A/N: I hope everyone enjoys this! Starts right after the end of the last chapter. Thank you to everyone who reviewed the last chapter, I really appreciated it, by the way, the story has over a hundred reviews now:D

Shyare felt Lancelot's lips against her own. Her eyes opened wide with shock. Oh yes his kisses were absolutely breath taking, but she didn't expect anything less, he had experience to last him a life time. But they didn't compare to the Scout's.She had never felt this way before about a man. Now that she thought about it, she always felt different around Tristan, as if her stomach was fluttering. Maybe her anger towards him at first had masked this. She felt she could do the impossible when he was around. Shyare finally came to her senses as Lancelot attempted to deepen the kiss. She roughly shoved him away, almost growling.

"What?" he asked as if he had done nothing wrong, shrugging his shoulders in the process.

"I can't do this!" she said angrily, tempted to smack some sense into him. But then she saw his bruised face, she didn't have the heart to beat the crap out of him like he deserved.

"And why not?" he asked with a laugh, as if this were all a game, "Do you have a lover?" he added with sarcasm.

"What?" she asked incredulously, "I'm not even allowed to have relationships," Lancelot narrowed his eyes, "It's true," she added hastily, "Arthur has forbidden me!"

"It could always be a secret," Lancelot whispered, back to his seductive charm.

Shyare visibly shuddered, she could feel his breath on her neck. She couldn't do this, she had the scout. Shyare pulled to the side before his lips reached her own. He managed to hit his head on the stone wall. He rubbed the sore spot.

"Oh, I'm sorry!" Shyare said, honestly not thinking he would do that.

She sat him on the bed and looked at the top of his head, making sure the cuts didn't open. Lancelot couldn't help but smile, he would have her attached to him for at least a week. She looked down at him, he quickly turned the smile into a frown.

"You know...," he began in a very seductive voice, "You could always kiss my injury..."

Shyare rolled her eyes, back to being herself. She punched him in the arm and began pulling him out the room. He barely managed to shut the door as she quickened her pace.

"Ow!" he said loudly, "What was that for?"

"Being an idiot," she replied as if it were the most obvious reason, she flicked her dreadlocks over her shoulder.

"Where are we going?" Lancelot asked, now matching her stride.

"I have to check on the children," she said, turning towards the tavern.

Lancelot's eyes widened, he knew that where her children were, Bors's would be. He winced at the memory of being beaten with toy swords. This could only go badly.

A/N: So, how will their visit with the children go? Will Lancelot be further injured? You must wait to find out. I hope everyone enjoyed this. I didn't feel this was my best work, and I'm sorry it is short, but I promise the next chapter will be more entertaining. Please, review! No flames, I won't read them. The three C's (comments, concerns, and constructive criticism) welcomed. Thanks!