Why Bradley James You Were Blushing LOL!

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itsastart What's his famous line "I don't get nervous". Ha, Ha......

MISAforever hahah it's Gwen where're talking about. Everything he thinks, it doesn't apply to her. She's one special girl!

BradAngeleyes He only blushed because Gaius saw him naked.

Cillemaller ^Yes, I also think that! XD

EPaws Valid point re Gaius cause at this stage no other reason to be blushing that horse left through that gate a long long time ago wink wink

MISAforever naughty girl

kbrand5333 So, then: what was more embarrassing for Arthur, do you think? Donkey ears or naked nudity?

Nasty_Nat Kim, that is a very good question. I would think donkey ears. The fact that he's been naked, Gwen, Merlin and Gaius, those three were in the room. So it will be a secret. But the Donkey ears, everyone in Camelot knew about it and especially when he was makking the sound that a donkey makes.

kbrand5333 He did an excellent job making those donkey noises. Bradley said he studied up on it!

leona21 All I can say is that the actors must have been cracking up at this scene.I wonder how many takes it took?

EPaws There you go, that is why I want behind the scenes cause I know it is funnier.

DemurePrincess I was also wondering if he's fully clothed down there to make it realistic?

leona21 Knowing Bradley he wants it to look realistic so maybe he was completely in the nude. I mean he did study the noise donkeys made in order for it to sound realistic didn't he? Angel said he did and she couldn't stop laughing. Just saying!

The Dreams of a Queen - part 6

posted by kbrand5333

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    Suddenly he is there, immediately crouching beside her, sitting, pulling her into his embrace.
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Christmas fics - 3

posted by kbrand5333

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Twelve

Prompt: Prompt: 12 days of Christmas my true love gave to me

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I give the door an extra shove to make sure it’s securely closed against the draft. I light a candle and am just about to turn to the wood box when I see it.

What on earth? It’s soft, but heavy, wrapped in parchment and tied with a red ribbon.

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posted by kbrand5333

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Fire - Part 27

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Fire - Part 7

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Heads up: More steaminess ensues.

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Arthur crawls forward, kissing her, so that she has no choice but to lie back against the pillows. This time he is pulling at his own shirt and unbuckling his own belt as he prowls forward. He once again yanks the shirt over his head and tosses it in the general direction of a clothes hamper he keeps in a corner. Then he descends back down to her, kissing deeply, as if it has been months since they’d been together instead of merely hours. He is determined to take his time this time, and he slows his pace. She seems to notice...