|Galahad hums under his breath as he traverses the tavern, looking for…|
Jun. 13th, 2005 @ 09:01 am
Gawain nods before laying his head on Galahad's chest. He sighs. "We do need answers. And we need to stop this carry-on."
He rests his hand, almost possessively, on Galahad's hip and closes his eyes.
Galahad adjusts until he's comfortable and lets out a soft sigh. "I'd never sleep with a girl and lose you," he swears. "I'm stupid, but I'm not that idiotic," he swears.
Gawain laughs; a pleased rumble. "You're not that stupid," he murmurs. "Although there are those who might think that your choosing a hairy, bad-tempered Knight is a little foolish."
"Oh?" Galahad comments with a raise of an eyebrow. "And who would those 'those' be? Name names, now, my hairy, bad-tempered Knight?" he teases with a swift kiss to Gawain's collarbone.
Gawain grins and shifts slightly. "The other
hairy, bad-tempered Knights, of course."
He strokes Galahad's back, pulling him closer. "I think they're just jealous of me, really," he says with a smile.
Galahad gives a 'hmph'. "They should be. I am a rather precious commodity that everyone should have."
He settles against Gawain. "Tomorrow. We'll get Tristan to help us. We'll tie her up, demand answers. Put all this to rest."
"Not everyone should have you," says Gawain. He holds Galahad closer. "Just me," he growls softly.
"And I agree. We will get to the bottom of this and have done with it!"
Galahad looks up, feeling a little soft for the moment, but he doesn't care, he needs Gawain to understand this properly. "Gawain," he speaks quietly. "So long as you want me, I am only yours."
"Now rest," he urges. "You're probably tired."
"Mmm," murmurs Gawain contentedly. "Yes, you have exhausted me. You rest too, do you hear? And tomorrow, together, we will sort this whole sorry mess out."
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