Just a little smut story for Tristan/OC. I own nothing except Elana.

Dear My Love

This is a King Arthur smut story. Don't like, don't read.

Tristan tossed and turned in his small bed. He couldn't sleep, but he needed to because him and the other knights were leaving tomorrow morning to get the Bishop. The moment he closed his eyes he felt a hand on his shoulder.

"Do not open your eyes, love." it was a soft, female voice with an Irish lilt. Tristan went against what she said and opened his eyes. She was gone. Her touch, her smell, her voice and he was left alone in his room. He closed his eyes again and she was back, stroking his face gently.

"I told you not to open your eyes." she didn't sound angry, only slightly amused.

"Who are you?" he asked.

"You will know in time." she kissed his cheek, then slowly trailed kisses over to his mouth. Her kisses were passionate, like she'd been doing this all of her life. He rolled over onto his back and pulled her down on top of him, noting that she wasn't wearing any clothes.

"I want to see you." he said, after the kiss was broken.

"Then see me." suddenly he could see her, though he hadn't opened his eyes. Her skin was pale against the moonlight that made her red hair shimmer. She had lovely green eyes and full pink lips. Her breasts weren't large but they weren't to small either and when he brushed his hands over them she shuddered.

"You are beautiful." he muttered, his voice husky with desire. A small smile graced her lips.

"Why thank you, Tristan." she leaned in once again and captured his lips.

"Please tell me your name." he whispered against her lips.

"Elana." He rolled over suddenly, pinning her beneath him.

"A beautiful name for a beautiful woman." she chuckled. Seeing her under him, trapped and at his mercy made him harder then he'd ever been in his life. She felt his shaft press against her thigh and gave him a mischievous smirk.

"Do you want something?" he didn't answer, just leaned up to take his clothes off only to find they were already gone. But he had just been fully dressed, hadn't he? He looked at her, confused. She smiled at him again as he pressed her into the bed, deciding to worry about it later.

"Oh gods, Tristan." she moaned as he kissed her breasts and took a nipple in his mouth. He suckled softly as he toyed with the other nipple. Her leg moved to brush against the head of his member and he groaned against her. His calloused fingers worked a path down her flat stomach ad through the red curls that lined her sex. he slipped a finger between the folds to play with her clit. She gasped and arched up to him, grinding her hips against his hand.

"I need you, please." she begged, biting her lip.

"Are you virgin?" he asked.

"Not for you."

"What?"

"I am your, whatever you want me to be." he nodded, not understanding but his need to be inside her was to great to ask questions. He positioned himself between her legs and kissed her gently as he pushed into her.

He nearly orgasmed right then at how tight and wet she was. His head rested in the crook of her neck as he pulled out and slid back in. Her constant moaning was driving him crazy. He kept a slow pace for her but she made it difficult when she started moving against him, forcing him deeper.

"Ahh, Elana, you feel so good." he moaned in her ear. She gasped and cried out in response as he hit her sweet spot. What she did next was his undoing. She bit into his neck harshly, bruising him and sending a jolt of pleasure through his body. Before he could register what he was doing, his pace had picked up and he was kissing her hard. Her moans of pleasure turned into cries of ecstasy as her orgasm approached fast. A few thrusts later she was clenching down on him and moaning his name like a prayer. He followed her over the edge, spilling his seed into her, filling her. She closed her eyes, panting hard. He pulled out of her and pulled her close as he rolled on his back again.

"Sleep now." she muttered, still breathing hard. "You have a long day tomorrow." He let his vision fade, since his eyes were already closed and fell into a deep sleep. When he woke at sunrise she was gone and he was still dressed. He sat up and rested his head in his hands.

"Elana." he sighed.

The knights left not to long later and as he was riding Tristan slipped a hand in the pocket on his pants. His fingers met paper and he pulled out the note.

Dear my love,

I'm sorry I had to leave you alone this morning. It was real, not a dream, and you will find me when the time is right.

Yours Forever,

Elana.

If I get enough reviews then I'll write more but for now, The End.