Disclaimer: I do not own anything to do with King Arthur. I do, however, own the OC's and the plot.

Plot: TristanxOC, GalahadxOC. Fifteen years after Arthur's knights have been allowed to go home, Tristan and Ghost have had a baby girl. When the knights are called back for duty to Rome, what happens when they find they have someone following them?

A/N: I give all of my thanks to Solaris8, my muse. :D

It had been nearly three months since Saira had been captured by Daiki, the mysterious assassin with the gorgeous eyes. Tristan had been moping around the entire time, even going out of his way to avoid Ghost. Someone new had become Emperor of Rome, and the ceremony had been long and tedious. Most of the Sarmatian knights had dozed off, and Tristan had kept his eyes on Ghost, who was part of the ceremony.

Tristan walks through the streets of Rome, eyes on the night sky. He can sense someone behind him, and spins around with his hand on the hilt of his sword. Spotting Ghost, he drops his hand. Ghost walks up to him, white dress flowing behind her. She places a small hand in his, then starts to lead him off somewhere. He allows her to do so, not making a sound. Ghost drags him towards the Palace, but then into an alleyway when Palace guards patrol by them. Ghost pushes Tristan up against the alley wall, a hand over his mouth. She presses against him, and he looks down at her with a strange expression held within his eyes. When the guards are gone, Ghost brings Tristan towards the Palace again, and this time they get inside.

She drags him to the main bedroom, pushing him inside. She follows, closing the door behind her. Tristan doesn't even freeze up when she throws her arms around his neck and kisses him deeply. Wrapping his arms around Ghost's torso, Tristan backs them up towards the bedside, and she falls softly down onto her back. Tristan keeps eye contact as he slowly crawls on top of her, causing Ghost's breath to catch in her throat. It had been over a decade since she had been with a man she truly loved, and Tristan is the man of her dreams. Just to be beneath him again is to be in Heaven. Tristan leans down and kisses her softly, his whiskers tickling Ghost's cheeks, then he moves to trail kisses across her jawbone and down to her neck. He finds her sweet spot and suckles on it lightly, causing a small sigh of happiness escape from Ghost's half-parted lips. Tristan's hands run down her sides, grabbing hold of her hips, and elevating her slightly so that he can slip in-between her legs. She gasps softly, and Tristan grabs the hem of her dress, pulling it off of her. He stays still for a short while, looking down at her body, and noticing that his trousers are beginning to feel a little tight for his liking.

Ghost looks up at him with complete adoration in her eyes, and Tristan leans down and kisses her with a fiery passion. Their tongues battle for dominance as Ghost strips Tristan of his clothing, revealing his manhood to her completely. She smiles and bites her lip, remembering the feeling that he had given her in their time together. As Tristan leans in to kiss her again, and to reposition her for better entry, Ghost can only think about one thing.

How much she missed being in the arms of the man she loves.

Review, please! How do you like it? SO much more on the way!

~R