Part 15: link


    Arthur plunges his head under the warm spray of the shower, thoroughly rinsing the remains of the shaving cream and bits of hair down the tub drain. Gwen stands back slightly, just watching the water run in rivulets down his body, chasing through the lines of his muscled torso, shimmering against the dragon on his shoulder.
    “Come here, you,” he growls seductively, reaching for her, pulling her into the warmth of his arms and the water. “You’re so cold! I’m sorry, I’m hogging the water.”
    “I’m fine, really,” she says, reaching up and স্নেহ চুম্বন him, sliding her body against his, the water streaming down over them, his hands sliding along her back, down to grasp her backside while his tongue plunders her mouth.
    Gwen presses against him, feeling the evidence of his desire growing against her stomach.
    “Arthur,” she gasps against his lips, her hands creeping up around his neck. He holds her tightly to him, enjoying her wet skin against his, the water making their lips slippery.
    Arthur sucks at her succulent lower lip, pulling its lush fullness into his mouth, nibbling it gently. He releases it with a groan, leaning his head back under the water again.
    While his eyes are closed, Gwen reaches for the soap, sudsing it between her hands. She places her soapy hands on his chest, sliding them around. His eyes open at the feel of her slippery palms on his skin, over-sensitized and electric.
    “Ooo,” he says, grinning, “that looks like fun.” He takes the soap and follows suit, getting his own hands all soapy before touching her body, closing his eyes again as his hands run over her skin.
    She slides her hands on his stomach, he follows suit. She moves hers up to his chest, and he eagerly caresses her breasts, the soapy film sliding between his palms and her hardened nipples. Gwen sighs and drops her head back, and her hands সরানো to grasp him, her slippery palm sliding on his length, drawing another groan from him.
    “Don’t get too eager there, miss, I’ve got plans for you,” he says raggedly, gently removing her hand from him.
    “Oh?” she says with a sly smile, stepping অগ্রবর্তী to press her body against his. She moves slightly, slipping and sliding against him, the texture of his soapy wet chest hair tantalizing her breasts.
    “Mmm…” he moans. “Yes, I do, my little লেবু drop,” he says, bending his head to চুম্বন her again, turning them আরো into the spray, rinsing the soap from their bodies.
    “I would have thought you’d have gone with চকোলেট drop,” she jokes, pulling her lips away, and he starts laughing.
    “Ah, but লেবু drops are my favorite,” he says, nuzzling her nose with his. She feels one hand leave her body and reach up for something. It returns with a bottle of shampoo. “Would you?” he asks, স্নেহ চুম্বন her again.
    “Sure,” she smiles and takes the bottle. “Though I’ve never washed so little hair before,” she laughs, pouring a small amount into her palm and reaching up to his head.
    “Here,” he says, kneeling down in front of her so she doesn’t have to reach up.
    “Thank you. Be— Arthur!” Her words are cut off দ্বারা the sensation of his lips on her breasts, closing around a nipple, his tongue laving the sensitive tip.
    “I was just going to tell আপনি to behave yourself,” she says, her fingers massaging the shampoo through the strip of hair down the center of his head. His hair is really very silky, even wet, she thinks, still distracted as Arthur moves to her other breast.
    “That feels good,” he mutters against her breasts before standing to rinse.

    “So,” Guinevere stands wrapped in a towel, her hands on her hips. “What was this about আপনি having plans for me?”
    Arthur stands across the bedroom from her, towel around his waist, hair hanging to one side, drying quickly. “Yes. I believe I mentioned something Saturday about payback.”
    Uh-oh. Don’t back down, girl. “Indeed.”
    “Did আপনি think I would forget?” he says, advancing on her.
    “Oh, I knew আপনি wouldn’t.”
    “Well, I certainly was not going to wait until after your holiday.” He grins at her. “You look really good in that towel.”
    “Again, আপনি are biased.”
    He shrugs, and leans in close. “Close your eyes.”
    “What?”
    “Trust me, Sweet,” he says softly, স্নেহ চুম্বন her. “Close your eyes.”
    She does, and he quickly opens a drawer and pulls out a bandana. Giving it a quick sniff to make sure it is clean, he moves around behind her and, folding it into a strip, places it over her eyes and knots it securely at the back of her head.
    “Ah, I see. অথবা rather, I don’t,” she says.
    He chuckles against the skin of her neck, placing a few kisses there, nudging her braid aside with nose.
