I'm back! After what? two months? I'm terribly sorry everyone! I've just been backed up with a LOT of work. But then when I got really fed up waiting for other stories to progress - i realized i was guilty of the same crime. FORGIVE ME! Here, have another chapter. My way of saying sorry and all that! (And hopefully I'll earn a few more reviews...)
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"That was…amazing…" Finn gasped, her heart still drumming against her ribs. Lancelot grinned as he fell back against the pelts. His eyes were closed as he tried to savor the retreating waves of ecstasy. He only opened them again when he felt her nibble on his chin.
"Leave me be woman, I'm tired…" he murmured. They'd just finished making love for the third time. After their leisure exploration, after he'd exploded and fallen away, she'd already been working away at building him back up. For her lack of inexperience, she made up for it by being unquenchable. He was left feeling sore, spent, and his muscles ached. But he was happy. Very happy indeed.
She climbed up until she was nose to nose with him and her hair tickled the sides of his face. He opened his eyes and relished the sight of her face; the sweat softly glistening on her forehead, her flushed cheeks, her plump and bruised bottom lip which creased in the middle. "Was I terrible?" she asked sweetly, as her breast brushed over his chest. The heat was darting back south, for the forth time, and he groaned. Her insatiable appetite for him was proving to be exhausting. Enjoyable, but exhausting. Wonderfully, sinfully, excitingly enjoyable…but exhausting.
"Awful." He ground out as she swayed above him and innocently kissed his throat. "Absolutely appalling. Worst ever." She smiled as he clutched her rear firmly in one place, to keep her from igniting his body again.
"That's odd. Because you were incredible…all that practice really paid off." She joked. As soon as the words had left her mouth, he tensed and she instantly regretted her attempt at a jest. They lay in silence, her chin resting on his collarbone.
"Not one of those girls compare to you." He said softly after the long pause. "No one does." She could have melted at his soft-spoken words, and she knew he was being truthful. The tone in his voice told everything, even more so than his words.
In his mind, he knew he'd had better lovers; he'd had women who knew the male body better than some men knew it themselves. But she was among one of the best he'd ever bedded, and this time the difference was that he would give his life for her. He loved her so dearly, sometimes when he thought of it, it made his chest compress as if a huge weight had settled upon it. It truly was a new feeling, one that inspired fear but also one that encompassed him in warmth and happiness.
And after so many battles, that was something you never wished to let go of.
"I feel the same about you." She said raising her head so that they were looking into each other's eyes.
"Then…perhaps, maybe…if you are not too set on staying here…" Finn smiled as his sentence dragged on, his eyes averted while he fumbled with his insecurities. "Perhaps you would accompany me back to the Wall and stay there…as my guest." She felt herself grin, and it spread over her face. She couldn't have held it back if she tried. Her finger trailed down his bare chest and she looked up at him for a moment. Finally her small porcelain-like hand came to rest on his large tanned and calloused one.
"Alright." She said softly. "Then perhaps I will." Through the darkness she saw the bright white of his teeth as he matched her smile with one of his own.
Without another word, she laid her head gently against his chest, and he drew the covers up a little higher over them. He toyed with a few of her wavy locks as they stared out at the starry sky, each of them filled with joy. Their dewy skin molded together and the light breeze cooled them as each recounted what had just happened. When he felt her even breathing against his chest and knew that she was asleep he continued to try and count the stars and mused about what had happened in little more than three months. To think that in that short time, they'd begun as friends, rapidly became amorous for each other, and now they lay in the wagon, after having made love – making love, not shagging – and she was to come home with him. His chest felt like it might explode.
She did not want him to go to Braig. It was dangerous. Far too dangerous. She knew he could defend himself, she'd seen him wield his sword with as much skill and charm as he possessed over women. But in the back of her mind she knew that one day he'd be felled by an awe or arrow he hadn't seen coming.
Her arms tightened over his chest, as thoughts of him lying in a muddy field, bloodied and dying with her name on his lips filled her head. Lancelot breathed deeply and she shut her eyes more tightly. She pushed the thoughts away, moisture gathering in the corner of her eyes. No, she would not think such things. Tonight she would sleep and dream of him in sweet delirium.
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When Lancelot woke early the next morning, his chest stung with morning cold. His dark eyes opened blearily as he groaned loudly, pushing his curls away from his face. He stretched languidly before sitting up. He reached for his trousers and his boots and quickly slipped them on before sliding to the edge of the wagon. He grabbed his shirt and hopped down, and began to make his way toward his wagon.
He got many the appreciative stare as he passed a horde of young women, one of whom was Lavinia, whose eyes did not even try to hide the way they raked up and down his body. He pressed on, pulling his shirt over his head.
