A short little one-shot.
Disclaimer: I certainly don't own the characters…
The sunlight flickered across her face as the wind gently rustled the boughs of the linden trees. Crossing her arms she continued to walk, the embroidered hem of her dress rustling the grass. Dark curls hid her face as she kept her eyes on the ground, never once bringing them to see what lay before her.
He watched her from a distance. Always looking, never touching. He dared not think of how long he had loved her. How long he had wanted her. She was forbidden to him, half sister of the High King.
Quickly crossing the distance between them he fell into step beside her.
"Morgaine…"
Raising her eyes she found she could not bear look at him. She could see the want in his eyes, the want that was mirrored in her own. This dance they did day after day, of little words and smiles. It was often that she wondered how long it would last. How long it would take before their resolve crumbled and they gave into their lust. No, it was more than lust.
She loved him. She had always loved him. Ever since she had met him at her brother's coronation. The elaborate bow he had given her intent on seeing her smile, the wink, the warmth in his voice. The light in his eyes. Everything about him had seemed so perfect, from the black curls to his blue eyes to the rich velvet cape.
Not wanting to betray her own feelings she glanced up at him, "Surely you have better things to do sir knight." She tried to keep her voice light, tried to hide the uncertainty.
He stopped suddenly and she was forced to turn around. His eyes were searching and this time she met his gaze.
The wind blew her hair away from her delicate face, her green eyes held all the answers he needed. Taking a step forward he gently reached for her, surprised as she grabbed his wrist.
"Lancelot," she shook her head. "We can not do this."
With resolve he reached his other arm around her waist and pulled her to him. Her eyes widened and she released her grip. "Lancelot," she murmured. "We must not."
Always looking, never touching. He was ready to end the dance. "Morgaine, can you truly say you do not want this?"
When she did not answer he leaned down and gently caressed her lips, surprised when she deepened the kiss. Suddenly he felt as if he was walking through the undying lands of the fey. Come. Her voice echoed in his head, follow me. Her body pressed against his and he tightened his arms around her. It felt as if he was flying, his body weightless. As quickly as the feeling had come it had passed. Not wanting the forbiddenmoment to end he reached for her again but she placed a finger over his mouth.
"As I said before Lancelot, we can not do this." Hugging herself tightly she fled towards the castle.
Running a hand through his hair he watched her retreating form. Always looking, never touching.
So…what did you guys think? Please review, criticism is welcome.
