Title: Healing
Disclaimer: I own none of the characters, although I really want to so I could make my own storylines come true sigh.
Characters involved: Galahad and Gawain (slash)
Date written: July 25th, 2004
Summary: Let the healing process begin for the hearts of our two favourite knights Galahad and Gawain. slash
Contact Info: Like it or Hate it, have suggestions? Then email me at quillofslashyahoo.ca or just review me on I love reviews and feedback so talk to me.
It had only been a couple of days when Gawain was strong enough to stand on his own feet. He felt dirty, and the smell of blood was pungent on his clothes and armour. He stood and was immediately supported by Arthur.
"Take it easy, Gawain or you'll make that hole bigger." Arthur said. "I'm going to lake to wash myself." Gawain said with an exaggerated seriousness. "Well, one of us has to go with you, just in case you drown in the lake." Bors joked. "I'm not a child, I can bathe myself." Gawain exclaimed. "I'll go." Galahad said as he stepped towards Gawain.
The other knights laughed, while Gawain grunted and headed towards the lake. Galahad followed at a short distance behind Gawain. Soon the laughter of the insensitive knights could faintly be heard on the wind. Galahad decided to walk closer to Gawain as they reached the lake. Galahad watched in amusement when he a very frustrated Gawain tried to remove his heavy garments with only one arm. Galahad took the opportunity to step close to Gawain and help him in silently. He helped Gawain get one arm off and then gentle removed the arm of the other, bruised side. Galahad traced the back of Gawain's back with his eyes. It was beautiful. It was strong, smooth, and looked untainted. His eyes soon reached Gawain's darkened wound. It looked so painful, the remains of dried up blood and bruised skin was a horrible sight on Gawain's beautiful figure. Gawain's body emitted a warmth that made Galahad feel safe and protected. Next was Gawain's lower torso, but Galahad knew that Gawain had too much pride to let Galahad help him with the removal of such a garment, so he turned back as Gawain finished undressing. He didn't turn around until he heard Gawain enter the tranquil waters.
Gawain glided through the sparkling lake like a swam. His beauty is astonishing Galahad thought. He just sat on the grass and watched Gawain enjoy cool waters of the lake. Then he saw Gawain desperately trying to reach his arrow wound with his hands. Galahad giggled, watching this powerful knight struggle to reach a wound just under his shoulder. After a while of watching Gawain stretching and reaching, he heard Gawain say something.
"What was that Gawain?" Galahad asked. "Could. . . could, you help me? Gawain asked shyly.
Galahad was overjoyed that Gawain had asked him to perform such a task, but he also felt hesitate, to be so close to Gawain, would be. . . there were no words that could describe his mix feelings.
After a while of pondering, he decided to take the safe route to his unique predicament. "Come closer Gawain, I can't reach you from here," Galahad said. "Don't be ridiculous Galahad, you come to me," Gawain replied. Galahad hesitated, but decided to come to Gawain after Gawain looked like he was really struggling. He first removed his gauntlets from his left arm and then his right. He continued to removed his clothes until he was naked in wind. He stepped into the water, it was cold, but in a pleasant way. He swam closer to Gawain, until he could feel the warmth radiating from the knight's body. He raised his arm and extended it closer and closer to the knight's skin.
"Galahad?" Gawain asked reassuring to himself that Galahad was still there. "I'm here." Galahad replied, as he dipped his hand into the water and raised his cupped hands over Gawain's wound and gently poured the soothing waters on the wound.
Gawain flinched at the initial discomfort of the liquid causing a gentle ripple in the water, but the water slowly became more comforting as he realized Galahad was there with him, caring for him.
