Once & Forever

When Katrina awoke, she took her time, assessing her surroundings. Light motes shone in the lone ray that had made its way through the curtains. She glanced down to see Arthur’s arm around her waist, loosely holding her again him. She focused on the feeling behind her – the heat of his chest, pressed against her back. The small warm breaths that ghosted over her neck. She didn’t want to wake the prince, but she also wanted to roll over and look at him sleeping.

Very much to her surprise, he wasn’t sleeping. His deep blue eyes were peering right back into hers.

“How long have you been awake?” she murmured.

“Long enough to know you talk in your sleep.” He grinned, crookedly, at her.

“Oh, shut up, I do not.” Though she felt her cheeks heat a little. She had never slept soundly enough to have the opportunity to talk in her sleep.

“How did you sleep?” he asked, softly.

She curled her body tightly into his. “Very well, actually.”

“See? The pillowy mattress does make a difference!”

She laughed, remembering their conversation on their way to meet the bandits outside of Cenred’s kingdom.

“I don’t think it was the mattress,” she murmured, in return. Arthur raised his brows just a bit. She leaned in and barely grazed her lips against his. He had started to return the act, when she pulled back. Their foreheads were almost touching. She smiled.

“Well, you certainly didn’t have a hard time falling asleep,” he teased.

“I was exhausted!” she said, with a laugh.

“Clearly,” Arthur said, with a smile.

She sighed a small laugh. “You know it was nothing to do with you, Arthur.”

“Oh, but wasn’t it?”

She playfully swatted his arm. “Yes, and no.”

Arthur kissed her forehead. “I didn’t mind. You’re quite beautiful, when you’re asleep.”

Her face flushed deeper. “Arthur…”

“Never mind that you’re beautiful all of the time.” He kissed her cheek. She glanced up at him. And when she did, he caught her mouth in a wanting kiss. His lips seared against hers. Her hands, which had been resting between them, were now pressed against his chest. His tongue running along her lower lip was her undoing, and she let out a soft moan, as she parted her lips.

His arms encircled her, drawing her into him. She hooked one of her legs over his calf, fastening herself to him. It didn’t take much for him to reach up with one hand, and tangle his fingers in her hair, as he shifted their bodies, so she was pulled tightly underneath him.

There was a sudden knock at the door, and Katrina shot under the covers like a startled cat.

"Yes?" Arthur called, somewhat irritated.

Merlin peaked his head in. "Good morning, Sire. I thought I heard voices... Do you still want your breakfast?" Merlin's eyes darted to the table, still covered from last night's meal. "Right after I clean this up, of course." He began to enter the room.

Arthur barked his name. Merlin jumped, and froze, slowly raising his gaze to the king’s. "Come. Back. Later," he growled through gritted teeth. That's when Merlin seemed to notice the bed was... Well, it was clear that Arthur was not alone.

"Oh... Right, right." He ducked out, slamming the door rather loudly.

When Katrina didn't appear, Arthur lifted the blanket. "You can come out, now," he said with a laugh. She had shimmied down until her face was next to his stomach. She glanced up at him. She almost looked fearful. He began to ask if she was alright, when she leaned in, and nipped at the flesh by his navel. It gave him a start, and growled, low in the back of his throat. Her slim fingers were toying with the ties of his trousers, undoing them, as she continued to nibble and lick at his heated flesh. He groaned her name.

Grabbing her arm, he yanked her up to him, and kissed her fully on the mouth. She still tasted of wine, sweet and tart all at once. He held her face in his hands, rolling them, until he lied on top of her once again. There was something about the feel of her breasts underneath his shirt that sent a shiver through him, all the way into his pelvis. One of his warm hands snaked up, underneath his own tunic, to one of her breasts, feeling the soft, pliable flesh under each one of his fingertips.

Instead of flushing against him, like she had the previous night, Katrina rolled her hips up into his, making them both moan into the kiss. It was her turn to trail kisses along his jawline, stopping to nibble at his ear, making him shiver. She kissed, and occasionally bit her way down his neck, to his collarbone, where she sucked the flesh into her mouth, drawing blood to, and staining the surface. Arthur growled, and instinctively pressed his hips down into hers.

The king’s arousal dug into Katrina’s thigh, making his want for her all the more apparent. She couldn’t help but smirk, and reach down, giving a firm tug to his trousers. Arthur was quick to pull his shirt over her head, fanning her golden hair out over his pillow when she lied back down. He bowed his head to kiss her neck, and her shoulders, when she finally had his trousers down far enough, that she was able to nimbly pull them down with her feet. Arthur shook one leg after the other, ridding himself of the pants. It was now only her undergarment and his breeches that were between them, and their arousals were both very clear to the other.

