A/N: So I was a bit concerned about detailing Mordred and Aislinn's personal lives. I've never written an intimate scene before so here you go. And I am so sorry about my lack of updating, I have exams coming up and so many tests it isn't funny. I'm sorry, I love you all!

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Chapter fifteen.

She never thought it possible of them. Both naked, her legs wrapped around his waist, both of them fighting for dominance over the other. It wasn't an easy fight, one part of her wanted to dominate him, to show him who's boss. The other part, however wanted to be dominated – she wanted to give into her underlying feminine need of lust and greed. That part that craved a man's touch, his touch, the part that craved his sweaty body caressing hers it was hard getting the upper hand on Mordred. He was stronger than her and he had the advantage over her especially in the position he had her in, she was pinned down under him his lips dancing over her skin and his hips sliding against her own.

His scent was something all together it was something she couldn't pick up, a subtle hint of pine, what she is pretty sure is grass and ale, it began her thinking of where he had been to pick up that complexity – well she knew where he got the ale from. His aroma was making her as lightheaded as his touch was making her, Aislinn wondered if she was still cold she couldn't be, she didn't feel it she felt as if she got any hotter her organs would melt.
"Mordred" she breathes pulling his hair as he kisses back up her body stopping at his neck "yeah?" he mutters sucking at a spot on her neck her back arching a little. She doesn't know why she called his name, maybe it was the bliss running through her body or the things he was doing to her. Aislinn wanted to be selfish, she wanted to tell him exactly what she wanted and she wanted to tell him that she wanted him, that she wanted all of him. Aislinn wraps her arms around his neck and pushes him backwards until she is straddling him "I love you" she whispers running her hand over his neck, caressing his shoulders.

Aislinn doesn't know whether she should have said that now or whether or not she could have timed it better but it was all she could think of saying. Mordred pulls away allowing her to admire his collar bones she can tell by his hesitation that she definitely could have timed it better. "I know" he replies tilting her chin up so she is looking at him "every time I think you can't get any more beautiful you prove me wrong" he says kissing her lightly trying to steady his breathing. Her heart stops taking in what he's just told her "what we're doing is wrong" she whispers clasping his neck with her hand.

"Who decides what's right and wrong?" he asks laying her gently on her back moving his lips down to her breasts. Aislinn goes to say something but pauses not knowing the right answer "god" she says feeling his fingers caress her nipples. "Do you really believe that?" he asks tugging on her nipples which he now has between his fingers, despite her enjoying his touch her mind is focused on his questions.

Did she believe in god?
Who decided what was right and wrong in the world?

"What other choice do we have?" she whispers stifling a gasp as he moves his mouth to her breast and bites down. Under his lips her body jolts, he wants to distract her from her thoughts; he flicks her nipple with his tongue, his other hand playing with her other breast. Mordred makes no attempt to answer her, he continues to play with her, he is enjoying it way too much to care about whether this was right or wrong. She seems to get the fact he doesn't want to talk about it but she doesn't care, he bites down on her nipple against and she jolts "Mordred" she breaths pressing her nose against his head.
When she said his name he felt some sort of accomplishment but he wants her to say it again, he voice plays over again in his head, her gasp and the spasms of her body. Mordred moves his mouth down from her breast and kisses down her stomach knowing that her stomach is sensitive and to be a bastard he bites her. Aislinn gasps her nails digging into his arm before she runs her hand down his back. "You didn't answer my question" she mumbles pulling his attention back to the question she posed a few minutes before. He stops looking up at her for a moment "how about you deciding what is right for you?" he asks kissing her stomach again.

"Makes sense" she mumbles resisting the urge to tell him to hurry up and have her, the amount of time he was taking was irritating her. Mordred moves back up to her neck and plants a kiss on one of the freckles "so what is right for you?" he asks nipping her neck and Aislinn swallows. "This" she whispers "this is right" she bites his ear "I want you, even if it's wrong. Even if this whole damn thing we've got going on is wrong and terrible" she pauses returning the favour at his neck "I want you, that's all I want."

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Light streams in through the crack in the curtain's disrupting the darkness the engulfed the room, travelling across the floor and onto the bed disrupting his dream. Mordred's eyelids twitch disturbed by the light intruding where it shouldn't be, he opens his eyes losing the battle between sleep and the morning. For a few seconds he doesn't know where he is but when he sees Aislinn's head buried in his chest he remembers where he is and why he is there. He glances around observing the sheets that they are both tangled in which contain wet patches and small spots of blood.
He's tempted to wake her but decided against the action fearing that she will freak out on him and disrupt the peace. His gaze wonders to his arms with red marks trailing down over his muscles stopping at various lengths "nail marks" he thinks smirking to himself but what makes it even better is that they are hers. Despite his love for her deep down inside him there is a sense of regret, no matter how much he wanted her he had no right to take her innocence. That privilege was meant for her husband and not him. But now that he the thought had crossed his mind he can't bear the thought of another man having her – a man that wasn't him.

