WARNING!

This chapter contains sexual themes and situations. This story is rated M, which means that anyone 16+ (mature teen and adult) can read this with no worries. Please do not read further if you do not wish to read content concerning consentual sexual relations.

I have attempted to be as soft as possible in my language and have tried not to be explicit.

I apologize in advance if I offend anyone.


Disclaimer:
I do not own any of the character names, save my own original creations. I do not wish to be compensated for this work, nor do I wish to infringe on any copyrights held by any stakeholders of the movie King Arthur. This work is an original creation, based on the legend of King Arthur and his knights.
Scribe Notes:

Sokorra Lewis: It's pronounced "Care-Us" Its a play on Welsh names, and I thought it fit since she sort of does care for everyone. I started out pronouncing it "Saer-is" before I understood some of the Welsh pronounciation key, but either or works. Whichever flows better for you is fine by me!

Thanks for your review and I am glad you liked the chapter. This one was so hard to write too, and when I was done I went and ate chocolate and had a glass of wine. Then a cold shower. (grin)

Enjoy!

Ailis-70: I was working on my dear reader notes when your review came in. I LOVE Swedish Fish!Kind of like Swedish Berries, which my dad loves. Red, sweet and perfect for sticking to dental work. Yum!

I am glad you enjoyed the chapter. Yes, Ioan's eyes are what give me goosebumps. And his hands. For some reason his hands are so entrancing to me I have pictures of him holding coffee cups, and its SEXY. Gah...

Here is the next chapter, I really hope you enjoy it.


Chapter 37: Giving and Receiving

Lancelot looked into her eyes as she said it. He felt himself bursting with it. His heart was thumping. Gods! Could it be possible?

He softly ran a hand down her side, her hips, her leg. He was dreaming. She was here, in his arms and had told him she loved him. He was not sure if he would wake soon and have it all gone. Right now though, he was happy to just look to her and revel in the idea that she loved him.

Her smile, her kind eyes, the flush to her cheek. Her tinkling laughter, her confident walk, her graceful delicate frame. All his. In that moment, he knew he had loved her this whole time, he had just not seen it. The cage around his heart, so closely locked and guarded for so many years, crumbled.

"Say it again." he murmured, kissing her temple, then rising on his elbow to watch her, the moonlight pouring in through the window to light her face.

"I love you." She repeated, her hand coming up to play with a curl, spinning it in her fingers.

He groaned as she ran fingers up through his hair. The wanting he had felt the night on the wall came back with a roar. He needed her. He wanted her. Every bit of his body was screaming for her.

But she had never been with another man, of that he was certain. He wanted her this night, and he needed to know.

"Cerys?"

"Mmm hmm?" She answered lazily, her fingers now tracing down his neck to play with the lac­es on his tunic. Her other hand was still playing with his hair. It was driving him mad, and he could feel himself responding to her touch. He wanted her so badly it hurt.

"You haven't... I mean... You've never... Would you..." he stumbled. How to ask such a ques­tion! He was hoping not to scare her away. He didn't want to break this closeness with her. He felt like a complete dolt, unsure of what to say, suddenly bashful to talk about that with her.

She stilled her hands and looked at him. Her eyes changed, they held something more as she realized what he was asking. He waited for her to say something.

"I want to be with you." She said finally, shifting to be closer to him, pressing her hips to his and snaking a hand around his neck, her face to him. She kissed him, opening his lips with her tongue.

A shock went through him as he realized she had just told him that she was willing to give her­self to him. He kissed her back harder, rising himself over her. She moved her legs apart and he cradled his hips in hers. He put a hand to either side of her head and broke the kiss. Both of them now breathing hard. A thought went into his head as he attempted to think clearly on the situa­tion.

"What about Brinn?" He rasped, looking up to the door and then around to where he knew the boy's bed would be.

She shook her head. "Bors invited him to stay with Gillie for the night in the stable lofts. Gillie has never slept there and thought it might be fun. Bors offered to watch over them to make sure they get into no trouble."

"Oh."

He would get Bors for that. Assuming arse.

She giggled softly and undid the laces of his leather tunic. His hands stopped her. He slowly rose from the bed. He was not going to rush this. He had always rushed before when in bed with a woman, but this time he wanted to savour each moment with her. He wanted to make it special.

He wanted to make love to her.

He suddenly realized that he had never made love to a woman before.

He strode over to the door and locked it, then returned to the bed where she was now sitting up. Her hair tumbled about her head, her lips flush and swollen from their kissing. He desired her more then than he ever had since realizing he loved her.

He slowly took off his tunic, making sure the pins in their inner pocket were safe. he pried off his boots and rejoined her on the bed, sitting down with one hand out to look at her. She stared back.

He lifted a foot, and took off her soft leather boot, then moving to the other, doing the same. She laughed softly and grabbed his linen undertunic and pulled him to her. They kissed more, his body coming to rest against her again. He ran his lips down her neck and pulled at the collar of her dress with his teeth, growling slightly.

She sat up and crossed her arms over her chest, grasping the edge of her skirts. She raised it up and off over her head with a swift motion, throwing it well away from the bed. Her underdress was light, and he could see her fully underneath it. He made a small appreciative sound, his manhood responding to her body.

She grabbed at his tunic again, pulling, and he raised his own arms as she lifted it off his body. She kissed his chest, running her hands over it, exploring him. He closed his eyes and put his head back, letting her hands run over his sides, over his chest, up on his shoulders. He could feel her kiss his scars, then rest her lips on the crescent moon scar above his heart. He shuddered and stopped her hands.