Galahad's eyes started to drift after a while, examining Gawain's masculine figure. His broad shoulders, his slender back, his hair that ran like water down to his virgin neck. He blinked back into reality as he realized what he was doing. He was sweating even though he was in the cool waters of the lake. Thank the heavens that Gawain did not know about Galahad's wandering eyes. Then like rain appearing in a scorching desert, Galahad felt water trickling ever so softly from his eyes. He wiped it away with his one free hand, but it just kept coming and pouring. Then he used both of his hands to cover up this embarrassing moment. Gawain, noticing that Galahad had stopped, turned around to see what was amiss, and what he saw was a crying knight. He looked almost childlike through Gawain's eyes, his body still young and his skin still soft and virtually unscathed. Galahad, feeling Gawain's eyes on him, shied away but was stopped by Gawain's comforting hand in his.
"What is the matter?" Gawain asked.
Galahad knew that if told Gawain of the love deep inside the recesses of his heart, he would be rejected, and his heart broken. But not confessing such feelings, when you see such a person all the time, would be suicide. His inner conflicts fueled the tears from his eyes. What was he to do? Would he risk their friendship? Would he wait until Gawain disappeared from him forever until he confessed his feelings?
Then with a quick motion, Galahad's body had decided for his mind. His hands grew tight around Gawain's hand and with one quick and fluid move, he drew the knight's lips to his, there bodies touching one another, their lips locked for a miraculous moment. Galahad's tears continued, after this kiss, this amazing kiss, would come a horrible fate. He held on to Gawain's sweet embrace as long as he could, until his body relaxed and let Gawain's warmth drift away.
His lips started to move, "I love you," Galahad said, crying, "I love you. . ."
Gawain remained stunned for a couple of minutes, but did not seem angry or uncomfortable, he looked more relieved. He brushed Galahad's curls from his face and smiled. He had much to learn about love.
"I love you too, Galahad," Gawain replied. He swam forward and hugged Galahad's waist and pulled him closer. The young knight stared up at Gawain with his innocent eyes. Then in one splendid moment, Gawain returned the kiss, a passionate, fiery one. Galahad could not say a word, he just stayed in Gawain's sweet embrace, as their bodies floated in the magical waters of lake.
To Be Continued . . .
Disclaimer: I own none of the characters, although I really want to so I could make my own storylines come true sigh.
Characters involved: Galahad and Gawain (slash)
Date written: July 25th, 2004
Summary: Let the healing process begin for the hearts of our two favourite knights Galahad and Gawain. slash
Contact Info: Like it or Hate it, have suggestions? Then email me at quillofslashyahoo.ca or just review me on I love reviews and feedback so talk to me.
It had only been a couple of days when Gawain was strong enough to stand on his own feet. He felt dirty, and the smell of blood was pungent on his clothes and armour. He stood and was immediately supported by Arthur.
"Take it easy, Gawain or you'll make that hole bigger." Arthur said. "I'm going to lake to wash myself." Gawain said with an exaggerated seriousness. "Well, one of us has to go with you, just in case you drown in the lake." Bors joked. "I'm not a child, I can bathe myself." Gawain exclaimed. "I'll go." Galahad said as he stepped towards Gawain.
The other knights laughed, while Gawain grunted and headed towards the lake. Galahad followed at a short distance behind Gawain. Soon the laughter of the insensitive knights could faintly be heard on the wind. Galahad decided to walk closer to Gawain as they reached the lake. Galahad watched in amusement when he a very frustrated Gawain tried to remove his heavy garments with only one arm. Galahad took the opportunity to step close to Gawain and help him in silently. He helped Gawain get one arm off and then gentle removed the arm of the other, bruised side. Galahad traced the back of Gawain's back with his eyes. It was beautiful. It was strong, smooth, and looked untainted. His eyes soon reached Gawain's darkened wound. It looked so painful, the remains of dried up blood and bruised skin was a horrible sight on Gawain's beautiful figure. Gawain's body emitted a warmth that made Galahad feel safe and protected. Next was Gawain's lower torso, but Galahad knew that Gawain had too much pride to let Galahad help him with the removal of such a garment, so he turned back as Gawain finished undressing. He didn't turn around until he heard Gawain enter the tranquil waters.
