him flying, upholding his title as the strongest and best warrior of the knights of Camelot.
Her face broke out into a huge smile, she was beaming with pride and also longing. She wanted to cheer and shout but even though she was absorbed and caught up in the battle that had finished, she was still aware of her surroundings. She hoped he would still be this energetic when she got to him later and preferably still wearing that armour. As if he had heard her thoughts he abruptly turned and looked up, right at her. He smirked smugly when he saw the look in her eyes, how she was biting down on her bottom lip and the way she was clinging onto the rug. He quickly and slyly winked at her flirtatiously before turning back to his men and barking out orders.