Okay. This chapter has a lot of kissing in it. I've warned you, so now you can't possibly complain about it. It's your own fault if you read past this point. I suck at this!

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Sera had looked all over the camp for Lancelot, but couldn't find him. Her brow creased. He hadn't wanted her to fight that day, but he understood. He couldn't possibly be angry, could he? She returned to the wagon and stopped. There he was. He had been looking for her. She smiled, and joined him. She slipped her arms around his waist.

"Well, I'm still in one piece. Not even a scratch."

He looked her over carefully, and found that she was right.

"When we get back to the wall, would you like to meet my family?" she asked "Galahad and Gawain are coming for sure. Rebekah promised to fix them up with some of mine and Guinevere's cousins."

That would be quite a sight, in itself. Galahad, with a group of women surrounding him. Hmmm...It might be worth going just for that. But Sera wanted him to meet her family. That might be kind of awkward. He had killed for Rome. He had killed their people. Some things were not easily forgiven. But he would be free when he got to the wall. He wouldn't have to do that anymore. He could be proud of who he was then. Besides, he had never seen an inhabited Woad settlement. It would further his mind. He was trying to talk himself around. All he wanted to do was be around Sera as much as possible. He would go.

"Well, if you were really nice to me and fluttered your lashes at me a bit, I might consider it." Said Lancelot.

"We'll see about that. My lashes don't flutter well. It's a real problem."

They both sighed and nodded solemnly at this, before breaking out in laughter.

"It'll be really fun, though...I think Rebekah will be able to drag Tristan along, Bors can bring Vanora and all the little bastards, maybe we can even get Arthur to come."

"I doubt Arthur will. He hates the Woads, no offense." He said quickly. He had already offended her once that day, and her plans for Marius were still fresh in his mind. He wanted to have children some day. Very possibly with the woman in front of him.

"You thought I hadn't noticed that? Well what about Guinevere, does he hate her?"

"Well, I suppose he doesn't mind her too much, he wasn't to friendly with her this morning, though."

"He'll get over it. They always do."

"Really? Always?" he asked, grin in place.

"Yes. Always. Everyone loves Guinevere. You can't help it. It's just one of those things that you can always count on."

"I'm sure she's a lovely person, but she doesn't seem very friendly."

"Oh, don't worry. She'll warm up to you eventually. She is just a bit wary of your type."

"My type?" he asked, curiously. He had a type?

"Yes. Handsome, devilishly charming, and fully aware of it yourself."

"Is that your way of telling me I'm conceited?"

"No. It's my way of telling you that you are who you are." She said smiling, lightly kissing him on the tip of his nose. The expression on his face was priceless. She laughed. She released him, and turned to go check on Dagonet. She didn't make much noise, and when she looked in, she stopped. This was not a scene to walk in on. She backed away, and found Lancelot again.

"How's Dagonet?" asked Lancelot.

"He's probably feeling better than he has in a long time." She said, smiling. She wouldn't tell him. They deserved their privacy.

"Oh, good. Can I go see him?"

Sera's eyes opened wide in panic. He couldn't go in there NOW!

"Uh...Actually, no...You don't want to crowd him, now do you?"

He looked at her incredulously. "It's hardly a small wagon, if it's just him and Fulcinia, what's the harm?"

She had to stop him. She wouldn't ruin the moment for either of them. They hadn't had much love in their lives, and they deserved it. So did she. She grabbed Lancelot roughly, and pulled him into a kiss. That would keep him busy for a while. She might as well enjoy herself in the meantime.

Lancelot was a bit shocked at first, but quickly accustomed himself to the situation. She had said Dagonet was fine; he could wait a bit longer for a visit.

In the wagon, something very unusual was occurring. Dagonet was not generally a forward man, but somehow he had managed to get Fulcinia in his lap. He kissed her gently. She would not have seen kisses as tender in her marriage to Marius, and he wanted to show her the softer side of affection.

Fulcinia hadn't really realized what was happening at first, but quickly began to enjoy herself. It was nice really. She had never felt that before. Before, being in a man's arms had terrified her, but now, it was rather comforting. Someone loved her. No one ever had.

