|Galahad idly tucks away his sword and heads back from a day's…|
Apr. 5th, 2005 @ 05:53 pm
"Thank you," mumbles Gawain, content to lie entangled with Galahad for a few moments.
"Wait," he says, propping himself up on one elbow. "They all talk
Galahad lies on his back, drawing small circles on the sheen of his chest, grinning up at Gawain. "Oh, quite. Details and stories. You've had a prolific and quite mythical sex life, you know."
Galahad turns and pushes Gawain onto the bed, crawling atop him and straddling his hips. "You get more sex than Lancelot according to the girls. And boys."
"I'd have to wonder how I ever manage to get any sleep if I am alleged to have had that number of conquests," says Gawain and he runs his hands up Galahad's stomach and chest.
Galahad laughs as he feels a shiver go down his back. "I'm only disappointed that I'm so rarely involved. It's always roman nobility this, and stable boy that, and tavern wench here, whores there, Lancelot, Tristan, Arthur," Galahad rolls his eyes. "You didn't start any of those rumours, did you?" he questions, arching an eyebrow.
With that, Galahad eased off and pushed out over Gawain's body until he was completely covering him.
"I did no such thing," says Gawain mildly and he wraps his arms around Galahad. A low rumble of contentment sounds in the back of his throat. "So, Galahad-my-love, should we make plans to woo some unsuspecting girl?"
His arms tighten around Galahad as though to ward off the thought of any interloper into their comfortable arrangement but he cannot deny the underlying thrill that comes with such a plan...
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