14 Days of A/G:Fic:I Can Feel Your Heartbeat Through My Shirt
Title: I Can Feel Your Heartbeat Through My Shirt
Characters/Pairings: Arthur/Guinevere
Rating/Warnings: G
Spoilers: Nope
Disclaimer: I own nothing =[
Summary: This time, Gwen puts Arthur's hand on her heart
Word Count: 885
Author’s notes: for Camelot_love’s 14 days of love. Prompt was F-16. This time, Gwen puts Arthur's hand on her heart. And was prompted by fly_to_dawnenjoy ^-^ Title was from Snow Portal song “Just say yes” a very A/G song =D comments are ♥
I Can Feel Your Heartbeat Through My Shirt
Arthur strode into their chambers sluggishly, hair dishevelled, sweat glistening on his brow. Gwen turned around to face him from her place by the window, her usual spot, as Arthur began stripping off his sweaty clothes, chucking them on the floor, making her tut with disapproval. 25 years of marriage and he still hadn’t learnt to put them in the washing basket. 25 years, it seemed like a day, everything had just flown by so fast, a beautiful spectacular blur of happiness. Both of them had aged, losing some of the perfections they had had in their youth. Strands of grey hair where scattered about in their hair, though Arthur had the great fortune of having blonde hair which hid the grey well. On Gwen’s it stood out like a sore thumb against the darkness of her curls but she didn’t mind, everyone grew old, best to do it gracefully.
Her thighs had gotten bigger as well; it was all that child bearing she would think every time she examined them in the mirror. Her waist was still slender but not like it used to be; her stomach was slightly rounder. Wrinkles had formed across her face, especially around her eyes, crow’s feet some called them; she preferred to think of them as laughter lines. Her hands were worn, the markings on them far more apparent now. Arthur was the same. Across the top of his brow deep lines lay from all the knitting of his brows he’d done over the years concentrating. He’d gained a little weight around his belly, though he was still fighting fit, running around, swinging his sword about only a little bit slower than he’d been able to do when he was younger. Small and large lines of silver from the many battles, trials and tribulations he been though lay littered across his skin; Gwen knew each of them by heart.
But even after all these years, after time had taken its toll on them, the mileage wearing them down, cracking the paint, Gwen still found him the most handsome man. He still seemed in her eyes, perfect in every way, just as attractive as in the days of his youth. He still made her heart beat at double speed and butterflies flutter in her stomach every time he walked though that door. Gwen smiled lovingly at her husband as he let out a slight groan, his muscles aching as he sat down on the bed, his bare torso exposed, and bent over to remove his boots. Gwen continued to stare at him, studying each and every detail of his face, her heart picking up speed as the minutes passed by. Sensing her gaze on him Arthur turned his head to look at her over his shoulder, smirking. His eyes had not lost their sparkle, the glint of self-satisfaction at catching Gwen’s gaze on him. Gwen let out a sigh and shook her head as a giddy smile appeared.
“What?” Arthur asked, confused.
“Nothing,” Gwen replied “it’s just…after all this time you still make my heat race.”
Arthur let out a puff of air as if to say “yeah right,” and half smiled. He thought she was joking, teasing him, because how on earth could he still do that when the years had rubbed him down. Just look at him groaning and moaning with aches and pains, his body betraying him. Gwen could tell this was what he was thinking by the way he immediately straightened up, searching for a shirt. Gwen shook her head amused, wasn’t she the one who should be getting insecure over her looks, worried that her husband will move onto a younger girl, take up a mistress? But then Arthur had always been the vainer one.
“I’m serious,” Gwen called to him, voice firm and sincere. Then walking towards him quickly before he could shove the shirt he was currently reaching for on, she picked up his hand in hers, marvelling all over again how they fit so perfectly together and placed his palm against her chest. Arthur felt though her skin her beating heart and just how fast it was beating, increasing its speed the more his hand lingered…ba doom, ba doom, badoom, badoom, baddoombadoom, baddoombadoom.
“Seeeeee” Gwen elongated the word, in a told you so manner, caressing his hand with her own, tracing the lines of sliver that lay there delicately. Arthur smiled, eyes softening as he looked at their joined hands. Slowly Gwen lifted his hand off her chest and bought it to her lips, brushing her lips them over each of his knuckles softly before looking up at him, her brown eyes sparkling. Arthur silently leant in towards her as she reached up, in a move they’d perfected to the point where they could be standing in a darken room miles apart and still be able walk towards each other and find this position without bumping into anything along the way. Just before their lips met Arthur whispered “Don’t ever change,” making Gwen smile broadly and close the gap between them herself, her hands coming to bury themselves into his hair, pulling him in closer and pressing herself to him so tightly that Arthur could still feel her heart beating rapidly through her chest, the sound echoing into his own heart.
