Arthur slipped quietly out of the castle, wearing his familiar ‘incognito cloak’ over his white shirt. He had first worn it when hiding out at Guinevere’s house during the Tourney, the first time he realised how much he felt for her and the first time he had kissed her sweet lips. Since then there had been many a visit to her house in the dead of night. He had been stopped and challenged many times oleh the guards, until they grew to recognise his cloak.

As he made his way the short distance the moon was full.

He tapped on her door gently, a familiar combination of taps which she knew. As she opened the door his jantung leapt as usual at the sight of her. He couldn’t help noticing her heaving bosom, where he often lay his head as they lay on the tempat tidur together. They looked particularly welcoming, atau maybe it was the effect of the full moon.

She greeted him “Arthur” in her sweet way, her head cocked coyly to one side and looking up from beneath her long lashes. He smiled and she threw her arms around his thick neck as he bent to ciuman her lips, they tasted of berries, oh so sweet.

He wrapped his arms around her waist and ushered her inside, closing the door behind him as he leant against it, with her held tightly in his arms. He so looked meneruskan, ke depan to these visits, feeling her soft warm body against him, feeling her jantung beating rapidly as he drank in of her warm smell as he buried his face in her neck. He had not spoken all this time, he didn’t need to, he was always lost for words. The only sounds coming from his throat were soft murmurs and groans of happiness.

They stayed against the door, ciuman passionately for what seemed like ages, just lost in their own little world, happy together.

Gwen broke away from him breathing rapidly, but leading him oleh the hand to the candle-lit meja where she had prepared a meal for them and with wine. They sat down and ate, even though Arthur’s hunger had abated after having his fill of her in his arms. She always prepared some gourmet delight for him, he didn’t know how she did it but it was always satisfying. They talked, of nothing important, how his hari had been, how her hari had been, but this talk enthralled him still and he never tired of hearing her stories.

When they finished eating, he watched her as she cleared the meja and washed the dishes. He so loved just watching her and imagined how it would be when they were married. He would watch her for the rest of his life and never tire of it.

He grabbed her around her tiny waist, steering her towards the tempat tidur where he lay down and pulled her down on puncak, atas of him as she giggled. He was looking meneruskan, ke depan to dessert…