    Gwen hears a soft noise, and assumes that his towel has dropped to the floor, since hers is still on. She gropes back with her hand, investigating.
    “Ah-ah, Sweet,” he scolds, moving away from her hand.
    “Well, isn’t that what আপনি do when you’re blind? আপনি have to feel around,” she argues.
    “You’re not blind. You’re blindfolded. There’s a difference.”
    “You are impossible.”
    She feels his lips against her ear, his warm, wet tongue sliding out and running along the outer shell. “You wouldn’t have me any other way,” he purrs in her ear.
    “I would like to have আপনি every way,” she returns, her voice low and breathy. Her মতামত draws a groan from him and she finds herself suddenly lifted off her feet and into his arms.
    She hangs onto his neck, laughing as she finds herself dropped onto his low bed.
    “Oof!” she exclaims, hands reflexively grabbing at her towel, holding it in place.
    “Gimme that,” he says, reaching for the edge of the towel and pulling it. Gwen lifts herself up so that he can remove it, and she hears it land on the floor off to her left somewhere.
    For a few moments nothing happens. I assume he’s just watching me, she thinks as she settles in, making herself comfortable, stretching languidly on the bed.
    She cannot help but smile when she hears the sharp intake of breath from him. Yes. Definitely watching. She listens closely, and hears his breathing, his soft footfall as he walks around the bed.
    Arthur takes her in, his eyes roving over her slender form, petite and luscious. That was a dirty trick before, stretching like that, he thinks, deciding what to do next. Toes would be too obvious, too predictable. Though I will get there. Hmm.
    His thoughts are interrupted দ্বারা Gwen’s hand, trailing along her torso, dragging her fingers down between her breasts, taking a small detour to বৃত্ত one of them.
    “Guinevere,” he croaks.
    “You’re taking too long,” she says, her hand moving lower, across her stomach, heading lower still.
    Arthur grabs it before it reaches its intended destination. “Oh, no, আপনি are not taking control here, little one,” he says, স্নেহ চুম্বন her fingers one দ্বারা one. “This is my game, and আপনি are not taking it over.” He turns her hand and kisses her palm, then the inside of her wrist. Then he decides to work his way up her arm, slowly স্নেহ চুম্বন his way up, touching nothing but her arm.
    “Arthur,” she says, her voice pleading gently.
    He chuckles, reaching her shoulder, which he bites, causing her to yelp. The পরবর্তি thing she feels is his tongue, soothing the bitten spot.
    “Mmm,” she sighs, and he sucks gently at her neck a little, careful this time so he doesn’t leave a mark.
    Gwen feels the mattress drop beside her as he finally joins her on the bed. Was he just crouching beside it before?
    Arthur places a hand on her stomach, fingers splaying out, and it feels like his broad hand covers the entire thing. His lips advance further, sliding against her throat, nipping her jaw before dropping against hers, where he kisses her leisurely, all soft lips and tongue, while his hand on her stomach moves higher, cupping the underside of her breast, brushing his thumb against the sensitive skin.
    Guinevere returns his kisses, deep and hungry, her other senses – touch, smell, taste – all heightened due to the blindfold. My eyes would likely be closed right now anyway, but this is different. His hands feel amazing on my skin. The clean soap smell from his skin reaches her nose, the sweet taste of his tongue invades her own mouth.
    “Arthur,” she pulls away to gasp his name.
    He grins at her, forgetting she can’t see him, and kisses the end of her nose. She giggles softly as he leaves her lips and drops kisses down her neck again, between her breasts, to her stomach.
    “Your skin is so soft,” he mumbles, almost to himself, turning his face to lay his cheek against the skin of her stomach. She feels the slight evening stubble of his cheek against her skin, slightly scratchy.
    Suddenly he lifts his head, presses his lips to her stomach again, and blows, as one would do to tickle a toddler. Guinevere shrieks and laughs, reflexively grabbing his head. “Arthur!” she exclaims, but he is chuckling, his lips against her stomach again, trailing a path of আগুন from her navel down, lower, angling to head for her thigh.
    I know where he’s going, Gwen thinks, smiling, adjusting her legs, parting them for him as he crawls down, স্নেহ চুম্বন her inner thigh now.
