I leaned forward to him and kissed him gently on his mouth, it was so right, so natural. I brushed my lips onto his and lingered in the moment, feelin... my heart immediately starting to beat faster. James pulled my head to his own and kissed my passionately back, the hunger in his kiss and touch, told no lies, and I knew the mutual passion we had harboured for so long, was about to be born. He tasted so, so good, and in the warm glow of the fire as he kissed me his hands started to caress my. From the top of his head through to each of his toes, the burden of his cares fell away.He shuddered and pushed back with his mind, its seduction felt so enticing. Struggling to cling to reality, his punch-drunk self-awareness lurched from a carefree indifference to blind panic.For a moment, he stopped flailing;and his intuition calmly informed him that last night was no accident. A soothing embrace eased his conflicted mind. Determinedly, he appealed to his inner self, a serial monogamist by. Arthur now tried to end the fight as quickly as possible, lest he fall victim to Mordred’s youthful energy the longer it wore on. Staring down his opponent, Arthur cursed himself for using Excalibur’s blinding capabilities a few minutes ago. That power would not be available again for at least another hour or two. As Arthur continued to counter Mordred’s attacks, his son began to grow angry and frustrated.“Why will you not die, old man?!” he shouted, thrusting at Arthur again.Arthur gave a. Do you understand me?" I asked her seriously.She nodded her head slowly, not looking at me."I ASKED YOU IF YOU UNDERSTOOD!" I repeated firmly."Yes, sir," she replied softly, still not looking at me."Look, I don't feel like playing games, Catherine. When you are ready to talk, let me know," I told her. I walked out, and straight into my room next door. It was just after three o'clock on Saturday afternoon, according to my watch, which seemed to be running again.I'm sure they all thought I'd had.