A/N: There's going to be some adult content towards the end of the chapter, not too much, but there's some. So if you're underage just skip to the other line. You've been warned.
Chapter 5
—One Week and a half later—
Adena was sitting near the water with her knees drawn up to her chest, Conner jumping in the water near by. The knight's, Vanora, and her older kids did not leave her alone for a second once she was able to get out of the healing room. With a sigh, Adena stretched out her legs before her, a hand quickly going to her lower stomach. She was healed but it still pained her when she moved a certain way. But she would mask her pain while working, not wanting to alarm Vanora or the knights. They had too much to worry about and didn't need to worry about her either.
"Should you not be resting?" A low voice said behind her.
Adena jumped, whimpering in pain as she turned to see Lancelot walking over to her letting the reins of his stallion go.
"I am fine, I don't need anymore rest."
"That is not how it looks." He said with a raised eyebrow.
Adena blushed, looking up at the sky to see the hawk once more.
"I always see that hawk and I wonder what he's looking for." Adena questioned out loud.
"Perhaps his master?" Lancelot replied.
"No, it can't have a master. The hawk seems too free."
Then there was a sharp whistle. Smirking, Lancelot and Adena looked towards the forest to see the sight of the hawk flying down to it. It landed on Tristan's lower arm, Adena smiling in amazement.
"I should have known the hawk was his." She told Lancelot.
"Her name is Irina, which means peace in our language." Lancelot explained to her.
"Beautiful," Adena breathed, smiling widely.
Although Tristan and the hawk were far off, she could still see the beauty of the animal.
"Come, I will take you back to your home." Lancelot said.
He stood and offered his hand to the woman. Adena shyly took his hand and let him help her stand up. Wiping the back of her dress, she follows the womanizer to his stallion. Lancelot held the reins, waiting patiently for the young woman. Adena easily pulled herself to the saddle, scooting forward as best as she could.
Lancelot also easily pulled himself to the saddle, taking the woman's waist. He brought her closer to him before sliding his arms around to grab the reins. Adena whistled for Conner, who quickly started running after the galloping stallion back to the fort, Adena blushing furiously.
"Actually, can you drop me off at the tavern?" She asked quietly, seeing as it was almost dark.
"Vanora will continue to try and make you go home." Lancelot said knowingly.
Adena only hummed, looking to the left. Her heart was beating quickly, not having been this close to the knight since the Woad's attacked.
"Why do you speak to me? I am still a stranger within these walls." Adena suddenly asked.
Lancelot stayed quiet, not really knowing himself. But the knight was saved from answering when they reached the knight's stables to see Arthur walking out of the gates, obviously waiting for him. Adena continued to blush as Arthur raised an eyebrow at them, clearing her throat.
Lancelot was the first to dismount, than grabbed hold of Adena's waist. He lifted her off his stallion and set her gently down, not letting her waist go. Adena smiled in thanks before nodding in greeting at Arthur, and quickly walking away. Lancelot guided his stallion inside the stables, Arthur and Conner following.
"The Bishop Germanius is coming tomorrow, and we must go receive him." Arthur informed his second in command.
Lancelot merely nodded, unsaddling his stallion. Smirking to himself, Arthur walked away.
"We leave at dawn." He said before disappearing.
—Tavern—
Adena sighed for the umpteenth time, not really listening to Vanora's lectures—again—of working that night. She looked over to her left to see Dagonet smiling and Bors laughing openly. Then number Eleven reached out his arms to her, Bors trying to gain the child's attention back to himself.
"Are you listening to me, Adena?" Vanora snapped annoyed.
Adena sighed, looking over to the older woman. "No," She said quietly.
She grabbed a few jugs and walked away, Vanora throwing her hands up in the air. She looked over to her laughing lover.
"Bors, do something!"
"Luv, she's obviously healed after working for a couple of days. Let the girl be and let her work."
Sighing annoyed, Vanora turned and went into the kitchen. Bors chuckled as Dagonet shook his head, smiling.
—Night—
The tavern was crowded that night and both Adena and Vanora were working as quickly as they can along with number's One through Five. The other children were home playing and staying out of trouble. But even then it was hard for the seven of them trying to get as many drinks and food out.
Soon it was mostly Adena handing out the orders as Bors took up Vanora's time. And since the men were getting rowdy and grabby, the daughter's of Vanora stayed in kitchen while the boys stayed at the bar. Then it became too difficult for Adena to handle it all on her own.
Adena set down a few jugs at a Roman table and turned to leave. However, the Roman closes to her on the left grabs hold of her arm and twisted it, bringing her down to his lap, kissing her. Adena pulls back and punches him before quickly standing. She had only taken two steps when she was pulled around and slapped hard to the ground. Adena whimpered in pain, holding a hand to her bruised cheek and glaring up at the Roman.
"Yous ztupid whorez!"
Adena hadn't felt this much fear since she arrived to this time. But as the Roman unsheathed his sword and looked down at her with embarrassing hatred, fear rose within her. The tavern was too rowdy and crowded and no one was really paying attention to them as they were as drunk as the next person. At least that's what both Adena and the Roman's at the table thought.