He could hear Gawain laughing even before he could see the wagon. He had a bad feeling about this. He came closer and called inside.
"And what is the cause of your merriment so early on such a bloody cold day." He asked almost hesitantly. Gawain's face poked round the corner, a huge grin on his face. Shortly afterward Galahad hopped down from the wagon, a face to match Gawain's.
"And where exactly were you last night, dear Lancelot?" Gawain asked feigning genuine curiosity.
"The cows needed milking." Lancelot replied smartly.
"At midnight till dawn?" Gawain asked, grin still in place.
"They were nocturnal cows." Lancelot shrugged. Galahad snorted.
"Funny. I've never thought of Finn as a cow." He said. There was a moment of silence before laughter rang out, despite the glares Lancelot was delivering Galahad. Then he let out a sigh and a smile broke over his face.
"How did you know?" he asked as he stared at the knights from under a cloud of dark hair.
"Other than your idiot smile, it was quite hard to ignore the creaking of the wagon." Gawain chuckled. "When we investigated you'd made groves in the dirt so large we thought the whole wagon would sink and we'd never be able to move it again." That started the laughter again, although this time Lancelot chuckled as well.
"What, pray tell is so amusing?" the three of them turned to see Finn standing before them, a cheeky smile on her face. She was wearing a pale green dress, and had a bucket of water resting on her hip.
"Nothing my dear, just your lover boasting about how skilled you are in the sack." Gawain said slyly. Finn's eyebrows raised.
"Really? And here I thought he'd called me a nocturnal cow…" Lancelot bit his lip and smiled apologetically while Galahad and Gawain tried to suppress another outburst of laughter.
"Would you all be quiet?" Bors said groggily as he crawled to the edge of the wagon, looking as if he'd just risen from his sleep. "Some of us, while not engaged in fornication, did not get enough sleep." Finn blushed.
"Lancelot, a word if you please." Arthur said, and everyone turned with shocked looks on their faces. How did he always manage to just appear out of the air?
"Of course." He said quickly, relishing the fact that he could escape this most dangerous conversation. He followed their leader and as soon as he was out of sight, Gawain moved forward.
"Now remember love, if Lancelot can't satisfy you, I'm just down the hall… and I'm well endowed." Gawain said with raised eyebrows, as he slipped his arm around her. Finn nearly choked on the port she'd been sipping. Bors snorted and Galahad bristled.
"And what makes you think that she would turn to you, were she not fulfilled by Lancelot?" he asked as he puffed out his chest and pulled Finn away from Gawain and to his side. "The lady of course knows that it is I who was blessed with the most skill in the bedroom." Galahad said looking rather slyly. By now Finn's cheeks were so red; she looked like she could light tinder.
"Excuse me, gents," Bors cut in, having perked up at this new challenge. He batted his eyes at Finn, taking on what he must have thought to be a demure look, "but I think that the woman would want a real man, in which case-" Finn clipped him in the ear before he could continue.
"OW! Are you insane?!"
"And what of Vanora? Hmmm… perhaps I should inform her of your advances…"
"You know I was only joking!" They all howled with laughter as he stalked away, one hand massaging his pink ear. "Bloody hell, miles and miles away and that woman still chases off the ladies…"
There was a pause as the remaining three smirked at his retreating backside.
"Well now, Lady Finn, who will provide the pleasure? Gawain or myself?" Galahad asked as the two of them brushed her sides sensually. Finn was smiling nervously, inwardly wishing the earth would open up and swallow her up whole. But just as she opened her mouth to say something, Lancelot walked in casually. He glanced up and continued to make his way, but suddenly stopped and stared at the two men with their arms around Finn, whose flushed cheeks were now radiant with embarrassment.
"Hands off my woman!" He growled, and Gawain and Galahad backed off, trying to hold back their laughter. Finn meanwhile looked utterly mortified as Lancelot stalked toward the two others, forcing them to flee. When he turned to her and grabbed her around her waist, hoisting her up so that she had to wrap her legs around his hips, she yelped with surprise. "Having your way with other men, are you? You nasty flirt!" He was now fighting to keep from smiling and she lightly smacked him for making her think he was seriously upset.
"You didn't think you could keep me all to yourself?" she simpered, laying a kiss on his forehead as he carried her back toward the wagon. "You are a greedy boy…" He chuckled at that before leaning up and giving her a long kiss. He stumbled slightly, as she dragged her hands up and down his scalp, kissing him passionately while he tried to make it to the wagon without just falling down and making love to her in the grass. In front of the village no less. It wouldn't have been the first time a knight had… He finally swept the tarp of the wagon back and placed her on the edge, stopping their kissing for a moment so that he could unclasp her dress. But when she went to kiss him again, he'd suddenly stopped, as he stared toward their makeshift bed. Finn gave him a confused look before she followed his gaze, peered over her own shoulder and gasped.
