Arturius wrapped hi arms around her.
"because I am?"

Guinevere smiled, and rested her head on his shoulder.

He smiled back and held her close, running hand through her hair.
"was I right?"

"Of course you were right," Guinevere smiled teasingly, pecking him on the cheek.

"well, I could have been. You could be staying for the.. erm.. interesting Fauna" he teased back

Guinevere chuckled, leaning in and kissing him.

He smiled and kissed her back

Guinevere kissed him again and stood up, "geeze is it me or is it really cold in here?"

"your right" he nodded.
"Should I turn the thermostat up?"

"Nah, I'll just go get my coat." Guinevere smiled, leaning down to kiss him again.

He kissed her back, smiling.
"that sounds good"

Guinevere smiled, walked out of the kitchen, and dashed into her room.

Arturius smiled and waited patiently for her.. for five seconds before following her

Guinevere stepped into her room, and rummaged around in her stuff until she found a comfortable hoodie. Slipping it over her head she noticed Arturius. "Hey," she giggled, not surprised by his presence.

He rapped his arms around her waist, smiling.
"Hey"

Feeling much warmer Guinevere blushed, "hey."

He kissed her neck and lightly rubbed it with his nose.
"Warmer?"

Guinevere blushed, "yesss." She turned and kissed him, feeling small in her overly large hoodie.

(this'll make you laugh)
Arturius kissed her back then broke away slightly.
"One second"
He told her, bending down. He stood back up and kissed her, now inside the hoodie with her
(I've done it before with friends.)

Guinevere laughed as he emerged up through her huge hoodie. Kissing him back she wrapped her arms, which were inside the sleeves, around the both of them.

he smiled and wrapped his arms around her, kissing her gently.

Guinevere kissed him, then pulled away for a moment, and looked at him. "How many other people have you been with?" She said, abashedly aware of how random it was.

Shuffling his boots within the dirt he starred into the star night, the twinkles of stars twinkling across hazel eyes. The robed figure shivering silently within the dark, a figure alone in the night, standing atop a rock slope looking into the world bellow. Neon signs welcoming costumers, the pitfall of humanity. The calmness across their faces, the lack of endurance to survive evaporated.

"Perhaps.. Perhaps I should do something.." He exclaimed to himself, suggesting in his pleasant British accent of a mind boggling idea, bring them a reason to fear the end of their pitiful lives.

"True innocence, soon enough we'll be the few." He continued, slapping his own thigh with a wide palmed hand. "At least we can dance, a final dance."

He chuckled, his thoughts of eroding the infrastructure of this outpost, this band of happy civilians. It was once more a long mental discussion, ended with a hint of sadistic pleasure at the idea of blowing his way through them, bringing many to the end of their lives. But thats how he thought, blood, gruesome battles flashing before his eyes.

Several letters could describe the man, C-R-A-Z-Y in the common sense. His maniac rested within his mind, popping out like now, giving insane ideas that someday could fall through.

"No-one" he replied smiling softly.
"and where did that come from?"

"Okay," she blushed. "I was just wondering..."