Mordred lifts her off him, gently placing her head on the pillow attempting not to wake her. He needed to head back up to the palace to get ready for the second round of the tournament, he didn't want to leave but he had to ,if he had a say he would stay in bed with her all day. He knew that it wasn't much to leave a note on her bedside table, especially after the nights events but he doesn't want to wake her mainly because she looks so peaceful but also because he doesn't know what to say to her.

What would he say to her when they did see each other again?
What would happen? He had crossed that boundary between being her best friend and being her lover, actually he had crossed that boundary awhile ago but this was on a whole different level. But right now he didn't feel like facing that.

To say she had been a bit devastated when she woke up and Mordred not being there was an understatement. The only evidence of Mordred every being there was the confirmation on her body and the small note he had left on her bedside table. She had sat there for awhile, longer than she should have wondering about what their next move was. Aislinn knew she couldn't go back and going forward could make thinks more awkward than what their next meeting would be, she didn't regret it, not in the slightest but something inside her wished it had been under better circumstances.

All this is circling around in her mind, consuming her, worrying her so much that she doesn't acknowledge Guinevere wishing her a good morning. "Aislinn" Guinevere says clicking her fingers in front of her face causing Aislinn to jump slightly "huh, oh what?" she says her mind still wandering somewhere else. "Someone is somewhere else" Arthur teases smiling at her as he sits down, Aislinn gives a small smile repositioning a strand of hair to cover her neck. The queen rolls her eyes at her husband "I said good morning" she repeats and smiles at her servant "good morning m'lady" Aislinn says giving her the same small smile she gave Arthur only moments ago.

Time seems to go faster than it normally does and within what seems like seconds Arthur and Merlin have disappeared leaving Guinevere and Aislinn alone. "Aislinn take a seat" Guinevere instructs motioning to the chair where Arthur sat not too long ago "are you sure?" she asks glancing at the seat. Gwen nods "I wouldn't have asked if I didn't want you to" she says placidly and Aislinn complies with Guinevere's request, she isn't even seated properly and Guinevere is asking her a question. "What's wrong, Aislinn?" She asks leaning forward "something is wrong" she says. Aislinn swallows, a little uncomfortable with the Queen's prodding into her personal life, a place where she wasn't meant to tread.
How could she tell her what happened? It was improper conduct, Aislinn was a servant and Mordred was a knight. Things like that weren't meant to happen, plain and simple. "I am just tired" Aislinn says avoiding Gwen's gaze but the queen must know she is lying because she scoffs "that doesn't look like I am just tired" Guinevere says pointing to the bruises on her neck. Aislinn's hand flies to her neck covering the bruise that must be visible, her cheeks flushing a bright red "I-I" she stutters failing to form words.

"It's okay" Guinevere laughs "I was only asking as a friend not at the queen" Aislinn smiles at her calming down a little. "So what was it like?" Guinevere asks combing her hand through her hair resting her hand against her cheek, Aislinn doesn't answer for a few seconds trying to find a word to sum it up. "Satisfying" she says after awhile "but I never really thought about it, it just happened" she pauses "I mean doing something like that" she bites her lip but her happiness fades and she burries her face in her hands. "Mordred probably hates me" she mumbles, annoyed with herself "I wouldn't blame him, not in the slightest."

For the first half of the day all he can think about is her, she is consuming his every thought but he can't go see her because she probably didn't want to see him. For some reason he doesn't know why he is thinking she would feel like that he can still feel the pressure of her nails digging into his back and it's driving him insane. His mind everywhere else but on where it is meant to be, observing his next opponent whom happens to be none other than Sir Esras of the Western Isles.

"You're Sir Mordred, aren't you?" someone asks pulling him from his thoughts.
"Yeah" Mordred says his eyes falling on SirEsras who suddenly appeared in front of him "not much of a competition I see" Esras say critically and Mordred frowns at him. "Did you come here to create a conversation or did you come here to throw around insults?" Mordred asks not fazed by his clear intentions "I am curious, Mordred" Esras says. Mordred brushes a lash from under his eye "about what?" he asks silently wishing he would leave him alone and return only for their fight in the tournament.

"About how you can get a woman like Aislinn" he says Mordred purses his lips angry at the fact that Esras would speak of her almost like a trophy. "You speak of Aislinn like a prize to be won" Mordred says straightening up, Esras smirks "that isn't my intention" he says his smirk fading. "Then what is?" Mordred asks taking a step toward him Esras smirks "I'm a hunter, I hunt things, things that I want" he says resting his hand on his sword. Anger spew's up in him and it's only the knights code he sword to uphold keeping him from snapping his neck, how could a man sit there and talk of a woman as if she was a piece of meat but more importantly how could he talk about Aislinn like that.

