There isn't much dialogue in this chapter, so it isn't as long as the others. I felt the occasion called for some MRC, as the chapter title indicates. Enjoy, and let me know if you thought it was too smutty.

Nianko- I LOVE THE T-SHIRT! We should totally make them!

MonDieu666- They don't plot much this chapter, but perhaps next chapter...Rebekah's Father Rocks!

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Notes-

Proposals- Everyone was confused. The proposals I was referring to in the title were Tristan's proposal to Rebekah (Of marriage, which she did accept, in their mutual unromantic tone.) and Etain's proposal to Laim. This was obviously not a marriage proposal. It was a plot proposal. No, Lancelot has not asked Sera to marry him. He wants to see how the battle goes first.

Radha looked at the group that was about to leave for the wall. The hairy knight, Gawain, was with them. She wanted to talk to him a bit more. He was very sure of himself, and she wondered if he really was as good as he claimed.

"Sera! Wait! I'm coming with you!" she yelled, and dashed off to her dwelling for her things. She couldn't let Deirdre have all the fun.

They were waiting for her expectantly when she returned. Gawain looked especially glad to see her, and Radha had no doubt why. She smiled slowly as Sera handed both she and Deirdre an herb. She hoped she would need it.

"I'm glad you're coming." Gawain told her.

"So am I." She said with a smile.

Bors slipped his arm around Vanora's waist. He was feeling the romance in the air. Or, perhaps, it was simply the excitement before battle. Whatever it was, all the little bastards would be going to bed early tonight. Vanora smiled back at him. She was glad to have him home. She was worried, though. Tomorrow, he would be fighting again.

Etain watched them leave from the opening of Laim's tent. Laim would have a nice friendly chat with Tristan tomorrow. When Tristan fought Cedric, Rebekah would see, and run to help. If a warrior didn't finish her while she wasn't looking, Cedric would do the job. Etain would find a way to keep Tristan alive. She could always use another man in her bed. Laim saw her awake, and pulled her back to the bed. It was their ritual before battle. It got the blood flowing, and kept it that way.

The group had been walking for a short time, before they came to an area of wall thick with trees. They all gave each other a boost, Dagonet being the last up. They made it back to the main wall without incident, and they all went off to their various rooms. Sera offered Fulcinia some herbs, and she took it warily. She wasn't quite sure she wanted to use it.

Tristan put a possessive arm around Rebekah's waist, as some Roman soldiers leered at her. They stopped abruptly, and tried to busy themselves with something else when they were fixed with both Tristan and Rebekah's harsh glares. As they neared Tristan's room, they came across the unconscious figure of Bishop Germanus. Tristan looked at Rebekah questioningly, and she shrugged.

"He called me a whore. I don't stand for that."

Tristan's expression became murderous, and Rebekah tried to steer him away from the Bishop. She wanted to marry the man, not watch his execution for murdering a Roman.

"I don't stand for that either." He said, coldly.

"Let it go. I took care of it." She said and kissed him.

In his weakened state, he did not notice that she was steering him to his room until they were at his door. Rebekah stared at Tristan and her eyes clearly communicated, 'Either we go in now, or I'm leaving.' Tristan stared right back, and came to a decision. He would kill the Bishop later. She didn't need to know. He pulled her through the door. Rebekah set her satchel on the floor, swallowed the herb Sera had given her, and turned to Tristan, a slight smile on her face. He crossed the room and started undoing the laces on her dress. As Rebekah was already intimately acquainted with Tristan's tunic and trousers, they weren't difficult to remove. He kissed her as her dress hit the floor. They slowly made their way to the bed, as they explored each other's bodies. Tristan saw all the burns and slashes that her clothing had concealed until now, and kissed each one. Rebekah traced his scars, but found that she had many more scars scattered over her body.

"I win." She said softly, a triumphant smile on her face.

"No, that simply means that I'm a better warrior, and don't let people hack at me."

"You have armor! Have you ever seen what I fight in?"

"No..."

"Well, you're in for a treat tomorrow!" she said, and pulled him back down to her. They kissed, and Tristan felt an odd sensation. Peace.

Dagonet looked at Fulcinia. She was obviously debating internally with herself. She had been born and raised a Christian, and for women, spending the night with a man you were not married to was a sin. Not to mention, she hadn't exactly found joy in the bedroom previously. But Marius didn't care, Dagonet did. He was different. She gave him a small smile, and nodded. Dagonet returned the smile, and took her hand. He would be gentle.

Lancelot looked questioningly at the herb that Sera held in her hand. "What's that?"

Sera smiled. "Among other things, it prevents pregnancy." She said, as Lancelot went still. "We all take it before battle. It would not do to conceive and have the child killed with us."

She swallowed the herb, and looked to Lancelot, a question in her eyes. He smiled at her and led her to his room. He didn't intend to sleep much that night. Sera had never been more sure of anything in her entire life. She wanted him, and for some odd reason, he wanted her. Why shouldn't they? Lancelot kissed her, and her lips curved into a smile throughout. He made her happy. His obviously experienced fingers fumbled with her dress ties. He found his hands to be shaking. That had never happened to him before. He adjusted his lips, and they began to nibble their way down her chin and neck, sending shock waves through her body. No one had ever made her feel like that. Sera settled herself down on the bed, and didn't think anymore.

Gawain had never been so unsettled by a woman. She didn't seem to care that he wanted her in his bed that night. He usually had to charm women into his bed, but this one didn't need that. He liked hearing her talk about battle from the Woad's perspective. He was used to seeing things his way. They realized that they had fought in many of the same battles, and had actually fought each other at one point. Radha took him back to his room and showed him the slashed scars he had given her. Not to be outdone, he put his scars on display, and they eventually found their way to the bed. It would be an interesting evening.

Galahad didn't know how to ask Deirdre back to his room. He needn't have worried. Deirdre asked where it was, and dragged him along behind her. He pretended to protest, but she laughed. His sense of chivalry was rather adorable. Galahad eventually gave up, a happy expression on his face. He didn't mind it when she took charge.

All the little bastards were asleep, and Bors turned to Vanora. She was worried, he could tell. He didn't want her to worry anymore. He kissed her, trying to distract her from her thoughts. He might not be an eloquent speaker, but he understood what others around him felt. He would comfort her tonight, and would hope that they would meet again. He prayed that if he died, she would not grieve, and go marry some rich man to raise their children right. She deserved a good man, far better than him. It was one of the reasons he had never asked her to marry him. He couldn't help himself touching her, loving her, but he always hoped that she would come to her senses and marry someone who would do well by her. But, she had stayed, all these years. Vanora always thought that Bors didn't marry her because he thought her inferior. He would show her differently tonight.

Etain was straddling an exhausted Laim. She rolled onto her back, and placed her hand on her flat stomach. She had forgotten to take the herb that night.

Arthur woke suddenly, and found his bed to be empty of any other. The sheets were still warm. She hadn't been gone for long. He replayed last night in his mind. Guinevere was so sure of herself. He hadn't had to convince her of anything. She had made her decision, as he had made his. They would be fighting today, and he could only wish her luck. There were no guarantees.

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