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Chapter 64: A Moment for The Future
Lancelot closed the door and sighed wearily. Cerys giggled and pulled off her shoes, flopping onto the bed, wiggling her dusty toes, rubbing them back and forth on one another.
"Oh, the look on Arthur's face when you handed him the goat's lead. That was priceless! Such fun." She said merrily, running her fingers through the ends of her hair to untangle them. "And Gawain, he was laughing so hard!"
Cerys prattled on a few moments as Lancelot shed his leather overtunic and his boots. He scratched at his jaw, then his chest as he felt the linen tunic he was wearing relax around him. free of the leather overtunic, the air getting to his skin. He stretched noisily and smiled.
"Yes. It's been much too long since we have heard that braying noise." He said.
Cerys made a noise to agree and flopped onto her back, her arms above her. "I am glad he is feeling better."
Lancelot joined her on the bed, lounging on his elbow, his head cocked as he watched her. Her eyes were sparkling as she stared up at hte roof of their rooms, a small smile playing on her lips as she continued to wiggle her toes. She turned her head and regarded him.
"What?"
"Just looking at my extremely happy wife-to-be." he replied, brushing some of her hair back from her face. So soft. He knew he must smell of sour wine and goat, but he was enjoying being near her. She seemed not to notice his odour, so he was happy to lay for a moment or two, just with her.
"You mean you haven't left me for a goat?" She teased, playfully slapping his chest.
He moved close to her then, pulling her into his arms, and kissed her, growling as he did so. She wound her hands around his neck, fitting herself along his body. She could feel him respond to her, and she threaded her fingers into his hair. He groaned into her mouth, his hands finding her back and softly moving his fingers over the fabric. She was going to completely undo him.
And she could so easily, he realized. Just her touch and he was utterly devoid of thought but her.
"I love you Cerys." He murmured to her as their eyes met. She brought her hands to his face and he could see tears starting, but she was still smiling. Crying when he said something that should make her happy? He would never understand women.
But never would he want to be without his constant amazement of her. So he was content with the fact that he would still be discovering her years from now.
"I... lo… love you... so much." She whispered back through her tears, and then proceeded to kiss him, fervently, her hands going back to his hair and pulling a bit. He growled again, his manhood rising up, hard against him. He raised an eyebrow, pulling away from her just a bit and she moaned softly, spreading her hips a bit wider for him to settle between her legs.
She wasn't crying anymore.
As he was pulling up her skirts, a knock at the door came. Cerys looked at him pleadingly. Both of them were now breathing hard, aroused. Her legs were flung up around his hips and she wiggled suggestively. His trews were half undone, and...
"Vixen." He said quietly.
"Don't answer that, they may think we are back to sleep." She whispered, biting her lip. He grinned wickedly at her and trailed his lips down her neck.
The knocking got louder.
Lancelot groaned and raised himself off the bed slightly, Cerys lazily undoing the laces of his tunic. "What is it?" He said as gruffly as possible. Cerys giggled.
"Get off of Cerys and come to the door." a muffled voice said from the other side.
"Go away."
"I can go get Hywel to take the hinges off this door. So open up." The voice, now familiarly female, repeated, banging on the door punctuating it.
Lancelot grimaced and looked at Cerys. He eased himself away from her towards the door. He pulled his tunic back into place, did up the laces on the front of his trews, willing his happy member to be quiet. He opened the door a crack.
He was not amused that they were being interrupted, and his eyes snapped. He hoped that got the point across.
"What do you want?" He spat peevishly, one hand on the door, the other running through his hair. He shifted his legs. "This had better be important."
Before Lancelot could react, Lorina and Dory pushed their way into the room. Cerys jumped off the bed as they walked in. Lorina surveyed the room with a critical eye, one hand on her hip. Dory was setting some things down on the chair, and left again quickly.
"You have to leave now Lancelot." Lorina said.
Lancelot was smouldering. Cerys put a hand on his arm. He shook her off.
"Why in the name of all the Gods do I need to leave my own rooms?" He said, crossing his arms. Cerys tried not to laugh, but she couldn't help it. She let out a peal, and Lorina winked at her.
"Well sweetheart, if you don't you will be deluged by five other women as we build the marriage bed, and set up the room so that I can be dressed." She said.
"But..." He started.
"Would you like to hold pins for the ladies? Perhaps you can help hem the dress if you have nimble enough fingers. Or, you could perform the fertility chants with Lorina and Guinevere..."
With that, Lancelot gathered up his boots and gave her a resigned look. She patted his cheek.
"I'm sorry, I thought we would have more time." She whispered, her eyes sparkling. She trailed a hand in front of her, squeezing his crotch lightly as she bit her lip.
He let a small thin smile through his grimacing and leaned down to kiss her cheek.
"Evil woman." He hissed. Cerys winked and turned away from him.
He wanted so very much to stay right then, and fling Lorina out on her ear. But... Tonight he would have more time with her. This apparently was important woman-stuff before a wedding, and he wanted no part in it.
"Alright. I must go find Brinn so he can help me find all my bits of armour anyways."
As he was leaving, he saw Dory with another load of things in her arms, headed towards their rooms. It looked like she had some flowers... and a... corn husk? He shook his head. Some things he was just not meant to know. He was about seven strides away from the door when he stopped, realizing that his swords were still in the room.
"Lancelot!" Cerys exclaimed from the doorway.
He turned to her, watching a breeze catch some of her hair, her cheeks still flushed from their kissing and he felt his heart leap. Beautiful.
And holding his swords. She was also observant.
He strode back towards her and pulled her close to him, kissing her as hard and as passionately as possible, causing her to drop the swords at his feet and wrap her hands about his head. When he let her go, she swayed and blinked, her face now even more flushed, her lips parted and flush from their kissing. He felt the heat radiate off of her.
Good. Now she was as frustrated as he felt. He briefly wondered about a swim in the river to cool off.
"That will have to do until tonight." He said huskily, trailing a finger down her throat. She raised an eyebrow to him and slapped him again in the chest.
"Oh?" She said, her tone taking on a jesting nature. "And what, pray-tell, will I have to look forward to tonight? Are you bringing the goat home?"
He chuckled then, picked up his swords and stepped away from her. "Just you wait."
It was her turn to chuckle and as she turned back to go inside, she stopped.
"Lancelot?" She queried again over her shoulder.
"Yes, love."
"You need a bath."
Dear Reader:
This got written at the spa, and I had to put it in, but felt it needed its own chapter. So a short snippet, but a fun one. I hope that it was fun. I do so love making Lancelot frustrated. His temper and smouldering demand it.
I did get to watch King Arthur at the spa with all the ladies that were there. It was quite fun telling them about Arthurian legend and such. It was fun galloping along trails named after each of the knights as well, and taking meals in the Round Table Dining area.
The spa was very inspiring. I hope that each of you gets to do something for yourselves that is inspiring to your life. Whether it be taking an afternoon to sit in a secluded area and write, to take in a sports game, to spend time with those you love... remember to take time for you, because you are the most important person in your life. I need to remember that every so often, and this small trip was a perfect reminder.
"Me time" is important, especially for women.
Cardeia
