Fandom: BBC Merlin
OC: Carina, long curly black hair, blue eyes, confident and stubborn
Inspiration: I’ll admit, I borrowed some of this from Zorro…except backwards ;) Not sorry. And for the last few people waiting on requests, I swear I'm working on them and won't abandon you x) I'm taking Accounting this semester so. Seriously just kill me. I can barely even count to ten as it is.
She is trying to kill him. There’s no other explanation. And he thinks it might actually be working.
He grips his sword, ducks back and parries when Carina lunges forward. Her blade nips the bark of the tree he uses to shield himself, and before she can fully pull it back, he’s swinging at her from the side. Dirty fighter, she glowers – yet still manages to stop his blow by spinning a dagger out from her belt and clanging it against metal. The defense lasts two seconds before he overpowers it, but by then the sword is back in her hands and Arthur is scowling. His plan has, evidentially, failed.
She laughs. “Come now, darling, this is only a bit of fun.” She jumps out of the way of a particularly determined swing and purses her mouth. “There’s no need to get so worked up about it…” She has no idea if her voice is annoyed or amused or maybe a strange combination of the two.
Arthur narrows his eyes at her and skims his sword over hers. The sound of metal on metal slides over their ears. She holds firm, waiting for him to knock her blade aside. He’s being quite antagonistic, really – she wouldn’t have been very surprised if he tries to knock her feet from beneath her.
“I’m not getting worked up, I’m just trying to beat you,” he tells her, and before she can respond, Arthur is twisting around her and lunging toward the opening beneath her arm. But she has followed his movements carefully and has already planned ahead, knocking the blade out of the way and dancing backwards. And as she does, she loosens the already loose collar of her shirt, revealing several more inches of skin. She is definitely trying to kill him.
Her eyes sparkle when she casually glances down at his body, and she chuckles. “Oh, I think you’re a little worked up, Arthur,” she purrs, and he grinds his teeth together. It isn’t that obvious, is it? That he is completely lusting over her right now? Well he is her husband, so he of all people actually has the right to.
“Must be hard to spar when you’re so hard down there,” she teases quietly, voice low and almost taunting, in a way. He knows she is only trying to get a rise out of him, and he is half tempted to let her if only it would result in them being done with this silly sparring match. He wants her writhing beneath him in the grass, gasping his name while he brings waves of pleasure down on her.
His head tilts back a tiny bit and he swallows back every impatient, desire-fueled thought. Yes, he might be occasionally willing to sacrifice his power for her, but this time the more stubborn side of his nature is winning. Unfortunately for him, his lovely wife has more stubbornness than a fucking ox.
“It’s not that bad,” he says, voice measured and calm. Too calm. Like he’s trying to outwit her. She doesn’t rise to the bait, only makes some of her own.
A raised eyebrow pierces the air between them. “Oh? Maybe for you.” And then suddenly she’s slipping her hand beneath her loose fitting tunic and he’s frowning in confusion as he watches her do…something… And he knows he should probably use this distraction to his advantage, but really, the only thing Arthur can do is stand there and stare as he realizes just exactly what she’s up to. She’s untying her breast band. She’s untying her fucking breast band in the middle of a spar. And he just got a little harder.
“Mmmm…that’s much better,” Carina says as she shifts the binding out of her shirt. It falls to the grass beside her, and her now freed breasts push against the thin fabric of her tunic. Her nipples are hard and he can see practically every detail, has memorized every detail – knows what’s waiting for him and fuck everything to hell, he can’t think of anything except ripping her clothes off.
That is most certainly the response she’s looking for. She smirks and reaches up again, this time to loosen her shirt once more. The stays between her breasts are undone, displaying a fair amount of cleavage to her husband’s hungry eyes. Far too much for a proper lady to show in a public place (she supposes that the forest outside the palace is technically still public). But then again, Carina has never been a proper lady, at least not where desire is concerned.
“You’re going to kill me,” he muttered to himself, the thought once again spinning through his head. His wife is a superb swordswoman – he never knows if he’ll win or lose when they have a match – but she’s never used such tactics before. She wants him to go crazy. And if he knows his wife at all, she won’t be satisfied until she sees it rip him apart.
Carina smirks and stalks forward. They dance again, and Arthur barely has time to block her strike before the blade is twisting to the side and trying to disarm him. He catches the hilt of his sword firmly to prevent it from flying out of his hand and watches as she spins away. Every fucking movement draws his eyes to her chest. He can’t help it. He’s a man with a fucking hard on and the woman he’s desperately in love with is twirling around him with her breasts free and begging to be touched.
