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“No, No Guinevere, not like that, like this!” shouted Arthur as he showed her how to use the sword in one of their morning lessons. She surprised him with her ability to grasp the swordsmanship with such ease but her mind often wandered, especially when he kept on and on at her.
“Well if you’re going to raise your voice, I’m not playing this stupid game of yours anymore” frowned Gwen, as she turned sharply around ready to walk away.
Arthur strode inoltrare, avanti and reached for her, grabbing her around her tiny waist and spinning her around. He pulled her inoltrare, avanti until she was pressed against his body. He looked down at her, at her beautiful brown eyes and gently stroked the little frown line on her brow, as he smiled and then broke into a gentle laugh.
She looked up at him, still frowning slightly, but enjoying feeling him against her. Her frown was replaced da a smile as she gazed into his sky blue eyes, the eyes that never failed to turn her into a quivering wreck, the smile that always made her melt.
“I know how to do it” she detto firmly, “I just do it my way”
He laughed again, keeping hold of her against him. She was fiercely independent and that was one of the things that attracted him to her. He loved how she stood up to him, it stirred him, made him want her, even più than he always wanted her.
The look in his eyes turned to lust as he pulled her even tighter, her bosom pressed against his chest as he gazed down upon them. He still couldn’t believe they were his and his alone, that she was his, his wife, his Queen.
He bent down and pressed his lips hard against hers, those soft lips that he kissed daily and still never tired of kissing.
She responded da parting her lips to allow his tongue entry as she returned the kiss. Her head was in a whirl, as always when he held her and kissed her. She could hear nothing but his rapid breathing. He murmured softly as her lips parted and the soft flesh yielded to him.
Their passion was broken da a voice “Sire, you’re wanted in the Counsel chamber”. It was Merlin, faithful and usually annoying Merlin who never failed to interrupt at the most inconvenient moments.
They parted quickly, she with flushed cheeks and he looking annoyed.
“What is it this time Merlin, what is it that can’t wait until I give my wife a kiss”
Merlin laughed and apologised profusely, “Sorry, sorry, apparently your presence is needed in the Counsel chambers. It was arranged for this morning but te obviously forgot and I don’t blame te at all” he grinned as he winked at Gwen, which made her blush even more.
“Thank te Merlin” she said, throwing him a ‘not happy at being disturbed’ look
He shrugged his shoulders in apology and again mouthed “sorry” to her.
Arthur quickly composed himself, straightening his red shirt, ensuring it was pulled down far enough to cover his clearly aroused state. Merlin chuckled “a bucket of cold water may be in order sire” he laughed, turned around and walked quickly away before Arthur had the chance to throw something at him.
“We, young lady, shall continue later” detto Arthur as he grinned at Guinevere “the lesson is over for now, same time tomorrow morning”.
He gave Guinevere a quick, discreet baciare on the lips as he strode off after Merlin, mumbling something under his breath.
