A/N: Good God…how long has it been?

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Seda was on the warpath. She did not agree with being locked in Sir Sexy-Pants' room! Especially, after the little stunt he pulled. If that flirtatious prick wanted some tonight, he was in for a surprise.

Yeah, she'd probably give him some anyway.

It was just her personality. Sure, she could hold him off with a few well-placed threats and witty comebacks, but all he had to do was show as much as one sign of dominating her and she would be gone. And that would be in a seriously good way.

She sat on his bed, fingers plucking at the thin blanket while she waited for his return. He better come back soon, dammit! She needed someone to vent her anger out on. And who better than the cause of her anger?

She was so caught up on the idea of revenge that she was more than surprised when Lancelot kicked open the door and strode in. Actually, she almost screamed and used the force of her surprise to jump to her feet and glare at him. Her super-death-glare-of-doom had little to no effect on the man.

Lancelot didn't want to deal with her fit of anger. As if she had a reason to be upset. She wasn't the one who was taken from her home and forced to fight for Rome. (A/N: Boy, he sure is an idiot…)

"Either get in the bed or get out." His voice was pitched low, his eyes blazing with rage. His little "talk" with Arthur completely made him forget about the furious woman locked in his room. Although seeing her just as angry as him, made his loins stir just a bit.

"Excuse me?" She shrieked indignantly. She shoved him as hard as she could, making him stumble back just a little. "You're the one who locked me in here! You're the one who wouldn't let me argue earlier, and you're the one who's forgetting that I'm just as upset as you are!" Hands on her hips, she was ready to smack some sense into him.

Lancelot felt guilty at that point. He had completely forgotten how similar both their situations were. Breathing in deeply, he sighed. "I'm sorry…" he mumbled and gently shut the door behind him. "You don't have to leave."

Now we all know that Seda could've acted just as mature as Lancelot, but that just wasn't her style.

"You're damn right I don't have to leave! Honestly, what were you thinking locking me up in here? If I had something sharp on me, you would be bald and missing some serious reproductive organs!" Seda snapped with agitation. Yes, she knew she was being just a little juvenile but really…could you blame her?

Lancelot's anger came right on back. He had no idea what she was implying, but he knew it wasn't nice. "I was thinking that you were about to do something rash and that you and everyone else would be safer if I locked you up!"

"Oh, everyone else? Are you implying that I'm some kind of monster?!" Her voice pitch went up another notch and even Mr. Dark and Brooding had to wince. Something in her voice made him want to take back a few of his words. Sure, he knew that their situations were similar, but he had no clue about her past. He only knew that she was taken from her land of origin and forced to fight. And he knew how vicious the Romans could be towards foreigners. But it must have been worse, considering she was a woman.

"You know what? Forget I even said anything." Damn. She really did let his words get to her. She was fighting back tears. Stupid, stupid Seda! She brushed by him as she reached for the door handle.

"I'm sorry," his hands rested on her shoulders, his lips brushing her crown. Bringing back his bad-boy charm, he amped up the attitude. "You know," he growled, "you can still get back in the bed."

Chills ran down her spine and she flushed from a sudden wave of heat. "I…I sh-should probably j-just leave…" Oh Lord, he had her flustered and as nervous as a virgin. (A/N: ……Hehehe…)

"Stay." His hands slid down to her hips and he pulled her lower body flush against his. He bit back a groan when her back arched from the sweet movement.

"Okay."

Seda really was a sucker for hot men.

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And here, Rosalyn thought she had it bad.

…which she did.

Gawain was a very smart man. He used a very creative method to keep her mind off the suicidal mission.

He gave her a full body massage.

His warm, rough hands kneaded her sore muscles with such tender care that she almost cried from the simple pleasure. This man is a God! She let out a small moan when his hands rubbed at her sides, the tips of his fingers just barely grazing her breasts.

Rosalyn was the most beautiful woman Gawain had ever laid eyes on. She was so responsive to his touch. He had seriously lucked out if he got the girl with the most sensitive skin. He used his newfound knowledge to the best of his ability.

"How does that feel?"

"Mm…it feels wonderful…" she sighed into his pillow.

"And this?" He breathed against her ear, his hands finding her thighs and parting them with expertise.

"That's just—ah!" His fingers found warm skin and a slick center that had her grabbing handfuls of his bed sheets. "Gawain!" She gasped when he gently flipped her onto her back and pulled off her dress.

"Relax, Rosalyn." His lips played with hers, the fingers inside of her curling ever so slightly so that she arched up off the bed and let out a pleasured shriek.

"I…I can't relax! Not when you're d-doing that!"

He grinned wickedly. Oh, he would have her relaxed. In fact, he'd have them so relaxed that it would be a miracle if they could walk in the morning.

"O-Oh my…Ah! Ahhhhh…ohhhh Gods yessss!"

Gawain chuckled darkly as he left her heated body to pull of his clothes. Nude and ready for some action, he settled his body back on hers and made sweet, sweet love to her.

"HOLY—"

"OH, LANCELOT!"

They both froze. Rosalyn blinked as she stared up into Gawain's eyes. He looked back down at her in shock. It wasn't even a few mere seconds when they heard what sounded like poundings on the wall opposite the bed.

Rosalyn's eyes narrowed and she rolled so that they switched positions. That's it. This is a declaration of war, Seda! Breathing slowly, she dug her short nails into Gawain's shoulders and by concentrating hard enough, she managed to tighten certain pelvic floor muscles that had Gawain's eyes rolling into the back of his head.

"Like that do you? Well, you're gonna love this." Lifting her hips, she waited until just the tip of him was inside her before forcing herself down on him, her inner muscles tightening so that when she lifted herself again, he was still snug inside her.

Gawain's hands settled on her hips, helping her with her hips' movements. Gods, she was good. She definitely topped the talent charts with that little wiggle she just did.

"Uhh…uhnnn…I—Gawain, I can't…"

"Oh, yes you can." He sat up and wrapped his arms around her, his hips thrusting up with such force that she screeched.

"G-Gawain…I…I feel like…like I…GAWAIN!"

Ah, yes. Our good knight certainly earned himself a good night's rest.

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Seda wanted to scream. Damn Rosalyn got the last word during this battle! Stupid Lancelot…wouldn't let me scream… She mentally cursed him while she lay sated on her back. Lancelot was still—amazingly—going. Although his strokes had slowed and he was merely riding out his pleasure high.

"Seda…"

His voice was like gravel, rough and harsh against her ear. She shivered as heat surged through her veins.

"My Goddess, Seda."

Oh, yeah. She could let Rosalyn take the win for this one.

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