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    Is someone sawing timber outside?
    Gwen scrunches her eyes together, then blinks them open. It is barely light outside, and Arthur is sprawled on his back beside her, mouth wide open with the most God-awful racket issuing forth.
    This is bad, even for him, she thinks, trying her normal tactic of stroking his cheek to get him to turn and shut up. He feels a little warm, she notes, then presses her hand to his cheek, firmer, followed sa pamamagitan ng his forehead. It’s not too hot in here. I hope he hasn’t caught something....

Title: Not at all Appropriate

Authour: BagginsPotterPevensie/ DreamingHope

Summary: Fanfiction, tag to 4x5; spoilers. Things are well in Camelot- that is, until Lord Agravaine opens his poisonous mouth. Gwen is left stunned and heart-broken so a certain Prat gets muddy in a valiant attempt to reach his Lady's heart. 'Are you blackmailing me? Yep.'

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Gwen bit her lip anxiously as Merlin hurriedly pulled on his dark dyaket on and slung his bag over his bony shoulders.

‘You OK, Gwen?’

Gwen jumped. ‘Yeah I’m fine, Merlin. It’s you I’m worried about, going on all these dangerous quests...

    One could literally hear a pin drop as the Great Hall fell suddenly so silent. The gaiety and frivolity of moments before was halted sa pamamagitan ng just a few spoken words. Guinevere had dreaded this instance since the araw she accepted Arthur’s proposal. She knew assenting meant taking center stage at court as well as facing the still ailing King.

Convincing Arthur not to announce their engagement immediately had been challenging to say the least. He was adamant that the sooner they shared their news the sooner everyone could begin to accept the new order of things.

Guinevere,...

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    “I’m sorry,” Gwen flushes, “I wasn’t expecting guests for dinner, um…”
    “It’s alright, Gwen, Percival and I already ate,” Lancelot says quickly. “You and Merlin go on ahead.”
    Merlin looks at Lancelot. So does Percival. Merlin sees the brief surprise flitting across Percival’s face and he knows that the two men haven’t eaten.
    Gwen’s back is to them, fixing their plates, so she doesn’t see the exchange, something for which all three men are thankful.
    “We’ll...

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    “Dinner!” Guinevere calls from the doorway of the modest house the three of them have been sharing for this last buwan and a half.
    Arthur and Merlin lift their heads, grateful to be able to come in out of the sun. The cool breeze drifting from the sea helps cool their skin, but the sun is relentless. Arthur’s skin has turned golden from the exposure and his hair is a shade lighter. Merlin has put on a few pounds of muscle and has a perpetual sunburn.
    Arthur splashes in the water barrel, cooling himself and...

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    Arthur lifts Guinevere in his arms, carrying her over to the bed, his eyes locked on hers the entire time. He sets her down gently on the mattress, halik her softly as he leans over her. He removes his boots and sits at her feet, gently removing her shoes and dropping them behind him, over his shoulder. He lifts one foot in his hand and kisses her toes, making her giggle softly. This small noise pulls a slight smile at the corners of his lips, and he kisses her arch, then the inside of her ankle before lowering her foot back down to the bed.
    He...

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    “How did it go?” Guinevere asks, cozy on the sofa under a blanket, waiting for Arthur to come home.
    “Really well, actually,” he says, looking a little puzzled sa pamamagitan ng this fact. “No punches were thrown, and I’m fairly certain I’m still in the will.” He looks at her and realizes that just her very presence makes him feel better. The evening ended well, but the nerves and emotion of the conversation with his father has worn on him. So good to be home. I pag-ibig coming tahanan to her. He removes his dyaket and tosses it over the...

What if it transpires that Gwen's mother was a noblewoman. I don't think I've heard her mention why her mother is not around. Okay, my theory is as follows:

Her mother was a Lady at Court of noble blood, who had a liaison with Tom the blacksmith, this man with the tanned skin who she fell in pag-ibig with on sight. She would secretly watch him work, toiling at his forge, making shoes for the horses. He made her a ring of pure silver, hammered it and shaped it in the blazing fires, his sweat enshrined in the silver. They did not have just a liaison, they fell in pag-ibig but were destined to be apart....

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    “Arthur,” Gwen lifts her head from her reading, finally deciding to voice the thought that’s been rambling around her head since she got tahanan from church.
    “Hmm?” he asks, busily painting her toenails on the other end of the sofa. They actually are listening to one of Gwen’s albums, Miles Davis’ Birth of the Cool.
    “I don’t think your father came to your opening for no reason.”
    He lifts his head and looks at her.
    “I think he was trying to reach...

