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You had been all over him all day.
Every moment you had alone (or even semi-alone) with him, your hands were on him or your lips were on his. Arthur didn’t mind in the slightest, but even he knew that it was peculiar for you to be so touchy. He was pretty confident that you hadn’t stopped smiling since you had woken up that morning, and your good mood was very prevalent.
He just couldn’t figure out what had made you so cheerful.
He knew it wasn’t your birthday, he hadn’t brought you a gift in a while, and it wasn’t a holiday. Arthur had absolutely no clue what it was. Until he actually started paying attention to your behavior.
You had backed him into a tree just on the outskirts of camp, attacking him with smothering kisses until he was breathless. Mostly everyone had gone to bed or was in a drunken stupor, so the two of you were at least out of sight. Your kisses trailed from the tops of his cheeks to his Adam’s apple on the middle of his throat, a chuckle bubbling out of his throat when it finally dawned on.
“I get all this just because I shaved my beard off?” He questioned, bringing a hand to rub over his face that was impeccably smooth.
“Mmhm.” You mumbled, too occupied with peppering him with kisses to give a real response.
Your hands gripped at the waistband of his pants, fingertips teasing at the buckle of his belt as his tongue slipped into your mouth. Arthur had been sporting a rather lengthy beard for the last several months, only keeping it neatly trimmed and refusing to shave any length off of it.
You never harassed Arthur about his facial hair. You wanted him to keep it how he liked it and without any outside persuasion. You LOVED Arthur having facial hair, but you never really minded how he kept his hair. The thing was, it had been so long that you had forgotten how he looked without sporting a beard.
He had gotten up earlier than you had, getting dressed and taking a look in the mirror before deciding to shave it all off. It’d take him a day or two to get used to the new look, but at the rate that his hair grew, he’d have a full beard within a few weeks.
He’d admit that he looked much younger without any hair on his face, but it showed scars and marks that hadn’t seen the light of day in a while. He didn’t give it much thought when he shaved it all off. Not until he saw how turned on it made you.
“I thought you liked the beard?” He asked between muffled kisses.
“I do, but a change is good every once in a while.” You purred.
“You’re not gonna miss it? Not even a little?” He wondered, a beaming grin on his features.
“It’s not like it won’t grow back,” You giggled, “It’s just itchy sometimes. Especially when you’re between my legs.”
“Well now, darlin’, this is the first time I’m hearin’ about this. I didn’t hear no complaints last night before I shaved it all off.”
You shut him up with a kiss, tugging his lower lip into your teeth while your hands began untucking his shirt and fidgeting with getting his belt unbuckled. Arthur wasn’t usually too offended or deterred from PDA, but this was pushing his limits.
“Hey. No, not here,” He chuckled again, amused by your eagerness, “We’re not gonna fuck when we’re 20 feet from camp.”
“No one’s going to see us,” You pleaded, kissing him again and making another attempt, “Everyone’s asleep.”
Arthur’s hands, though, pushed yours away to stop your advances further.
“At least wait until we’re back in the tent,” He suggested, “Shit. I never knew it was that easy to get you all hot ‘n bothered.”
You had returned to kissing him, open mouthed kisses on any area of freshly exposed skin. You were in heaven right now.
“I say we make another attempt at last night’s...activities. Maybe this time it won’t ‘itch’ as much.” He hinted, his hand slipping into yours to lead you back into camp.
His heart burst at how giddy with excitement that made you, his lips turning into a huge grin. You all but dragged him to your tent, kissing and giggling the entire way. After that night, Arthur knew one thing for sure.
He’d be shaving a lot more often.