Reaching down, Arthur began to remove her undergarment, raking his nails down her thighs as he did so. She squirmed, and let out a quick gasp of air, before biting down on her lower lip, in an attempt to quiet herself. Once the small piece of fabric was properly discarded of, Arthur ran his hand back up the inside of her leg. He paused to massage her thighs, with both of his hands, sending her back straight off of the mattress.

Katrina gasped his name as he dug his thumbs into her flesh, working her muscles, that were taught, and quivering at the expense of her vulnerability. She groaned under the pressure of his digits, and tried not to writhe on the bed. With a sudden idea, and a burst of motion, she had Arthur on his back, staring up at her with his wild blue hues. She reached over to the table to the left of his bed and pulled the beige sash off of the polished wood. Taking Arthur’s hands, she lightly bound them to the headboard of the bed. She smirked as Arthur gave a few snug tugs to the fabric, finding that he couldn’t easily release himself.

She began to kiss her way down his chest and his stomach, until she reached his hips, where she then began to lick and nip at his hipbones, relishing in the gasps and grunts that came from his mouth. She inched his breeches down, freeing his arousal. She didn’t know what she expected, but she found herself a bit surprised at the size of the king. She wetted her lips and leaned in, brushing them over the tip of his erection. Arthur sucked in a sharp gasp of air, involuntarily bucking his hips up into the air. Katrina pressed her hands down on his thighs, pinning him down, as she made another light pass with her lips.

Then, without so much as preparing him, she wrapped her supple lips around his member, and began to take him in, inch by inch. His groan was long, and drawn out, and it made her shiver at just the sound. When she was certain Arthur’s hips would abide him, she wrapped her slender fingers around the base of his length, to steady him, as she moved her lips back up, lingering with just the tip in her mouth. Was that a whine? Yes, Arthur had just whined at her teasing him. She couldn’t help but smirk. As she wetted him with her mouth, she used her free hand to move his breeches down until they were completely off. She let him go with a soft ‘pop’ of her mouth, and crawled back up his body.

Arthur’s eyes were closed, and he was biting his bottom lip, as though he were trying to stay quiet. But she didn’t want that from him. She wanted to hear him. So she straddled him, and swiftly sank down, filling herself with him; burying him to the hilt inside of her. Arthur’s moan was guttural, but loud. She couldn’t say she wasn’t impressed with the sound. Arthur’s eyes were open, and he watched as she slowly, agonizingly lifted herself back up, until he almost fell out of her. And then eve more slowly, lowered herself. Her core was tight, and Arthur had to concentrate not to let himself spasm at the immense pleasure. Katrina placed her hands on his chest, to steady herself, as she began a pacing rhythm over him.

Her hands stretched out, up his shoulders, and his arms, until she was gripping his wrists, and her face was only an inch from his. Their heavy breathing mingled together; so warm that one could almost see it forming between their lips. He groaned her name, and pushing his hips up, meeting her downward thrust. The effect was mind shattering, and Katrina faltered, as stars nearly exploded in her vision. Arthur immediately saw the effect it had on her, as he, too, had felt it, and with a smirk, he began to meet each and every one of her descents.

There was a dull ache in her stomach; an ember ready to burst into flame. She bit her lower lip, trying not to call out, and maybe make guards come running. But Arthur was making it impossible, and soon, little noises began to escape past her parted lips.

“Release me,” Arthur murmured, tugging at his bindings. Without a thought, Katrina undid the sash, and Arthur’s hands immediately found her hips, where he helped her to rise and fall. His hips were meeting hers in a rapid, passionate dance; one that found them both nearly breathless.

She moaned his name, her voice breaking as she began to tip. And then she was falling; falling so fast that she couldn’t stop the sharp cry that came from her mouth. Her vision grew black around the edges, as she rode out her release. The contraction of her muscles as she came, caused Arthur to thrust upward one final time before he spent himself inside of her, letting out a loud groan of ecstasy.

It took a good couple of minutes for the two to come down from the peak of their passion. And even when they did, Arthur didn’t let go of her, he just slowly rolled her onto her side, and lay on his back, pulling her up snuggly next to him.

“I’m pretty sure the entire castle heard us,” she whispered, with a laugh.

Arthur grinned. “Good.”