Sep. 7th, 2005 @ 06:45 pm
"There are many cursed things on this island," says Lancelot, referring to the Knights' earlier conversation as he leans against the doorframe of Arthur's chambers. "But I do not scare easily."
He steps into the room. "Unless, of course, you were entirely serious about starting at dawn tomorrow," he says lightly. "In which case I should probably leave now and get a good night's sleep."
Arthur glances over his shoulder as he goes about tidying his quarters. Cleanliness is next to godliness, he truly does believe that. "I was quite serious about training, Lancelot," he remarks as he fluffs a pillow. "However, I do believe that a simple emotion doesn't scare you. Did they frighten you with all that talk of it?"
Lancelot laughs softly. "What scared me is how much Dagonet knows. Or was he bluffing, do you think?"
He walks over to the window and looks out over the settlement. "Quiet night," he comments.
Arthur simply turns and takes Lancelot into his arms. "Dagonet knows everything, don't try and convince yourself otherwise. You'll just be in for a shock," he chastises lightly.
"Quiet means you can't make noise."
Lancelot grins before leaning forward and gently kissing Arthur's lower lip. "And neither can you," he says against Arthur's cheek. "Do you think you are up to the challenge?" he asks, running his hands down Arthur's back.
Arthur laughs warmly and quietly, pressing his hand to the small of Lancelot's back and yanking him closer, into a kiss to shut him up.
"I'm always up for a challenge, good Knight," Arthur promises.
Lancelot laughs against Arthur's lips. "One of the many things I... love... about you," he whispers.
"Are you still
set on the dawn start?" he asks in a pleading tone of voice, nuzzling Arthur's throat and neck.
Arthur sighs as he tilts his head to the side to allow Lancelot more of a span to practice his talents on. "And what shall I tell the others swayed my judgment?"
"My persuasive powers of argument, of course," murmurs Lancelot, only too happy to continue kissing Arthur's neck. He nibbles softly at the junction of Arthur's shoulder. "Or you had a sudden change of thought?"
He chuckles softly and leans in to place a kiss on Arthur's mouth.
Arthur kisses back, nothing light or delicate, but a passionate kiss that is designed in Arthur's mind to take Lancelot's breath away as his hands grab the hem of Lancelot's shirt and yank to get it untucked.
"In the morning, at dawn," Arthur mumbles as he parts to pull off Lancelot's shirt. "We shall train."
rendered breathless by Arthur's kiss. He tilts his head back and looks at Arthur through half-closed eyes. "And until then?" he gasps, reaching for Arthur's clothes so that he can begin to undress his commander.
Arthur spins them forcefully until they are tumbling onto his bed. "Well, what did you have in mind?" Arthur inquires, whispering as he lowers himself down atop Lancelot.
Lancelot runs his hands down Arthur's back. "I defer to you in this as in all things," he says mischievously.
Arthur sighs, shaking his head. "Must I do everything," he murmurs to himself as he takes his time pressing firm kisses down Lancelot's neck, arousing sensation and sounds.
"You must, you must," moans Lancelot. He rocks his hips once, upwards and laughs breathlessly.
Arthur catches Lancelot's lips and whatever sound that breathless laugh has made and he slows them down as he sets a gentle, even rocking pace, pushing Lancelot's breeches down slowly with a calm hand. "Mine," he claims quietly, possessively.
"Yours," agrees Lancelot, stretching like a cat beneath Arthur. He slides his outstretched fingers up Arthur's chest, encountering the scars he knows as well as he knows the scars on his own body. "I hope you do not question this faith," he says, teasingly.