There sat Alden the other end of the wagon. And he didn't look at all pleased.
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"That was…amazing…" Finn gasped, her heart still drumming against her ribs. Lancelot grinned as he fell back against the pelts. His eyes were closed as he tried to savor the retreating waves of ecstasy. He only opened them again when he felt her nibble on his chin.
"Leave me be woman, I'm tired…" he murmured. They'd just finished making love for the third time. After their leisure exploration, after he'd exploded and fallen away, she'd already been working away at building him back up. For her lack of inexperience, she made up for it by being unquenchable. He was left feeling sore, spent, and his muscles ached. But he was happy. Very happy indeed.
She climbed up until she was nose to nose with him and her hair tickled the sides of his face. He opened his eyes and relished the sight of her face; the sweat softly glistening on her forehead, her flushed cheeks, her plump and bruised bottom lip which creased in the middle. "Was I terrible?" she asked sweetly, as her breast brushed over his chest. The heat was darting back south, for the forth time, and he groaned. Her insatiable appetite for him was proving to be exhausting. Enjoyable, but exhausting. Wonderfully, sinfully, excitingly enjoyable…but exhausting.
"Awful." He ground out as she swayed above him and innocently kissed his throat. "Absolutely appalling. Worst ever." She smiled as he clutched her rear firmly in one place, to keep her from igniting his body again.
"That's odd. Because you were incredible…all that practice really paid off." She joked. As soon as the words had left her mouth, he tensed and she instantly regretted her attempt at a jest. They lay in silence, her chin resting on his collarbone.
"Not one of those girls compare to you." He said softly after the long pause. "No one does." She could have melted at his soft-spoken words, and she knew he was being truthful. The tone in his voice told everything, even more so than his words.
In his mind, he knew he'd had better lovers; he'd had women who knew the male body better than some men knew it themselves. But she was among one of the best he'd ever bedded, and this time the difference was that he would give his life for her. He loved her so dearly, sometimes when he thought of it, it made his chest compress as if a huge weight had settled upon it. It truly was a new feeling, one that inspired fear but also one that encompassed him in warmth and happiness.
And after so many battles, that was something you never wished to let go of.
"I feel the same about you." She said raising her head so that they were looking into each other's eyes.
"Then…perhaps, maybe…if you are not too set on staying here…" Finn smiled as his sentence dragged on, his eyes averted while he fumbled with his insecurities. "Perhaps you would accompany me back to the Wall and stay there…as my guest." She felt herself grin, and it spread over her face. She couldn't have held it back if she tried. Her finger trailed down his bare chest and she looked up at him for a moment. Finally her small porcelain-like hand came to rest on his large tanned and calloused one.
"Alright." She said softly. "Then perhaps I will." Through the darkness she saw the bright white of his teeth as he matched her smile with one of his own.
Without another word, she laid her head gently against his chest, and he drew the covers up a little higher over them. He toyed with a few of her wavy locks as they stared out at the starry sky, each of them filled with joy. Their dewy skin molded together and the light breeze cooled them as each recounted what had just happened. When he felt her even breathing against his chest and knew that she was asleep he continued to try and count the stars and mused about what had happened in little more than three months. To think that in that short time, they'd begun as friends, rapidly became amorous for each other, and now they lay in the wagon, after having made love – making love, not shagging – and she was to come home with him. His chest felt like it might explode.
She did not want him to go to Braig. It was dangerous. Far too dangerous. She knew he could defend himself, she'd seen him wield his sword with as much skill and charm as he possessed over women. But in the back of her mind she knew that one day he'd be felled by an awe or arrow he hadn't seen coming.
Her arms tightened over his chest, as thoughts of him lying in a muddy field, bloodied and dying with her name on his lips filled her head. Lancelot breathed deeply and she shut her eyes more tightly. She pushed the thoughts away, moisture gathering in the corner of her eyes. No, she would not think such things. Tonight she would sleep and dream of him in sweet delirium.
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When Lancelot woke early the next morning, his chest stung with morning cold. His dark eyes opened blearily as he groaned loudly, pushing his curls away from his face. He stretched languidly before sitting up. He reached for his trousers and his boots and quickly slipped them on before sliding to the edge of the wagon. He grabbed his shirt and hopped down, and began to make his way toward his wagon.
He got many the appreciative stare as he passed a horde of young women, one of whom was Lavinia, whose eyes did not even try to hide the way they raked up and down his body. He pressed on, pulling his shirt over his head.
He could hear Gawain laughing even before he could see the wagon. He had a bad feeling about this. He came closer and called inside.