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    The jarring noise of a ringing phone snaps Arthur and Gwen out of the silent study they are making of one another as they lie together on her bed, holding each other, caressing, halik softly. Reacquainting.
    Arthur groans in irritation while Gwen rolls to grab the phone.
    “Hello?” she says, sitting up.
    “Gwennie, you are home!” Freya’s voice exclaims on the other end.
    “Yes, I am. I was going to call you in a bit. I figured you’d be at work yet.”
    “I...

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    “William Gaius’ office, Gwen speaking, may I help you?” Gwen sagot the phone pleasantly Monday morning.
    “Gwen, sorry to call you at work,” Freya’s voice comes across the line.
    “Freya! Is something wrong?” Gwen replies, voice slightly hushed.
    “No, no, I was just hoping we could do lunch today. I want to see you before you go, you know. And I figured a weekday lunch wouldn’t take you away from Mr. Wonderful the Kinky Punk.”
    Gwen clamps her hand...

The below is written sa pamamagitan ng a dear mate of mine that goes sa pamamagitan ng the handle/monker Realityisfarfromideal. Oh dear, trust me, or not *wink* you really could not possibly get madami ARYAN lol. Anywho...from a learned one, I like my mga kaibigan SMART. Is that....good night. We have much in common. We do not suffer fools gladly. We just don't.

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In response to the Aryan pantasiya complaints that Angel Coulby is unsuitable to play the part of reyna Guinevere because she is not white and therefore out of place in Merlin, which according to the complainants Aryan fantasists is apparently based on a white cultural...

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    In the alley where Arthur’s motorcycle is parked, away from prying eyes in the shade of the tall buildings, Arthur pulls Guinevere into his arms to halik her properly. Thoroughly.
    She loops her arms around his neck, hanging on as he leans into her, parting her lips with his tongue, halik her hungrily, deeply.
    They come up for air, gazing into each other’s dazed eyes, breathing heavily.
    “You’re hungry for madami than lunch,” she says, smiling her smile for him.
    “Lunch...

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2 WEEKS LATER, FRIDAY

    Guinevere has taken the araw off. She and Arthur are moving her things to Arthur’s flat. They’ve been making runs back and forth all day, and have taken a break to eat a hapunan of kari takeaway.
    Morgana comes tahanan during their dinner, and she retrieves a plate for herself and sits.
    “How’s it going?” she asks them as she pokes through the boxes and scoops some dishes onto her plate.
    “Almost done. I think we can get the rest in one madami trip,” Gwen says....

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    Gwen finishes her call with Morgana and sets her phone to silent. She sets it on Arthur’s dresser and flips the overhead light off. Arthur had made himself cozy under the covers of his kama while she was talking, sitting propped up against the headboard on pillows. He beckons to her with one finger, despite the fact that she is already walking towards him.
    “Remember your shoulder,” she warns as she climbs in susunod to him, on his right side.
    “Somehow I don’t think you’ll let me forget,” he smiles as...

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    Over dinner, Arthur asks about brunch tomorrow.
    “Tomorrow? So, not Christmas, then?” she laughs.
    “No, amazingly he had nothing planned.”
    She thinks. “Should be fine.”
    “Excellent.”
    “I’ll probably still be at your flat, anyway,” she laughs.

    They return to Arthur’s after dinner. The pagkain was very good, and Arthur wisely ordered spaghetti, something fairly easy to eat with one hand. Gwen had chicken...

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    He opens the door and she walks in. His apartment is clean, but mostly empty.
    “Well, this is certainly… Spartan,” she says.
    “Hey, at least I have real furniture. Some of the guys at the firehouse have lawn chairs in their living room.” He takes his shoes off and places them on a mat just inside the door. Gwen follows suit. Okay, he has a no shoes in the house rule, she thinks, smiling, but then she remembers his occupation. Oh. Soot.
    “You’re kidding.”
    “Wish...

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    They make it to hapunan on time. Gwen has changed into the clothes she had Morgana bring, a fitted scoop-neck t-shirt in pale yellow and a short dark grey palda that hugs her hips nicely and shows off her shapely legs. She has her sandals from the nakaraan night back on and her hair is down, having come mostly undone during their rendezvous in her office.
    While they wait for their food, they talk, happily discovering that they both actually rather like each other for madami than just carnal reasons. They talk easily. There are no random...