“God damn it,” he mutters, lifting his sword to parry yet another blow. Truthfully, he’s getting a little tired of this game. He can’t think strategically when all he can think about is the boner that’s lifting up his trousers. It’s gotten worse. Much worse. And she knows it, because her eyes are twinkling with mischief.
“I think you should follow my example, Arthur,” she says, the side of her mouth twitching up. She looks so wicked that he’s overcome by the very real desire to throw down his sword and just grab her like the brute she’s turning him into. He can be a bit of a bully when it comes to the things he most wants. It’s not something he’s particularly proud of, and he’s been working on it, but she makes him crumble. It’s a very good thing that she can be a bully too, at least enough of one to match him word for word, touch for touch.
Still, he’s slightly confused by her words and the rest of him doesn’t even care. Talking takes effort. Moving takes effort. All he can think about is what it’ll feel like to spill himself inside her hot, wet, tight –
The very tip of her blade is suddenly right in front of him and he jumps in surprise because of the way he’s so brutally dragged out of his daydream. She could have ended this so easily – but she hadn’t. Instead of pushing her blade to his neck and calling victory, Carina hooks it into his collar and pulls down…ripping his shirt in two from top to bottom. Then she dances back with a laugh and Arthur stares in total shock.
“You just – did you really – damn it Carina, what am I going to wear back to the castle?!” he exclaims, but he’s not really angry. No, her movement has only succeeded to make him even more lustful than he’d been before. Fuck it, but he loves her brusque attitude, her ‘I-always-get-what-I-want’ demeanor. He’s got it too.
She stalks to the side and says in a positively sinful voice, “Guess you’ll just have to go half naked.” The idea is not at all enticing, but the way she says ‘naked’ definitely makes him shiver. Her eyes glint at him, like she’s telling him that she wants him to get naked right now. With a tilt of her head, Carina says, “You know, I think I’m a bit bored with this match. I’m going to go wash in the river.” She drops the sword to the ground.
He raises an eyebrow and is about to say something but then his mouth goes dry, because as she turns her back on him, Carina lifts her tunic up and over her head. Her back is completely bared, and he can see the sideline of her breast as she turns to the water that’s gushing nearby. She starts for it…but she doesn’t make it very far.
He’s behind her before she can take three steps, arms hooking around her waist and body pressed tightly to hers. Carina tilts her head back with a heady sigh as his hands lift up to her breasts, cupping them firmly and squeezing. He mutters out a curse and drops his fingers to her leggings, mouth searing over the skin of her neck as he struggles with the ties. And she bites her lip, closes her eyes, and laughs lowly in her throat. He’s acting like he hasn’t had sex in months. (A gross exaggeration.)
But she doesn’t complain when he shuffles her leggings down. She’s a little too preoccupied for that, especially when he tips her chin up and crashes his lips down over hers. He kisses her like she’s the only thing he wants, ever. And as his lips move over hers, his fingers brush over her body, sliding his touch against her bare skin and making her burn.
“Arthur…” she whispers, the edge of a plea gently encasing her voice. He kisses it away, devouring it, one hand rising to cup her face. She cranes into him and moans breathlessly. Her legs rubs together, hoping to somehow ignite her lower body in the way she’s craving, but the only thing she succeeds in doing is drawing Arthur’s attention down. Not that that’s a bad thing.
His eyes slice back up to hers, looking dark and wicked, and she purses her lips to hide her smile. “Would you like me to touch you, my Lady?” he purrs, voice rumbling low. She pauses and takes a moment to study him – the blown eyes, rumpled clothes, ready-to-kiss mouth, and the hard bulge that has manifested against her rear and pushes against her in a way she cannot ignore.
Remembering that he has asked her a question jolts Carina from her momentary stupor. Her eyes jerk up to his, which are crinkled in amusement as he watches her. He raises an eyebrow and leans closer, running his hand down her stomach to the crevice of her thighs. “Is that a yes?” he wonders idly, casually, as if he’s not inches away from her very aroused core. Carina gives a breathless laugh and leans her head against her shoulder, murmuring a soft, “Yes.”