"And what is the cause of your merriment so early on such a bloody cold day." He asked almost hesitantly. Gawain's face poked round the corner, a huge grin on his face. Shortly afterward Galahad hopped down from the wagon, a face to match Gawain's.
"And where exactly were you last night, dear Lancelot?" Gawain asked feigning genuine curiosity.
"The cows needed milking." Lancelot replied smartly.
"At midnight till dawn?" Gawain asked, grin still in place.
"They were nocturnal cows." Lancelot shrugged. Galahad snorted.
"Funny. I've never thought of Finn as a cow." He said. There was a moment of silence before laughter rang out, despite the glares Lancelot was delivering Galahad. Then he let out a sigh and a smile broke over his face.
"How did you know?" he asked as he stared at the knights from under a cloud of dark hair.
"Other than your idiot smile, it was quite hard to ignore the creaking of the wagon." Gawain chuckled. "When we investigated you'd made groves in the dirt so large we thought the whole wagon would sink and we'd never be able to move it again." That started the laughter again, although this time Lancelot chuckled as well.
"What, pray tell is so amusing?" the three of them turned to see Finn standing before them, a cheeky smile on her face. She was wearing a pale green dress, and had a bucket of water resting on her hip.
"Nothing my dear, just your lover boasting about how skilled you are in the sack." Gawain said slyly. Finn's eyebrows raised.
"Really? And here I thought he'd called me a nocturnal cow…" Lancelot bit his lip and smiled apologetically while Galahad and Gawain tried to suppress another outburst of laughter.
"Would you all be quiet?" Bors said groggily as he crawled to the edge of the wagon, looking as if he'd just risen from his sleep. "Some of us, while not engaged in fornication, did not get enough sleep." Finn blushed.
"Lancelot, a word if you please." Arthur said, and everyone turned with shocked looks on their faces. How did he always manage to just appear out of the air?
"Of course." He said quickly, relishing the fact that he could escape this most dangerous conversation. He followed their leader and as soon as he was out of sight, Gawain moved forward.
"Now remember love, if Lancelot can't satisfy you, I'm just down the hall… and I'm well endowed." Gawain said with raised eyebrows, as he slipped his arm around her. Finn nearly choked on the port she'd been sipping. Bors snorted and Galahad bristled.
"And what makes you think that she would turn to you, were she not fulfilled by Lancelot?" he asked as he puffed out his chest and pulled Finn away from Gawain and to his side. "The lady of course knows that it is I who was blessed with the most skill in the bedroom." Galahad said looking rather slyly. By now Finn's cheeks were so red; she looked like she could light tinder.
"Excuse me, gents," Bors cut in, having perked up at this new challenge. He batted his eyes at Finn, taking on what he must have thought to be a demure look, "but I think that the woman would want a real man, in which case-" Finn clipped him in the ear before he could continue.
"OW! Are you insane?!"
"And what of Vanora? Hmmm… perhaps I should inform her of your advances…"
"You know I was only joking!" They all howled with laughter as he stalked away, one hand massaging his pink ear. "Bloody hell, miles and miles away and that woman still chases off the ladies…"
There was a pause as the remaining three smirked at his retreating backside.
"Well now, Lady Finn, who will provide the pleasure? Gawain or myself?" Galahad asked as the two of them brushed her sides sensually. Finn was smiling nervously, inwardly wishing the earth would open up and swallow her up whole. But just as she opened her mouth to say something, Lancelot walked in casually. He glanced up and continued to make his way, but suddenly stopped and stared at the two men with their arms around Finn, whose flushed cheeks were now radiant with embarrassment.
"Hands off my woman!" He growled, and Gawain and Galahad backed off, trying to hold back their laughter. Finn meanwhile looked utterly mortified as Lancelot stalked toward the two others, forcing them to flee. When he turned to her and grabbed her around her waist, hoisting her up so that she had to wrap her legs around his hips, she yelped with surprise. "Having your way with other men, are you? You nasty flirt!" He was now fighting to keep from smiling and she lightly smacked him for making her think he was seriously upset.
"You didn't think you could keep me all to yourself?" she simpered, laying a kiss on his forehead as he carried her back toward the wagon. "You are a greedy boy…" He chuckled at that before leaning up and giving her a long kiss. He stumbled slightly, as she dragged her hands up and down his scalp, kissing him passionately while he tried to make it to the wagon without just falling down and making love to her in the grass. In front of the village no less. It wouldn't have been the first time a knight had… He finally swept the tarp of the wagon back and placed her on the edge, stopping their kissing for a moment so that he could unclasp her dress. But when she went to kiss him again, he'd suddenly stopped, as he stared toward their makeshift bed. Finn gave him a confused look before she followed his gaze, peered over her own shoulder and gasped.
There sat Alden the other end of the wagon. And he didn't look at all pleased.