He grits his teeth "you ever speak of her like that again and you'll regret it, I don't care who you are" he threatens Esras again smirks and to Mordred it's all he can seem to do. He wants to kills him, how dare he talk about her like that and how dare he come say that to him but clearly all the knight intended to do was rile him up and what better way to do it than insult Aislinn? "What did he want?" Elyan asks coming up beside him Mordred exhales still glaring at him as he strolls off "he...ugh" Mordred groans running his hand over his face "would anybody care if he went missing?" he asks.

Elyan smirks "I highly doubt it, I was talking to another knight that serves with him, SirDonovan" Elyan begins "Donovan says he is insufferable and extremely stuck up" Mordred scoffs "I think I found that out for myself." Elyan chuckles crossing his arms "he also seems to have a talent for getting under your skin" he comments looking over Mordred's expression which has returned to normal but he is still tense. "That obvious?" he asks leaning back against the pole Elyan scoffs and places his arm around Mordred shoulder "don't worry mate, he will get what's coming to him after all you're fighting him next."

"Aislinn, pst Aislinn" Gwaine calls from the side of the stands where he is lounging around with Percival Aislinn glances over at him but doesn't acknowledge him so he is forced to use other means of getting her to come over to him. "OiLin!"Gwaine calls making ready to run just in case she comes after him "What do you want?" she asks shouting over the people who are consumed in their own conversations. "Come here" Gwaine a request waving her over, reluctantly Aislinn squeezes her way through the crowd over to the two knights. "This better be good" she hisses leaning against the wood in front of the men "oh it is" Gwaine says flicking his hair out of his face.

"How would you like the chance to earn fifteen gold coins?" Percival asks holding up a small brown pouch "that isn't much" Aislinn remarks screwing her nose up a little "here mate, let me do it" Gwaine says placing a hand on Percival's chest. "Would you be interested in making a little investment?" he asks smiling at her "no, not particularly" she says unamused "tough crowd" Gwaine mumbles and Percival laughs. "I know what you're doing Gwaine" she laughs "I don't like gambling" Percival grabs Gwaine's shoulder and pulls him back so he can step forward "come on Aislinn the odds are good" he says.
Aislinn raises her eyebrow "what are the odds?" she asks leaning on her hand "5 to 2" Gwaine says "Mordred wins over Esras, interested?" Aislinn glances up as the crowd begins to cheer and catches Mordred's eye as both him and Esras walk onto the pitch. She observes Mordred for a moment her eyes wandering down to his waist where he still has the purple piece of cloth attached to his belt "alright" she says diving into her pocket "sign me up." Gwaine and Percival smile at her "your contribution is noted and appreciated m'lady" Gwaine giggles and takes the coins she has presented to him.

He begins to walk off trailed by Percival "Gwaine" Aislinn calls and he spins around on his heal "if you cheat me you better watch it" she threatens and he bows a little "I would never cheat you, I'd have to start sleeping with one eye open" he jokes.

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The look she gave him as he walked into the arena – he didn't know what to make of it and the fact Gwaine and Percival were standing there made it worse. They hadn't had a chance to speak but even as he walked off the pitch after having won his second round against the knight that irked him so much he wouldn't dare run up to her. It was for her he had given his all in that fight, it was for her he had almost killed Esras after the taunts he whispered while engaged in battle. He wondered if she would understand and if she would talk to him again, he wondered if she had actually meant it when she said that she loved him or whether or not it was just the joy of the moment.

He hoped not.
He prayed not.

Mordred had timed it perfectly when she walked past grabbing her wrist and pulling her in between two of the columns that lined the hall. "What the fuck are you-" she says swinging around her hand balling into a fist stopping just before she hits him in the face. "You scared the crap out of me" Aislinn tells him, relaxing a little "what's up?" she asks removing his hand from around her wrist with great ease. "Look...Aislinn...about last night I'm-" he goes to say but she silences him by lifting her finger to his lips. "Stop Mordred" she says "no, let me speak" he says "I'm sorry, it shouldn't have happened" he doesn't know what he is saying or why those words are tumbling out of his mouth.

Her brow furrows "If I didn't know any better I would think you regretted it" he goes to counter her but the look on his face sets her off "you..you do don't you?" she asks a look of pain quickly crossing her features. Mordred sighs "Aislinn, I said nothing of the sort" she takes a small step but "but you thought it" she says something missing in her voice. Of course he had thought about it, what normal person wouldn't have? He'd thought about doing those sort of things to her but never acted on it but now that he had he felt awful especially under the pretences. Aislinn takes a deep breath hurt engulfing her features "stop putting words in my mouth, Aislinn" he snaps.
Mordred's own anger is rising "I didn't say anything but with the way you're going you'll make me regret it" he hisses, Aislinn's face turns to stone and all emotion drains from her eyes. She nods and looks down at her feet, pain in her chest mounting "right, I see how it is" she mutters, looking over him with contempt before she turns and walks off before he can say anything.