It is all he needs. His fingers converge on her, slipping between her legs and tracing her core. With a grumbling sort of groan, Arthur mutters, “You’re soaking.” He sounds ridiculously pleased about this. Carina hums out a breathless agreement and shifts her legs further apart, hips slowly grinding up against his. He swallows at the feel of her rubbing against his erection, and nips at her ear for good measure, just because. His fingers increase their pace, thumb shifting over her clit as he slides one slowly inside. She spreads easily for him, and he adds another, gently thrusting. His mouth finds hers again. This time, their kisses are languid, lazy.
But Carina doesn’t want him to be gentle with her. She finds herself craving a different sort of passion, one that begs for a more hardy touch. Her teeth nip at his bottom lip, a quick drag of painful pleasure that leave Arthur wanting more. He kisses her harder in retaliation and she smirks. He raises an eyebrow at the expression, and chuckles. She’s so asking for it. And he isn’t the sort to deny his lady anything.
With a lurching heave, Arthur abandons his position to instead lift her up into his arms. Carina lets out a surprised laugh that’s quickly muffled by his lips. He stumbles a ways over to a patch of grass and lowers her down, breaking the kiss and reaching for his tunic. She stretches out her bare body and peers up at him, watching the twist of his muscles as he moves it over his head. An impressive body, he has – built from years of training. It certainly isn’t wasted on her, either.
He comes back down and murmurs, “Would you like to do the honors?” His eyes shine with amused desire that is clearly reflected in her own gaze.
Carina smirks and drawls, “The honors? And here I thought your arrogance had somehow faded over the years…” Arthur only gives her a swift grin and shrugs, neither negating nor agreeing with her.
She laughs and slides her hands down his body, making sure to trace every contour of it before she reaches his trousers. And then she’s slipping them off his hips and freeing his very hard erection, and Arthur leans down to kiss her again as she brushes her fingers over him. Very hard indeed.
“As much as I’d like to take my time with you in this…romantic glen,” he whispers a little sarcastically, “I don’t think I can be patient.” His hips surge forward in her fingers, and Carina swallows tightly.
“Mmmm…good,” is all she says, and he relaxes against her gratefully. She guides him forward, legs shifting around his waist, and her breath catches as he fills her. Taking their time is all well and good, but this – this desperate hasty mess that they’re in, the firm ache of their bodies, the impatience in their kisses – it is infinitely more enjoyable.
He thrusts slowly at first, patient enough to, at the very least, make sure he isn’t hurting her. She’s tight and probably not as wet as she could be, and it is uncomfortable in the beginning. But Arthur’s fingers descend on her core, rubbing pleasure into her body and making her react to him in the basest of ways – and after hardly a minute of this, she is even wetter and moaning his name and there is no more discomfort, only dark shades of desire shirking the tides of their passion.
She moans a low, heady moan and Arthur picks up his pace, angling his body above her to sink more deeply into her core. The subtle movement makes her crazy – she grasps him and whimpers, biting her lip and wrapping her legs firmly around him. With every downward thrust, she pushes her heels against his hips to force him even deeper. He thinks her enthusiasm is delicious; it makes him absolutely insane.
“Arthur,” she moans, arching herself into him. His lips descend upon hers, his hand rising up from her core to clutch at one breast. He rolls her nipple between two fingers and longs to lean down to suckle at it, but he doesn’t want to interrupt his pace and so he tells himself he will enjoy her more thoroughly later on, when they are more comfortable in their chambers. The thought spurs him, makes him push himself faster, feeling the delicious strain of his orgasm slowly building, shivering over his form like heat lightening on a summer night.
His fingers return to her core, rubbing at the top of her clit with firm, controlled movements. He tries to hold his finish off, slows his pace down a little – he wants her to come first, needs to see the pleasure cocoon her body – and it’s definitely worth it. The feel of him inside her, the quick way his fingers glide over her core, it makes her arch up and clutch at him desperately, eyes locking with his in silent warning. He watches her as she shatters, body coiling as her orgasm thunders through her, and before she’s finished, he hurries his pace once more and throws himself back into the passion with a low groan.
Carina lies back, gasping. She’s more than satisfied, and Arthur appears to share the sentiment. He sends her a boyish, tired smile and curls up beside her, dragging her body against his as they lay together in a patch of sunlight.
And if this is heaven, then Carina isn’t sure she’d be that surprised. Because what makes her more happy than anything else is the feel of him beside her, skin warm and arms strong and eyes tinted with familiar, beautiful love.