    He bites the tender flesh there once, then reaches up to stroke her warmth with his tongue, not surprised at all to find her already wet and fully aroused, the tight bundle of nerves already swollen and firm as he flicks it with his tongue. He smiles against her when he hears her moan, feels her quivering and squirming from his ministrations.
    Arthur slides his tongue down, thrusting it inside her, bringing forth another delicious moan from Gwen’s lips. She is clutching at the sheets, breathing heavily, and he reaches up with one hand to close his hand over one of her breasts.
    “Arthur,” she breathes his name again.
    He backs away for a moment and touches her with his other hand, dragging his finger along a few times before returning his lips and tongue to her, moving his finger to slide inside while his tongue slowly caresses her sensitive button.
    Guinevere cries out when she feels his finger slide into her, joined দ্বারা his tongue’s torment. He adds another finger and a plaintive, “Oh… God…” escapes her lips.
    Arthur slides his fingers in and out in time with his licks, his other hand, forgotten, merely holds her breast, idly squeezing it when he remembers. Gwen is beyond thought, though, and her hips tilt up into him, knees falling wide as she surrenders to him, gasping, little “oos” and “ahs” and “ohs” escaping her, building in frequency and intensity until she is shouting his name, her body jerking.
    He feels her muscles constrict against his fingers, pulsing, and he lifts his head, স্নেহ চুম্বন her inner thigh again, but he leaves his fingers inside, fascinated as the contractions gradually slow and taper off as her breathing slows as well.
    “Oh, my,” she says finally, dropping her head to one side. She reaches for the bandana as he slowly removes his fingers from her.
    “Not yet, Sweet,” he says gently, leaning up to চুম্বন her again.
    “Oh, God,” she says, dropping her hand, “you’re not done with me?”
    “Of course not,” he grins at her again. “I’ve got something else for you, আপনি know,” he adds, dropping his hips so she can feel his firm shaft against her thigh.
    “Well, yes, I suppose there is that,” she says, grinning now herself. “What are…?” she starts as she feels him remove himself from her again.
    “Arthur?” she asks. Where did he go?
    She feels his weight at the end of the বিছানা now and her left foot is lifted into his hands.
    Of course.
    Her toes are surrounded দ্বারা the warm wetness of his mouth, her arch rubbed দ্বারা his thumbs, his fingers stroking the top. Feels different when I can’t see him. আরো sensitive. আরো sensual. She gropes with her right foot and finds his thigh, warm and firm, and slides her foot on it, higher, until she finds her target.
    He grunts against her left foot while her right foot makes contact with his length, pressing lightly, sliding.
    “Sneaky,” he mutters, স্নেহ চুম্বন along the arch of her foot. She strokes him again with her foot and he bites her big toe.
    Guinevere turns her foot slightly, and as he is feathering kisses on her toes again, she curls the toes of her right foot around him, grasping him slightly.
    “Oh, that’s it, monkey girl,” he groans, dropping her foot to cover her with his body, where he enters her almost immediately.
    “Ah!” she gasps, surprised.
    Arthur stills. “Did I hurt you?” he asks, suddenly concerned.
    “No,” she laughs, “you just surprised me.” She trails her fingers up his chest to find his cheek, cupping it in her small hand.
    “Oh, good,” he says, pulling back and thrusting অগ্রবর্তী again, turning his head to চুম্বন her hand.
    “Yes, it is,” Gwen উত্তর absently, arching her back into him as he takes a nipple into his mouth, suckling against her, biting softly, drawing আরো of the soft noises from her throat that he so loves hearing.
    Her smooth leg hooks around his hip and he moves faster, আরো forcefully, releasing her breast to lean back slightly and watch her.
    He holds her thigh, his fingers digging in just as hers are digging into his chest, his sides.
    “Guinevere,” he says hoarsely, his eyes focused on her beautiful lips, dewy and parted, slightly swollen and pink.
    “Ar…” her voice trails off. “Oh…” she manages.
    Arthur drops his head to চুম্বন those lips once আরো while he thrusts deeply into her, his manhood throbbing its release as her hands grip his buttocks and she cries out as she comes again, following right behind him.
    He reaches down and pulls the bandana from her face, and she scrunches her eyes closed a মিনিট before opening them.
    The room is blurry; Arthur is slightly out of focus. The dim light of the bedroom seems like the midday sun, and she squints.
    “There are my eyes,” he says, dragging his fingertips lightly at her temple.