Gawain glided through the sparkling lake like a swam. His beauty is astonishing Galahad thought. He just sat on the grass and watched Gawain enjoy cool waters of the lake. Then he saw Gawain desperately trying to reach his arrow wound with his hands. Galahad giggled, watching this powerful knight struggle to reach a wound just under his shoulder. After a while of watching Gawain stretching and reaching, he heard Gawain say something.
"What was that Gawain?" Galahad asked. "Could. . . could, you help me? Gawain asked shyly.
Galahad was overjoyed that Gawain had asked him to perform such a task, but he also felt hesitate, to be so close to Gawain, would be. . . there were no words that could describe his mix feelings.
After a while of pondering, he decided to take the safe route to his unique predicament. "Come closer Gawain, I can't reach you from here," Galahad said. "Don't be ridiculous Galahad, you come to me," Gawain replied. Galahad hesitated, but decided to come to Gawain after Gawain looked like he was really struggling. He first removed his gauntlets from his left arm and then his right. He continued to removed his clothes until he was naked in wind. He stepped into the water, it was cold, but in a pleasant way. He swam closer to Gawain, until he could feel the warmth radiating from the knight's body. He raised his arm and extended it closer and closer to the knight's skin.
"Galahad?" Gawain asked reassuring to himself that Galahad was still there. "I'm here." Galahad replied, as he dipped his hand into the water and raised his cupped hands over Gawain's wound and gently poured the soothing waters on the wound.
Gawain flinched at the initial discomfort of the liquid causing a gentle ripple in the water, but the water slowly became more comforting as he realized Galahad was there with him, caring for him.
Galahad's eyes started to drift after a while, examining Gawain's masculine figure. His broad shoulders, his slender back, his hair that ran like water down to his virgin neck. He blinked back into reality as he realized what he was doing. He was sweating even though he was in the cool waters of the lake. Thank the heavens that Gawain did not know about Galahad's wandering eyes. Then like rain appearing in a scorching desert, Galahad felt water trickling ever so softly from his eyes. He wiped it away with his one free hand, but it just kept coming and pouring. Then he used both of his hands to cover up this embarrassing moment. Gawain, noticing that Galahad had stopped, turned around to see what was amiss, and what he saw was a crying knight. He looked almost childlike through Gawain's eyes, his body still young and his skin still soft and virtually unscathed. Galahad, feeling Gawain's eyes on him, shied away but was stopped by Gawain's comforting hand in his.
"What is the matter?" Gawain asked.
Galahad knew that if told Gawain of the love deep inside the recesses of his heart, he would be rejected, and his heart broken. But not confessing such feelings, when you see such a person all the time, would be suicide. His inner conflicts fueled the tears from his eyes. What was he to do? Would he risk their friendship? Would he wait until Gawain disappeared from him forever until he confessed his feelings?
Then with a quick motion, Galahad's body had decided for his mind. His hands grew tight around Gawain's hand and with one quick and fluid move, he drew the knight's lips to his, there bodies touching one another, their lips locked for a miraculous moment. Galahad's tears continued, after this kiss, this amazing kiss, would come a horrible fate. He held on to Gawain's sweet embrace as long as he could, until his body relaxed and let Gawain's warmth drift away.
His lips started to move, "I love you," Galahad said, crying, "I love you. . ."
Gawain remained stunned for a couple of minutes, but did not seem angry or uncomfortable, he looked more relieved. He brushed Galahad's curls from his face and smiled. He had much to learn about love.
"I love you too, Galahad," Gawain replied. He swam forward and hugged Galahad's waist and pulled him closer. The young knight stared up at Gawain with his innocent eyes. Then in one splendid moment, Gawain returned the kiss, a passionate, fiery one. Galahad could not say a word, he just stayed in Gawain's sweet embrace, as their bodies floated in the magical waters of lake.
To Be Continued . . .