It was out of nowhere did Lancelot had come and had the Roman on his back on the table, a dagger at his throat. Adena quickly stood and moved over to Lancelot to stop him. The Roman's friend grabbed her but Adena quickly turned and punched the man before grabbing Lancelot's arm. She tried to pull him away, but the knight wouldn't budge. Not wanting any trouble for Lancelot, Adena did the only thing she can think. She placed a hand on the other side of his neck and leaned closely.
"Lancelot…Lancelot!" She hissed for his ears only.
Lancelot turned at the sound of her voice, having only heard her speak to Bors' children's of fairy tales when they went to sleep at her home; then for the first time when he had spooked her two years ago, then when he took her back to the fort just a few hours earlier.
"He's not even worth it." She told him softly.
Lancelot turned back at the Roman, glaring at him deadly, and grabbed hold of Adena's upper right arm. He began to drag the young woman out of the tavern, Adena pulling her arm in protest.
"The other knight's and two boys of Bors' children are closing up." Lancelot told her.
Adena looked back to see Dagonet, Galahad, and Number's Two and Four getting rid of the drunken men. She turned back around to see that Lancelot was taking her inside the fort and not her home. Adena made a noise, confused as to why the womanizer wasn't taking her home. However he didn't say a word or even acknowledge the woman making the sound.
Walking down a corridor with doors on either side, Lancelot entered one of the rooms—Adena immediately recognizing as the knight's room. Adena frowned in confusion as Lancelot quickly brought her inside, but gasped in surprise when he pushed her against the door. Adena was about to say something but was silenced by Lancelot kissing her. The woman was taken back but soon found herself kissing him back, closing her eyes.
Lancelot put his hands on her waist as she put her arms around his neck. The knight then moved his hands down and picked up her skirt before grabbing hold of her waist and picked her up from the ground. Adena wrapped her legs around his waist on instinct, moving her hands into his hair.
Lancelot then began to kiss her neck, pressing his body even closer to her. Adena tilted her head upwards, biting her lower lip in pleasure. Something she never experienced before in her life. Pleasure she wanted to continue to feel. Wanting—no, needing to feel skin, Adena started to roam her hands down his shoulders, then his chest. Knowing what she wanted, Lancelot wrapped his left arm around the woman's waist and took off his shirt with his right.
As soon as his shirt hit the ground, Lancelot was already taking her to the bed, claiming her lips once more. Laying her on the bed, Lancelot expertly unlaced the ties on the front and took off the dress. Adena blushed in embarrassment, not comfortable being naked in front of a man for the first time.
Sensing her shyness, Lancelot leaned forward and kissed her slowly. He moved his right arm beneath her shoulder, his hand holding the back of her head. He then let his left hand roam her body that was freshly scarred by the Woad's a week ago. Adena wrapped her legs around his waist, wanting Lancelot closer. She roamed her hands down his chest then around his back, feeling old scars he might have gotten as he trained as a child and older.
She tilted her head back as Lancelot took to attacking her neck once more. She accidentally scrapped her nails on his back and flinched, but Lancelot merely growled in pleasure into her neck, bringing her upper body closer to his. Adena made a noise that sounded between a sigh and a moan. The knight than unlaced his breeches and threw them to the ground. He positioned himself between her legs, looking down at the blushing woman.
Giving her a slight smile, Lancelot kissed her once more before leaving a trail of kisses to the side of her neck. He suddenly bit down on the spot between where her shoulder and neck met on the right as he fully thrust himself inside. Adena cried out, arching her back as the pain from both the one thrust and the bite slowly subsided.
Lancelot licked and sucked on the bite, keeping still so the woman can get used to the feeling. Looking down at the woman, he brushed the few tears that fell from her eyes and kissed her slowly and passionately.
Adena lay next to Lancelot, his arms circled around her waist. She couldn't believe what she has done and felt different kinds of emotions. But the two that were strongest was guilty and joy. Adena traced on of the scars on Lancelot's chest, shivering slightly from a cold wind. The knight reached down and pulled up the fur cover to her shoulders.
"I did not hurt you much, did I?" Lancelot whispered, caressing her waist.
Adena squirmed from his touch, shaking her head. "No, you didn't."
Lancelot stopped his movements and looked down at the woman. He caressed her waist once more, making her squirm to the left side, a smile forming on her lips that kept her from laughing. Chuckling, Lancelot looked up at the ceiling, holding the woman closer to him.
"We are to leave at dawn to retrieve the Bishop for our papers of discharge."
Adena nodded, knowing what was to come. But she didn't know what to do for she doubted the knight's would believe her.
"Well you come to say goodbye?" Lancelot asked quietly.
"Don't I always?" She asked teasingly.
Lancelot smiled to himself for he knew that she had always came to say goodbye to the men when they left for a mission, no matter how long it would have taken them.
"Sleep, I will wake you when it is time for us to leave."
Sighing in agreement, Adena snuggled down and closed her eyes. For the first time in years, Adena was truly happy and at peace. Lancelot felt the same way. Since the day he had started his training, he was never been happy. Sure, he was good friends with his brother-in-arms and had good times with them while living in this hell hole. But even then he wasn't really happy; not until he first laid eyes on Adena that rainy afternoon three years ago.
However, he felt something was coming; something bad and he hoped it won't take away his happiness. Not after so many years in hell. No, he would fight for it. Fight anyone for him to keep his happiness.
A/N: Sorry for the wait, I had some things to take care of! Please review and let me know what you think!