    “Your eyes?” she smirks at him as he climbs gently off of her to lay beside her, pulling her into his arms.
    “You ব্যক্ত that আপনি were mine. Hence: my eyes.”
    Gwen rolls his eyes at him and sighs. “If I wasn’t so tired and spent I’d let আপনি have it for that one,” she allows, snuggling into his shoulder.
    “I’m sure.”

    Taking a deep breath, Gwen knocks on Mr. Gaius’ door. It’s a half-hour before quitting time on Tuesday, so she’s decided that it’s now অথবা never.
    “Come in,” his voice from within replies.
    “Mr. Gaius?” Gwen says, poking her head in.
    “Gwen, what can I do for you?” he asks, smiling and leaning back in his chair.
    “Um, it’s a little awkward…” she starts, coming in fully. He sees the fat envelope in her hands.
    “Ah,” he says, eyebrows rising.
    “It’s not mine,” she clarifies.
    “Whose is it, then, and why should I bother looking at it?”
    “It’s something a friend of mine sent in… three months ago,” Gwen says, looking at the postmark on the envelope. That means he sent it before I even started working here, she notes absentmindedly.
    “And how did আপনি get your hands on it?” he asks, squinting at her.
    “Um, I called in a favor?” she tries, half-smiling at him.
    Much to her surprise, Gaius chuckles and motions for her to come closer. “Don’t hover in the doorway, dear, come closer and talk to me please.”
    She steps forward, and he motions that she should sit. “I… decided to take a look at it and…”
    “Yes?”
    “I was wondering if আপনি would do me the favor of looking over it as well. Just as a favor to me. I’m not asking that it be published, I just… want to know if it really is any good. সেকেন্ড opinion, like. He doesn’t know I have it,” she rambles, speaking quickly, fidgeting.
    Gaius studies her a moment. “You are aware of our company policy?”
    “Yes, sir.” She looks down. Shit. I’m done. He’s not going to read it. He’s going to আগুন me, and I’ll have a terrible vacation and come back প্রথমপাতা to no job.
    “You’ve read it?”
    She lifts her head slightly. “Yes, sir.”
    “Did আপনি like it?”
    “Very much. I… I think there’s even a possibility for at least one sequel.”
    He sighs and holds his hand out. “May I have it?”
    She jumps up and hands it to him, almost dropping it in the process.
    “I’m only doing this because I like you, Guinevere,” he says, peering over the tops of his glasses at her, his expressive white eyebrows dancing at her. Gaius pulls the papers out of the envelope and those eyebrows rise in surprise. “This has been edited,” he comments.
    “Yes, sir.”
    “By whom?”
    “Um, me, sir.”
    “Interesting.” He flips through the first few pages, seeming to examine her marks first. “And you’re on vacation starting tomorrow, yes?”
    “Yes, sir. That’s kind of why I wanted to give this to আপনি now. So that I wouldn’t be around when আপনি read it.”
    He looks up at her, his face puzzled. “All right. I don’t quite understand the logic, but very well.”
    “I’d be too anxious sitting out there if আপনি were in here পাঠ করা Merlin’s manuscript, that’s all.”
    “Merlin? What an unusual name. He’s… forgive me, dear, but he’s not your boyfriend, is he?”
    Why do people keep asking me that? “No, sir, just a friend.”
    “Good,” he says, and Gwen watches as his eyes scan the first page, his eyes moving quickly at first, then slowing as he actually starts reading.
    “Sir?” she says quietly after a he turns to the সেকেন্ড page.
    “Oh, sorry, Gwen. Thank you. I will give আপনি my opinion when আপনি return,” he says, not looking up from the manuscript. “Enjoy Chicago, it’s a wonderful city.”
    “Thank you, sir,” Gwen says, standing, knowing she’s been dismissed. She can’t hold back the grin that overtakes her face once her back is turned and she heads for the door.
    He’s hooked.
    
    “I’m not going to be able to sleep tonight, আপনি realize,” Gwen says. She is inspecting her travel itinerary for the thousandth time, sitting on the পালঙ্ক with Arthur.
    “I know. Too excited, right?” he asks, trying to smile for her. He really has been trying very hard to be supportive.
    “Yeah,” she smiles sadly at him. “I’m going to miss you.”
    “I’ll miss you, too. I never got my picture yet, আপনি know.”
    “Oh!” Gwen exclaims, standing and retrieving her camera. “So, where?” she asks, handing it to him.