"My knight." She breathed.

He pulled at her underdress and it too found its way to the floor. Again he found himself raised over her, drinking in her body.

"Gods, so bloody beautiful." He whispered, his crooked grin playing across his lips. She closed her eyes as he traced a finger down her chest, across her nipples, down her stomach.

She moaned then, stretching under his touch. He could feel himself wanting to burst out of his leather trews, and he willed control. Slowly, he lowered his head and kissed her stomach, trail­ing his lips up and across to grasp a nipple between his teeth. She gasped, her hands coming to his head. He growled.

He teased her a few moments before running his lips back down the length of her body. She parted her legs, and he slipped his hand down between them. So warm, so inviting. He gulped air.

It was going to be hard to hold back.

She gasped as he ran his fingers over her, her eyes flying open to look at him. He smiled then, knowing exactly what he was doing to her. She moaned and pressed herself into his hand. He dipped his head and licked her breast again, as his fingers found her and entered her. Her head went back to the bed; her hands went out to either side, grasping at the furs. She gasped again, crying out.

"Gods!" She breathed.

He smiled into her breast wickedly and grabbed at her nipple with his lips.

"My love, you approve?" He teased as she shook.

She made a small noise and moved a hand up to his hair. She grabbed a fistful and pulled him to her. Her lips found his and she devoured him. He put his other hand out to steady himself as she pressed herself to him.

"Please... I can bear it no more." She gasped. "I need you."

He took a deep breath; those words from her said so much. He steadied himself.

"I don't want to hurt you Cerys." He said, making her look at him. He knew there should be some pain with the first time, and he did not want to cause any of it.

"Please, Lancelot. I want to be with you." She whispered again.

He smiled wickedly again, and moved himself down on the bed so that he was cradling her hips in his hands. He lowered his head between her legs and slowly kissed her, his tongue exploring her. She cried out, her hands again finding his hair and pulling. She began to tremble and let out another cry as she arched her hips to his tongue. He gripped her with his fingers, savouring the wave she was riding. Her cries continued, and he felt himself almost bursting with their sound.

He knew he had achieved what he wanted and he rose, pulling his trews off with his hands, then wiping his mouth as he crawled back up to her.

Her breath was ragged, her chest heaving, her face flushed. So beautiful, he thought.

He placed a hand on either side of her face and levered himself up. He loved her so much, and he was still not quite sure if he was dreaming. He took a shuddering breath, trying to calm his racing pulse. He looked down to her, her eyes glittering with desire. Desire for him.

"Are you ready?" He said, stroking her face with his fingers.

She nodded, her own hands coming up to his face. He raised his hips up between her and slowly entered her. He stopped, and watched her face. Her eyes never left him.

"Oh." She breathed, and blinked slowly.

He closed his eyes for a moment, grimacing as he tried to control himself. It had never felt like this before, and it was incredible. He regained himself and began to slowly move inside her.

Their eyes met again.

"Gods, I love you." He breathed.

"I love you." She said, her hands roving to his shoulders, up over his back, down his arms. She moved her hips with him, rising to meet him.

It was too much. He growled as he felt himself close to exploding. She gasped as he moved his hips, feeling her insides clench at him, slowly pulsing around him. She was going to kill him like this, he thought as he groaned and put his head to the bed beside her shoulder. Her arms came around him and held him, her lips to his shoulder, her noises soft against them, their skin touching.

He could bear it no more. He increased his urgency, his own growls and moans mingling with hers. He held her tightly as he felt himself losing control. He shook with the effort, his muscles rippling.

"Cerys!" He cried as he felt himself giving in to it, exploding and sending his seed deep into her. She held him close, her lips pressed to his shoulder. "Cerys..." he croaked.

He had completely lost control. He could not catch his breath, and despite the chill in the air, he was slicked with sweat. He rose up slightly, a hand coming to brush hair from her face. Her eyes were so full of emotion, he kissed her.

"Are you alright?" He asked finally, when his breath had caught enough to speak.

She nodded, blinking languidly. "Yes."

"No pain?" He asked, a tired smile on his lips. He kissed her forehead.

"No pain." She smiled then, nuzzling him.

He rose and laid himself to her side, gathering her in close. He found a fur and covered them. he kissed the top of her head, her temples, her cheek, her lips. She laughed and kissed him back.

They lay, eyes to one another, silent for some time. He could not believe she had just given her­self to him. Him! She loved him! He kissed the tip of her nose, ran a finger down it, across her lips. She kissed his fingers.

He wrapped his arms about her, and she put her head to his chest. He lay there, listening to her slowly fall asleep, her breath soft on his skin. He closed his eyes and smiled up into the dark.


Dear Reader:

The first time you make love to someone you care about, it is a journey of discovery and a completely mind blowing experience. The sex itself may be so-so, but the emotions behind it are what mean more than anything else put together.

I tried to capture that, as well as give a glimpse into how deeply he cares for her by how he treats her when they make love. He has been a Ladie's man his whole life, only taking in bed. only spending time on his own release, his own enjoyment. For the first time in his life, I think he truly cared about what he gave back, with this ultimate connection. He told her how he felt with his actions.

He finally figured out that by her giving him her virginity, he received something so wonderful and it humbled him.I could compare this to Tristan giving her the dance, this is a completely different situation, similar idea.

I hope I conveyed that, and I eagerly await your responses. I hope I did not offend anyone with the sexual nature of this chapter. If I did, I apologize.

Thank you for all your enthusiam with this story, I am continually amazed at what I bring out in other people.

Cardeia