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Gingerbread

Prompt: They came upon a midnight clear

“Oh, God…” she gasps, his lips on her neck, heading for her cleavage. He eases her down on 最佳, 返回页首 of the pile of coats on a 床, 床上 in a spare bedroom near the back of the house.

“You taste as good as 你 smell,” he murmurs against her skin. “Like…” he pauses, pressing a delicious open-mouthed 吻乐队（Kiss） just above her collarbone, “…gingerbread?” He lifts his head and looks at her.

“Scented and flavored shimmer powder,” she explains, giggling.

“Very festive,” he says, grinning lasciviously before dropping his lips back to her chest and working his hand up her thigh, under her skirt.

The mistletoe had been hung in the hallway just outside the loo. So anyone waiting in line for the toilet ran the risk of getting randomly snogged.

That’s how it started.

Gwaine’s annual 圣诞节 booze-up was in full swing. Really it was just another excuse to host another party, something at which Gwaine was an expert.

Everyone he knew, he invited. Friends, coworkers, people he met on the bus that started out as strangers but ended up as 老友记 before they reached their stop.

Gwaine was gregariousness defined. He collected 老友记 like some people collected seashells, treasuring each one both for its unique beauty and its flaws.

He also enjoyed playing matchmaker. Hence the randomly-placed mistletoe, a different location each year, each year’s location 更多 deadly than the last. Outside the loo was a stroke of genius.

And when Gwaine had spotted his new friend Gwen 加入 the queue behind his old friend Arthur, he had almost danced with glee. Instead he just grabbed Merlin, pointed excitedly, kissed him on the cheek, and bounded off.

One small, shy 吻乐队（Kiss） had led to two. Two became three, four, and before long they were locked in an embrace fit for the cover of a romance novel.

Two bathroom visits and five 分钟 later, they were nowhere to be found.

“Ouch,” she says, shifting beneath him. She reaches under her bum, produces a lavender umbrella, and tosses it absently to the floor.

He chuckles as he unbuttons her blouse, still 接吻 her. “Someone’s going to be looking for that,” he says.

“It’s mine,” she answers, and he laughs now. His laughter turns into a sharp gasp when he feels his 带, 皮带 being unbuckled and his fly being unzipped.

“Wait, I have a…” he starts fumbling for his back pocket and his wallet.

“I’m on the pill,” she says, pulling his lips back down. “And I’m clean, I promise.”

“Me, too,” he says, “nothing dirty about me at all.”

Now it is her turn to laugh.

His hand has worked its way up to her hip, his fingers squeezing her rear, finding it both supple and firm at once. Perfect. He gropes for her knickers, searching, searching until he finds the 花边 edge of what surely must be a thong.

He grabs and pulls, and she lifts her hips to allow him to slide them down and off. She takes the opportunity to push on his trousers now, shoving them down, freeing him.

She smiles when he takes a moment to take a peek at the panties in his hand before setting them carefully on the nightstand beside the 床, 床上 so as not to misplace them.

“Very festive, those, too,” he comments, smirking at the small piece of red 花边 he’s just removed.

“I am very…” she pauses, distracted as he prowls up over her, “serious about my celebrating.”

“Mmm,” Arthur nods once, turning his attention back to her breasts, freeing one from the cup of her bra so he can close his mouth over its nipple, already stiff in anticipation of his kisses.

“Oh,” she breathes, reaching for his erect shaft with one hand while threading her fingers into his blonde hair with the other.

She strokes him and he groans against her, and she feels it rather than hears it. He moves up to 吻乐队（Kiss） her lips again, pulling her legs up around his waist now.

“Yes,” she whispers, gently tugging his lower lip between her teeth, “now.”

He positions himself at her opening, teasing her, making her wait, building the anticipation. She is still holding him in her hand and she gently tugs him toward her, sliding the tip along her folds.

“God,” he gasps, both at the sensation and at how slickly wet she is for him. He waits until she moves him back into position and then plunges forward, entering her smoothly.

She moans and throws her head back, the furred edge of someone’s 兜帽, 罩, 发动机罩 tickling her cheek. He slides out and back in slowly at first, then building in speed and intensity until they are nothing but a writhing mass of partially-dressed flesh and desire.

“What’s… what’s your name?” he gasps, nibbling her ear, sucking lightly at her gingerbread-flavored neck.

“Gwen…” she gasps. “Guinevere.”

“Guinevere,” he repeats, and the way he says her name almost makes her come. “I’m Arthur.”

“Arthur,” she breathes, taking his face in her hands and pulling him to her, 接吻 him hungrily.

He thrusts harder now, reaching a frantic pace as their tongues battle and caress while his hand cups her one exposed breast, flicking his thumb across her nipple.

“Arthur, oh…” she tears her lips from his, her breaths coming in shallow gasps now as she arches under him.

Suddenly a clock that neither of them had noticed starts to chime.

Midnight.

Bong, bong, bong…

“Oh, God…”

Bong, bong, bong…

“Guinevere…”

Bong, bong, bong…

“Arthur…”

Bong, bong, bong.

“Oh… oh, Arthur!” she gasps, tightening her legs around him just as the twelfth 钟, 贝尔 chimes, and she hears a garbled cry exit his lips at the same time.

He stills, buried deep within her, his head on her shoulder, lips on her neck. She clutches his shoulders and slides her legs against his hips, caressing his naked backside with her smooth calves.

“Gingerbread?” Gwen turns at the sound of a familiar voice to see Arthur standing there with two cookies, offering her one.

“Thank you,” she says, taking the boy-shaped cookie, leaving the girl for Arthur.

“Where did 你 two disappear to?” Gwaine asks, sauntering over to the pair, his eyes not-so-surreptitiously surveying them for any sign of a missed button 或者 tousled hair.

“I didn’t disappear anywhere,” Arthur 答案 casually. “Bit of a line at the loo, but I’ve been about. Guinevere?”

“There are a lot of people here, Gwaine,” she says, biting back her grin. “You can’t keep track of everyone, now, can you?” She bites the head off of her gingerbread boy.

“I suppose not,” Gwaine answers, eyeing them suspiciously.

“Gwaine,” Merlin calls, “is there 更多 eggnog?”

“Excuse me,” Gwaine reluctantly takes his leave.

Arthur very pointedly bites his gingerbread girl’s skirt, between her little brown legs. Gwen laughs, leaning into him, and his 心 skips a beat.

“Good thing he couldn’t see that I’ve got your panties in my pocket, hey?”

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