    “Where আপনি are is fine, actually. There’s nice light দ্বারা the window there.”
    “Okay. I hate having my picture taken, just so আপনি know. They always turn out to be total bollocks. Just to warn you.”
    “I doubt that.”
    “No, really. Did আপনি see my passport photo?”
    “Sweet, no one has a good passport photo. I think they have special cameras that have an ugly filter অথবা something on them to make everyone look equally shitty. আপনি should see mine sometime. I look like a fucking corpse.”
    She laughs, and he snaps a shot. “Gotcha,” he says, grinning at her as the ছবি comes out of the slot in the front of the camera. Gwen nabs it, trying to keep it away from him, but he is bigger, stronger, and has much longer arms.
    “Gimme,” he says, snatching it from her fingers. The image is just starting to come into view.
    She comes over and peeks দ্বারা his shoulder, and they watch the picture develop.
    “Too slow,” he groans, impatient.
    “Hey, it’s still faster than having to take a roll of film to a processor.”
    The picture finishes, and Arthur smiles. “Beautiful.”
    Gwen grimaces, not entirely agreeing with him.
    “You don’t think so?”
    She shrugs.
    “Guinevere, how many times do I have to tell you?”
    “At least once more, I guess.”    
    “You are beautiful,” he says, leaning down to চুম্বন her. “Gorgeous.” Another. “Unique.” Still another. “Stunning.”
    Finally he gets the smile he wants, and is quick with the camera again. “There it is,” he declares, triumphant.
    “Now I have two. One for my দেওয়াল at work, one for my pillow. I mean, my flat.”
    “Pillow? Isn’t that reserved for my shoes?” she smirks at him.
    “Do I get a pair to have while you’re gone?”
    “Perhaps,” she says, looking down at her feet. “I need to redo my toes,” she says absently.
    “Can I?”
    “Sure, why the hell not?” she says, shrugging and heading back to the bathroom to retrieve her polish. He heads to the sofa, studying his photos, pausing to set them on the side টেবিল with his wallet.
    “Here আপনি are,” she says, handing him a plastic basket containing a selection of polishes, a bottle of acetone, and a bag of cotton balls. “Have at it.”
    “Hmm. Bloody hell, how many shades of পরাকাষ্ঠা and purple can one person have?”
    “Really, Arthur, you’re a painter. আপনি should be able to appreciate the subtle array of রঙ represented.”
    He plunks down and pulls her feet into his lap, still studying the tiny bottles. Gwen stares at the television, trying not to fidget in her anxious boredom.
    If I was doing this myself, at least I’d be occupied, she notes, but she is আরো than happy to let Arthur amuse himself.
    He removes the polish, and she pulls her feet away for a moment to inspect them.
    “Hey!” he protests.
    “Just seeing if they need a trim,” she says.
    “I can do that,” he offers.
    “Um, no. Hand me those clippers.”
    He does, scowling.
    “I bought আপনি an Aztek bar today. It’s in the kitchen. Go find it,” she says, looking down at her toes, clippers in hand.
    “Ooo!” he shoots up and trots to the রান্নাঘর like an eager little boy. Guinevere just shakes her head, chuckling.
    “He is too easy sometimes,” she mutters. She hears the crinkle of paper from the রান্নাঘর as he unwraps it.
    “Thank you,” he says, returning to the living room, his mouth full. “Bite?” he holds the bar down, offering her a bite.
    “Wow, I’m impressed, he’s sharing,” she grins, taking a bite. “That didn’t hurt অথবা anything, did it?”
    He sticks his tongue out at her and walks to the television, turning the knob around, looking for something better to watch.
    “There’s bugger all on telly,” he mutters, popping the last of the চকোলেট bar into his mouth and wiping his hands on his jeans. “Ah, football.”
    She sighs, and he turns. “Is that all right?”
    “Yes, it’s fine. But only because there’s nothing else on and I know আপনি প্রণয় it so.”
    “You are too good to me,” he comments, walking back to toss the ক্যান্ডি চকোলেট wrapper.
    “Don’t আপনি forget that,” she teases when he returns, plopping down on the পালঙ্ক again to work on her toes. “And don’t get so worked up দ্বারা the game that আপনি make a mess of my toes.”
    “Guinevere, I am an artist. আপনি have nothing to worry about,” he promises.
    “Right.”

Part 17: link