A/N - Thanks for the reviews and the story alerts. So two chapters this time, mainly because this first one was a little indulgence for an author crush on Tristan, hard to resist someone who loves so unconditionally! So thought I'd better add another one as well.

Disclaimer in Chapter 1

Chapter 20 Temptation

Here, she was warm, safe, loved. She wasn't sure where here was but, quite simply, where ever it was, it was perfect. Well it was, until Arthur's voice intruded, calling her name, telling her it was time to wake up. She tried to move away from the sound of his voice, "Go away Arthur, I'm dreaming," she muttered, snuggling down into her pillow, trying to get back to that perfect place that Arthur had so rudely pulled her from. Wait, why was her pillow shaking. She heard a familiar chuckle that seemed to be in time with her pillow's vibrations. She frowned, what was going on?

"Good morning Princess," her pillow said, close to her ear, causing her eyes to open wide as she pushed herself up, looking for the source of the voice.

"Tristan!" she said with a gasp, feeling the heat flare in her cheeks.

"When you two are dressed, how about joining me for breakfast, we have a lot to talk about," said Arthur from the doorway.

She couldn't take her eyes of Tristan, she could still feel his arm around her, he hadn't let her go. Her hand rested on his bare chest, her body pressed into his side. It wasn't like she could have moved away even if she had wanted to, his arm was holding her securely next to him on the bed as it was quite small. And well, really, who would want to move away. The only thing she wanted was for Arthur to leave them alone.

"Five minutes Tayla," Arthur said, seriously. At least it would have been if he had been able to keep the smile off his face and out of his voice.

She heard the door close. Still, her eyes were focused on Tristan, as her memories of the night before came back. The nightmare, the rage, the power and him. Him holding her, keeping her safe, keeping her sane whilst she did what she had to do. Holding her whilst she slept. Holding her now she was awake. She didn't want him to stop. She looked at his face, his lips. If only Arthur had spoken to him last night, the things she could do. As she felt her desire for him flood her body, she reluctantly pulled back. If she did something now, before he knew, he would be fighting against himself and his honour. She wouldn't do that to him, though she would demand that Arthur talk to him today or she would do it herself. She smiled at him as she sat up on the bed.

"Thank you," she whispered.

"You're welcome, my lady," Tristan replied, in a husky, sleepy voice, that she could easily get used to. She shook her head, must stop these thoughts, have to get up. So she, reluctantly, got off the bed and walked to the door, trying very hard not to turn around.

"My lady?" Tristan said. Internally she groaned, that voice, she really wasn't awake enough to have to deal with resisting, as she gave in and turned to look at him. After all, it would have been rude not to.

"Yes?" she said, her breath catching in her throat at the sight of him still in bed, the covers only up to his waist.

"Anytime," he said. She saw the heat and passion that had been in his eyes after their kiss yesterday and gripped the door to keep her from doing anything rash. Exquisite and wonderful it would have been too, but she couldn't, not yet.

"You really should be more careful with your offers Tristan, especially dressed as you are. A girl might find it hard to resist such temptation," she said, teasing him, hoping to lighten the situation.

He raised his eyebrows and smiled at her, a smile that would have taken her breath away, if she'd had any left to lose. She had a feeling that her teasing had backfired.

"Perhaps that is what I was hoping for," Tristan replied, his gaze locking with hers. His words and his tone, so unexpected. Her grip on the door tightened, could he possibly know? Had she said something last night? Arthur did say she talked in her sleep.

"Go my Lady, you don't want your brother coming to find us again," Tristan said as he started to get up. She hurriedly went out the door, closing it behind her.

She leaned her head back against the door, closed her eyes and wished, oh did she wish, that Arthur didn't want to talk to her and she could have stayed in her perfect little world, for just a bit longer.