Badass Queen

Part 28: link


2 WEEKS LATER, FRIDAY

    Guinevere has taken the day 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 dinner of curry takeaway.
    Morgana comes home 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 more trip,” Gwen says....

Part 20: link

    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 bed 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 next to him, on his right side.
    “Somehow I don’t think you’ll let me forget,” he smiles as...

Part 18: link

    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 food was very good, and Arthur wisely ordered spaghetti, something fairly easy to eat with one hand. Gwen had chicken...

Part 5: link

    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...

Part 3: link

    They make it to dinner 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 skirt that hugs her hips nicely and shows off her shapely legs. She has her sandals from the previous 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 more than just carnal reasons. They talk easily. There are no random...