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Note: To ALL our lovely reviewers. We love you all. And we still can't believe that ya'll like this story. To Cheetah Princess, K. wishes she was Kami too. Now that I think of it, I wouldn't mind either. Hm. To ElvenStar5, yes, happy dance your heart out. Tis a wonderous thing. To Lioness1, we weren't sure if they were brothers or not. So we just left it up to the imagination. And finally to Dazzler420, we added some more "romance" in this chapter. We hope you enjoy this chapter, even though it's short. And we're sorry if it's crap. R/R!!!!

---------Chapter Eleven---------

-----Marietta's POV-----

Kami and I went up to our rooms to clean up and put on dresses to, once again, celebrate our freedom. When I walked out to meet her in the hall, I saw that she was wearing a simple scarlet gown that, like the last one, emphasized her "assets". My gown was a pale yellow that had a scoop neck line and back. We went down to the party and met our fellow knights. Bors had Venora seated on his lap and she was telling him about how all the bastards were doing. Galahad was getting drunk and desperately trying to attract the attention of a blonde maiden by the bar. Gawain and Dagonet were teasing him about his failing attempts. Lancelot immediately found Kamilia and sat her on his lap while giving other men death glares as they attempted to woe her; I sat down next to Gawain and Galahad, across from Tristan.

"So, have you given any thought about becoming my beautiful Samaritan wife Marietta?" Gawain asked with a suggestive grin.
"Of course I gave it thought!" I replied laughing, "but you're not just the kind of Samaritan man I need."
"Well," he started, pulling me into his lap, "What kind of Samaritan man did you have in mind? Someone more like Tristan?" he said laughing.
"Actually-" I said, but I drifted off because Tristan stood up, came over, picked me up off Gawain's lap, and carried me back to where he had been sitting.

Then he placed me in his lap and wrapped his arms tightly around my waist. Galahad had stopped drinking and was staring, Gawain looked a bit taken aback and Kami looked as if she was going to burst out laughing any minute.
"Now that you mention it Gawain," said Tristan, "I'm exactly the kind of Samaritan man she needs."

The night wore on and everyone was fairly tipsy. Except for Tristan and I who were never really big on drinking as it was. In the middle of Kamilia's retelling of a freak hunting trip which involved a "killer" rabbit, we noticed Arthur running up the stairs in a furious haste.
"-With big, sharp, pointy teeth-" she was saying until she too realized that something was obviously wrong.
"What the hell?" Lancelot muttered and followed Arthur. Kami had and the rest of us all followed suit.

The Saxons had come. There was a huge encampment of them just beyond the Wall's gates. Arthur was determined to fight them. Kamilia and I just looked at one another, and without a word, knew we would both be beside him at dawn's battle.

Lancelot went after Arthur after he had left at a determined pace to, more or less, talk some reason into him. Kamilia left to return to her room, or his room. I'm not sure which one. I felt Tristan take my hand in his, and we silently left the scene and went to his room.

"I'm fighting with Arthur tomorrow," I told him when we had arrived. I was, again, sitting in his lap by the fire. He sighed.
"I expected you would," he said as he pulled me closer, so my chin was on top of his head. "And I'm fighting with you."

I sat up abruptly. He looked at me, reached up and cupped my face with his hands. The kiss lasted for quite a while and lingered on my lips as I started to kiss his neck. I turned my body so that I was straddling his waist. I started to unbutton his shirt as he pulled my dress up past my knee. A moan escaped my lips as he nibbled on my earlobe and his fingers felt at the back of my dress. I had now successfully taken off his shirt (those things take to damn long to unbutton) and had started running my hands over his built chest and torso. Before I could start undoing his pants, he lifted me up and carried me to the bed. The night progressed from there.

Note: We are going to try and start a new story. We can't guarentee that it'll move along very quickly because we're in school and completely and totally swamped with homework. But we'll try. NOT ONLY are we going to be writing a new story, but we want YOU (yes you, the reader/reviewer) to help US (the writers who are trying desperately to not write crap) decide what to write about. We also decided to use this poll because the damn plot bunny (aptly named by Mandalia, aka nightchild87) gave us some ideas.

So here they are. Tell us what you think on our review board! Be sure to mention if you want just one OC or if you like it with 2. Or even if you want us to have more than that. And please tell us if you want us to use other knights instead of Lancelot or Tristan. But if you like us using those 2 in our stories, we'll keep them, cause we think they're cool (and hot) and we like them living....makes us feel warm and fuzzy.

Ideas:

1. Alecto has older sister(s)

2. Venora has younger sister(s), cousin(s), that kind of thing.

3.Year or 2 after movie, knight(s) come across OC (s)...you know what happens.

4. Girl(s) live at the Wall...friends w/ knights...yadda yadda yadda.

5. We and maybe even our friends...fall into King Arthur land. This would probably be in the humor section..would include quotes from 1/2 a million movies and would be random and absolute crap. There would be romance to. But lots of sarcasm and randomness.

And those ladies and gents (do guys read these?) are the ideas. Tell us what you think. We love you and until next time. Ciao!