Protective Tendencies

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Pairings: Gawain/Galahad, Arthur/Lancelot

Spoilers: None.

A/N: It seems like this mild case of depression that I'm sinking into has the muses in frenzy, helping me pull myself back out of it. I'm truly grateful. So, I'm sorry for spamming you guys, but here's another short little piece of fluff.

Warnings: Light SLASH

Protective Tendencies

Galahad dropped to his knees, eyes unfocused and a little dizzy. He was slow to notice the next blow, only managing to prevent his head being rather badly injured by rolling away at the last second; instead, the sword caught his left leg and he hissed in pain.

Gawain tensed, hands automatically going to his sword, reflexively starting to move towards the pair. A hand on his stopped him and brought him out of his protective rage.

"Easy, Gawain, they are only sparring. Tristan won't hurt Galahad too badly," Arthur chuckled, somewhat amused, causing Gawain to blush and relax his grip, although his stance was still such that he could be at Galahad's side in a second.

Arthur smiled affectionately at him. "Galahad's improved."

Gawain murmured something resembling an agreement, eyes still fixed on the younger knight, making sure that he was still coping.

The commander shook his head in exasperation. "Gawain, Galahad's not going to appreciate you coddling him. He's a grown – hey, watch it, Bors!"

Gawain turned his head to see what Bors had done to make Arthur shout like that – and found that he'd almost cleaved Lancelot in half, missing by scant inches.

Gawain grinned, as Lancelot glared at Arthur and turned back to sparring. His grin grew even wider when a red-faced commander turned back to find him watching.

"I'll take your word for it, then Arthur, when you say that Galahad wouldn't appreciate the coddling. I guess you have first hand experience," he retorted cheekily.

"Oh shut up," mumbled Arthur, shoving him playfully and turning away in the guise of surveying the rest of the training ground. Gawain could still see the red stains on his high cheekbones even as he called out advice to the other knights.

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