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Edited version of the seduction scene between Gwenivere and Lancelot. Enjoy:

Gwenivere waited in her room in boredom once again. The walls had started feeling like a cage she feared she could never escape. News had been brought which told her that it would be another two weeks at the soonest before Arthur would return. She really was in no hurry for his return. In fact, she just as well assumed he did not return. But no, he was her husband. Such thoughts were wrong. The problem was Lancelot was so much more what she wanted than Arthur was. She sighed in remembrance of the time she had spent him the man already. The thoughts filled her heart with desire which she knew she must fulfill or else her heart would burst.
Gwenivere headed toward the door and almost had it opened before realizing she was still in her nightgown. While she had no problems with going out like this, she realized it might draw unneeded attention. Someone would surely notice their queen headed to a knight's room in her nightgown. The thought made her giggle a little. She carelessly slid the nightgown down her slender body and stepped out of it toward her dresses. The first dress was rather plain and was tossed aside onto her bed. She could clean the mess up later, but right now she had to find a way to make Lancelot see her as a woman. If only he was less naive. She could at least work on that. Shaking her head at the sight of the next dress, she threw it too aside. Her luck with finding a dress so far made her tempted to just walk out naked. That image made her grin.
After going through over half of her dresses, Gwenivere finally found one which conveyed the statement she wanted Lancelot to receive. The bodice was low enough raise eyebrows, but not low enough to be scandalous. The cut of the dress accented her hips, while the color made her eyes appear brighter. Yes, this dress would be perfect. She began to reach for the brush on her dressing table and realized how unsightly her thoughts were becoming. Perhaps she should control herself. Brushing her hair would not hurt. Her brush ran softly through her hair, making the image in the mirror reflect more what she wanted to show Lancelot. Having lost her doubts and becoming more intent upon her goal, the brush was quickly laid upon her dresser table as she sprung from her chair.
Not caring what shoes she wore, she slipped the first pair she came to on. Lunging to the door, she was feet away from escaping her prison. The door was open and carelessly made her way down the stairs and to the courtyard below, ignoring any protests made by those in her way. She had to get to Lancelot's room quickly or she would explode. He had better be there, else she might be forced to hunt him down and rip his clothes off. Every minute she went without him, her thoughts became more primal.

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Lancelot was alone in his room quietly changing his clothing. He had been sparing with one of the knights who had been left behind. Despite being only a little tired, the effort had caused his clothing to become acrid with the smell of his sweat. He had just wiped the sweat off his body with a damp rag and was putting fresh clothes on when he heard a frantic knocking at his door. He was mildly annoyed at the intrusion, but put it aside. From the sound, whatever it was must be important.
He had just begun putting his shirt on when he replied, "Come in." His speech was muffled through the material.
The door opened and was shut loudly. He began to round the corner before his shirt properly fixed. He hoped whoever it was could excuse the mess he was in.

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Gwenivere finally reached Lancelot's door. Once she entered, she could not turn back. He hesitated a moment and made her final decision. She began pounding on the door, releasing only a small portion of the pent up frustration which was increasing by every moment.
A reply came and she did not care what was said, it was merely the voice that mattered. She burst through the door and immediately closed the door without a thought. She could not see him at first, much to her frustration.
As Gwenivere was about to scream out of frustration, she saw Lancelot rounding the corner. She bit her lip and looked at him with approval. His shirt was unlaced and his pants were still undone. He was looking down at his clothing which kept him from seeing who had entered his room. He spoke nonetheless. "Yes? How may I be of service?"
Gwenivere cleared her throat, causing the man to look up and notice her for the first time. He blinked a moment and stared at her in horror. He immediately turned around and tried to fix his pants. "Gggwen. I was not expecting it to be you."
She grinned at his back, examining him like prey. "So I noticed. Do you need help with your pants?"
He began turning red. Despite being turned away, she could tell he was embarrassed by the crimson color of his ears. His voice quivered as he responded. "No no. That is not necessary. I am quite capable of putting my pants on myself."
She licked her lips like a lioness about to attack her prey. "Who said anything about helping you put your pants ON?"
He turned around and looked at her in horror again. He no longer could hide the embarrassment on his face. "Bbut that would not be proper."
She smiled lustfully and took a step forward. "Who says everything must be proper?"
He blinked at her in confusion and tried to change the conversation. "So, umm what is it that you wanted?"
She stepped forward again, lust taking over her movements. "I want you."
He gulped and timidly took a step back, nearly tripping. "But we just met a few days ago."
She shrugged, not caring about his feeble excuse. "What does time matter? I want you and despite your protests I know that you want me." She could tell by the look on his face that he was torn between temptation and honor. " This is your only chance. If you do want me, you have until I reach the door to accept the offer."
She turned around and began slowly and deliberately walking toward the door. Her heart beat rapidly with each step. She was unsure what she would do if he were to not stop her. As her fingertips reluctantly reached for the doorknob, she felt a soft and gentle hand on her shoulder. She felt relieved as she turned to him and he caressed her face with his his finger.
He stared deliberately into her eyes. "Yes Gwen, I do want you. I have wanted you since the day we met."
Her heart threatened to beat out of her chest. She stared back just as deliberately and responded in a voice she could barely control. "As I have wanted you."
Unable to control himself any longer, Lancelot wrapped his arms around her and started softly kissing her lips. Every bit of passion they had for the other merged into pure lust. It did not take long until both of them were undressed and began to make love. Despite having been married to Arthur for years now, this was the first time she truly made love.
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After they had made love, Lancelot held Gwenivere in his arms lovingly. This was the first time she had felt compassion and love while in bed. Lancelot was everything which Arthur was not to her. She knew she would have to tell Lancelot the truth eventually, but not now. She felt too happy. The truth would only spoil things.
She looked at her lover and softly kissed his lips. She could hardly believe a man could have such beautiful and soft lips. "So, that really was your first time to do that?"
He blushed a little out of embarrassment and nodded slowly. "Yes it was. Was it not the first time for you?"
She looked away. He really was naive about women after all. She bit her lip. She felt guilt, but not because he was not her first. That was not her choice at all and could not have been helped. Her guilt was over taking advantage of Lancelot's innocence. "No, it was not..."
He softly took her head in his hand and pulled her closer for another kiss. Love that he had been suppressed overwhelmed any other feelings her might have otherwise had. "It does not matter. I am glad you were my first."
She smiled a little out of relief. She believed his words. She searched his face and then stared into his eyes. Oh what loving eyes he had. She both feared and looked forward to the fact he may never look at another woman that way. "I wish you could have been mine." Tears began to form in her eyes. "Unfortunately my first time was with a man who claimed to love me, but proved otherwise."
He softly kisses her cheeks in an effort to console her. Her tears continued, so he also kissed her forehead. "Shh my love. You are with me now."
She bit her lip and nodded, unable to tell him more. Speaking would make her lose any control she had. If only she could always be with him. Once again hope that Arthur might not return filled her. This time she did not try to put it way. Things would be so much simpler without him.