His big hands were gentle as he caressed her hair. Lightly, hesitantly, she traced the scars that slashed over his face. He was handsome, in a way. Most people didn't see it. The scars covered it well. Fulcinia smiled. She was in love with the most gentle man she had ever met. She had dreams of them, raising Alecto and Lucan, it would be everything, it would be all that they needed.

Dagonet stopped kissing her, and studied her closely. "Will you marry me?" he asked. He hadn't planned to, it seemed too soon after her husband's death.

She smiled wider, a tear escaping. She nodded, and that was all the confirmation he needed. He had never been so happy in his entire life.

Rebekah looked around for someone to talk to, but no one was there. She hadn't used to be so dependent on others. When they had lived apart from the tribe, she rarely spoke at all. Now, she was lonely. She saw Galahad and Gawain across the fire and grinned. If she was to play matchmaker, she had a few questions for them. She sat down in between the two.

"So, Galahad, do you like forward women?" she asked.

"I suppose..." he said, clearly nervous that he hadn't answered correctly.

"Good. We have lots of those. How about you, Gawain?"

"Well," he said, pulling her into his lap "I simply love forward women. They don't blush, and pretend to be flustered when you talk to them."

Rebekah laughed. She loved being around people. They said the most peculiar things, sometimes. "Oh, just wait until you meet my father!"

Gawain and Galahad visibly paled. Gawain pushed Rebekah off his lap, and glanced around, clearly worried that the spirit of Rebekah's father had noticed. She laughed again.

"Don't worry, he hardly ever kills people who touch me anymore." She said, reassuringly.

"Oh, well. I feel so much better now." Gawain said, some of his color returning.

"Good. Where's Tristan?" she asked.

Gawain raised an eyebrow at her. "Why? Are you finally willing to admit that I am right? Nice trousers, by the way."

"Absolutely not! I simply wanted to know how long it will take us to get back. I haven't seen my father for quite some time." She didn't want to talk about the trousers. They made her think about the braids. And what had transpired after the braids. It was too confusing for now.

It was true. She did want to know. But she wanted to know something else as well. Was he upset that she had kissed him? Disgusted? She felt the air shift behind her and looked up, into the face of Tristan. It was a bit intimidating. To even their ground, she stood.

"When will we get back?" She asked.

Tristan looked at her. It was as if she had never kissed him. She was speaking to him as she did everyone else. "Three days. It was quicker before, but now we have the wagons."

She nodded.

Just as he was turning to leave, she stopped him.

"Oh, we were wondering if you wanted to come meet everyone when we get back to the wall. You'll be free then, so it should be fine."

He turned back to her, and frowned.

"Who's everyone?"

"Her overly protective father for one!" said Galahad. Rebekah shot him a glare, and he looked away.

"My father is not overly protective. If he was, I wouldn't be able to beat your skinny ass in sparring."

"But we've never sparred before, how would you know?"

"Because, Galahad dear, I'm good. I'm beginning to doubt that you could handle a Woad woman. We're very demanding."

He looked a bit confused at this, but quickly got her meaning.

"Of course I could! I have legendary skills in bed!" he protested.

Rebekah grinned, and bent over to pat his cheek. "You are legendary. Just not in the right way. It's all right, I'm sure I can find somebody for you. I'm very good at that."

"What a coincidence, so am I. You're perfect for Tristan. Go ahead, Tristan, she's all yours." Said Gawain, coming in, in defense of his friend.

Tristan glared darkly at Gawain, and grabbed Rebekah's hand. She protested as he led her away from the fire, into the shadows. He whirled her around, and kissed her hard.

He wanted to know what she was thinking. Would she like this? She had kissed him earlier, but had she meant it? He had.

Rebekah was caught off guard. People didn't just walk up to her and kiss her. She was usually the one to do the walking. Well, all things change. She liked this particular change. She pulled him closer, and nearly moaned. He kissed a lot better than any of the men she had ever bedded. It would be interesting to see what her father thought of this man.