Characters/Pairings: Arthur/Guinevere
Rating/Warnings: G
Spoilers: Nope
Disclaimer: I own nothing =[
Summary: This time, Gwen puts Arthur's hand on her heart
Word Count: 885
Author’s notes: for Camelot_love’s 14 days of love. Prompt was F-16. This time, Gwen puts Arthur's hand on her heart. And was prompted by fly_to_dawnenjoy ^-^ Title was from Snow Portal song “Just say yes” a very A/G song =D comments are ♥
I Can Feel Your Heartbeat Through My Shirt
Arthur strode into their chambers sluggishly, hair dishevelled, sweat glistening on his brow. Gwen turned around to face him from her place by the window, her usual spot, as Arthur began stripping off his sweaty clothes, chucking them on the floor, making her tut with disapproval. 25 years of marriage and he still hadn’t learnt to put them in the washing basket. 25 years, it seemed like a day, everything had just flown by so fast, a beautiful spectacular blur of happiness. Both of them had aged, losing some of the perfections they had had in their youth. Strands of grey hair where scattered about in their hair, though Arthur had the great fortune of having blonde hair which hid the grey well. On Gwen’s it stood out like a sore thumb against the darkness of her curls but she didn’t mind, everyone grew old, best to do it gracefully.
Her thighs had gotten bigger as well; it was all that child bearing she would think every time she examined them in the mirror. Her waist was still slender but not like it used to be; her stomach was slightly rounder. Wrinkles had formed across her face, especially around her eyes, crow’s feet some called them; she preferred to think of them as laughter lines. Her hands were worn, the markings on them far more apparent now. Arthur was the same. Across the top of his brow deep lines lay from all the knitting of his brows he’d done over the years concentrating. He’d gained a little weight around his belly, though he was still fighting fit, running around, swinging his sword about only a little bit slower than he’d been able to do when he was younger. Small and large lines of silver from the many battles, trials and tribulations he been though lay littered across his skin; Gwen knew each of them by heart.
But even after all these years, after time had taken its toll on them, the mileage wearing them down, cracking the paint, Gwen still found him the most handsome man. He still seemed in her eyes, perfect in every way, just as attractive as in the days of his youth. He still made her heart beat at double speed and butterflies flutter in her stomach every time he walked though that door. Gwen smiled lovingly at her husband as he let out a slight groan, his muscles aching as he sat down on the bed, his bare torso exposed, and bent over to remove his boots. Gwen continued to stare at him, studying each and every detail of his face, her heart picking up speed as the minutes passed by. Sensing her gaze on him Arthur turned his head to look at her over his shoulder, smirking. His eyes had not lost their sparkle, the glint of self-satisfaction at catching Gwen’s gaze on him. Gwen let out a sigh and shook her head as a giddy smile appeared.
“What?” Arthur asked, confused.
“Nothing,” Gwen replied “it’s just…after all this time you still make my heat race.”
Arthur let out a puff of air as if to say “yeah right,” and half smiled. He thought she was joking, teasing him, because how on earth could he still do that when the years had rubbed him down. Just look at him groaning and moaning with aches and pains, his body betraying him. Gwen could tell this was what he was thinking by the way he immediately straightened up, searching for a shirt. Gwen shook her head amused, wasn’t she the one who should be getting insecure over her looks, worried that her husband will move onto a younger girl, take up a mistress? But then Arthur had always been the vainer one.
“I’m serious,” Gwen called to him, voice firm and sincere. Then walking towards him quickly before he could shove the shirt he was currently reaching for on, she picked up his hand in hers, marvelling all over again how they fit so perfectly together and placed his palm against her chest. Arthur felt though her skin her beating heart and just how fast it was beating, increasing its speed the more his hand lingered…ba doom, ba doom, badoom, badoom, baddoombadoom, baddoombadoom.
“Seeeeee” Gwen elongated the word, in a told you so manner, caressing his hand with her own, tracing the lines of sliver that lay there delicately. Arthur smiled, eyes softening as he looked at their joined hands. Slowly Gwen lifted his hand off her chest and bought it to her lips, brushing her lips them over each of his knuckles softly before looking up at him, her brown eyes sparkling. Arthur silently leant in towards her as she reached up, in a move they’d perfected to the point where they could be standing in a darken room miles apart and still be able walk towards each other and find this position without bumping into anything along the way. Just before their lips met Arthur whispered “Don’t ever change,” making Gwen smile broadly and close the gap between them herself, her hands coming to bury themselves into his hair, pulling him in closer and pressing herself to him so tightly that Arthur could still feel her heart beating rapidly through her chest, the sound echoing into his own heart.