Apr. 26th, 2005 @ 07:27 pm
Galahad brings the mugs of ale to Gawain and drops them down on the table in front of Gawain, letting his arms linger over Gawain's chest for a moment before bringing his hands back up, stroking Gawain's chest as they go. He leans down and rests his chin on Gawain's shoulder, eyeing the girls.
"What about her?" he whispers, pointing over towards the entrance. The other knights are all there, but no one seems to be paying them any mind. Galahad is trying not to bring attention to their coupling, but he finds it hard. He's pointing to a well-known whore, but she would be good for the night. "She's a redhead," Galahad whispers mischievously. "I like redheads."
"You better not be talking about Vanora," Bors growls warningly.
Galahad glances over. "I'm not. Swear." He rests his chin on Gawain's shoulder again, sitting down atop the table. "Well?"
"In any case, Bors," says Gawain. "Vanora is six months pregnant and I, for one, refuse to be saddled with one of your bastards!"
Lancelot laughs as Bors growls again. "Don't be so sure that all those bastards are his, Gawain," he calls.
Gawain lifts his mug in acknowledgment of Lancelot's jibe and is only grateful that it is directed at Bors and not at himself or Galahad. He leans his head against Galahad's and looks thoughtfully at the red-haired girl. "Lynette, is that her name?" he asks. "Ay, I think she might be rather accommodating."
Galahad grins, turning and pressing a fierce kiss to Gawain's temple. "You were always more charming than I," he whispers. "Did you want to approach her, or did you want to do that together as well?"
He eases off slightly, where he can push his hands down Gawain's breeches just idly and sit there still with his chin on Gawain's shoulder. "You'll be the one taking her anyhow." A frown passes Galahad's face. "What if she gets...pregnant?" he whispers, almost afraid now.
"We will make sure that the time
is suitable," says Gawain soothingly. "And if she gets pregnant, we can always blame Lancelot," he says lightly. "I am sure that he is closely acquainted with her."
Gawain raises his hand and rests his palm on Galahad's cheek. "You are still certain that you wish to do this?" he asks.
Galahad nods quickly. "Of course, of course," he reassures quickly. "I just got...panicky, suddenly. Don't ask me why. No, I am certain. I am far more than certain," he continues, leaning into Gawain's touch. Galahad glances over, smiling. "She's looking our way."
Lancelot snorts. "What are you two doing and why did I hear my name?"
Galahad eases away from Gawain completely, looking as innocent as he can. "Talking about your potential children in the future."
Gawain grins slightly and raises his mug to toast Lancelot. "To your bastards, Lancelot, the poor mites."
He turns to Galahad. "Shall I speak with her, then?" he asks. "You are quite decided?"
Galahad grins as well, lifting his mug and grinning mischievously at Lancelot. "Your poor children," he teases. "Never know their proper father." He's rewarded with a cuff upside the head, which he just laughs at.
Galahad turns back to Gawain, nodding. "Please do. Give her your best charm," he encourages, leaning in and nipping Gawain's earlobe before giving him a push on the arse towards the girl.
Gawain laughs at Galahad over his shoulder before heading over to Lynette. He orders another mug of ale at the bar.
"Will you have a drink, Lynette?" he asks cheerfully.
Lynette turns, looking up slowly, a little suspicious. "Gawain," she greets him pleasantly. "A drink? Of course," she obliges with a small purr and a smirk. "I'd last heard you were unavailable, though I've not been told to who your heart is tied."
She crosses her legs slowly, looking up. "Were those lies, then?"
Gawain tilts his head to the side before he orders Lynette's drink.
"Not lie, no," he says slowly. "I am, broadly speaking, unavailable although I do have a proposition for you." He glances across the tavern in Galahad's direction. "What do you make of Galahad?"
Lynette turns towards the direction Gawain looks in. "The pup?" she inquires. "I know he's your best friend." She laughs. "Actually, you should hear some of the rumours."
She takes the drink from him. "I like him." She nods with approval. "Not too young, not too old. Looks eager. Looks good. Why do you ask?"
She smiles gently. "Are you propositioning me for him?"
Gawain grins. "What rumours might these be?" he asks lightly.
He clears his throat and a very vague smirk crosses his face. "I am propositioning you for both of us," he says and he studies Lynette's reaction.
"Rumours that you swore yourselves to the fight, to the service," she smiles wickedly, "to each other. We dismiss them quite quickly. I don't believe you enjoy the service."
Her face lights up. "Both?" She tries to hide her grin. "Would that be confirming the rumours or are you just broadening your experiences?"
Gawain laughs. "I shall leave that up to you to decide," he says with a smile. "Although we do enjoy broadening our experiences, it's true."
"Are you going to ask anything strange of me?" she questions. "No odd tasks or devious expectations? I will have to say no immediately if there are."
She looks across to look at Galahad once more, joking about and laughing. "He is good looking. And you're quite the sight for sore eyes."
She nods. "I accept."
Gawain grins broadly. "No, we are no more devious than, say, Lancelot," he says, rather tongue in cheek. "Do let us know when suits you," he says. "We do wish to take every precaution
He glances at Galahad again and, when their eyes meet, he winks and nods very slightly.
Lynette snorts. "Don't want a son, is that it?" she rolls her eyes. Other Knights had come up to her with the exact same worry, almost the exact same words. "If you proceed soon, you'll be fine."
She glances over to Galahad. "He looks pleased. Whatever you're doing to him, you're doing it well."
"Oh, I think both Galahad and I are too young to be fathers. Not all of us are as enthusiastic as Bors or so cocksure as Lancelot."
Gawain smiles. "Tomorrow evening, then?" he asks. "Do you know where Galahad's chamber is?"
She smiles as prettily as she can and nods. "Us girls know where all the chambers are. It's one of the first things we learned."
She smiles at Galahad. "Tomorrow evening."
Gawain smiles at Lynette one last time before he returns to Galahad.
"I do hope you are free tomorrow evening," he murmurs in Galahad's ear before he sits down.
Galahad shivers as Gawain's breath wafts over his ear and he beams up at him, turning to talk to him properly. "She said yes?" Galahad laughs, wrinkling his nose. "Of course she said yes, it's you."
He beams. "You are still okay with this?"
"I'm perfectly fine with it, Galahad," says Gawain. "One might almost say that I'm looking forward to it."
Galahad smirks. "I'm boring in bed already?" He leans back on the table. "I knew the day might come, but I didn't expect it so soon."
Gawain growls quietly. "Oh, yes. So incredibly boring."
He stands up and smiles. "And speaking of bed, i believe I shall head that way now. Care to join me?"
Galahad grasps his ale and drains it quickly. With that, he stands and nods. "My pleasure, Gawain," he innocently replies, walking out and turning, winking as he goes before waiting for Gawain.
Gawain follows Galahad and is briefly reminded of the last time they left the tavern together; when Tristan saw them.
"Your pleasure, is it?" he murmurs as he reaches Galahad's side. He smiles and looks at Galahad sideways. "Let's hope so."