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[lanselos_du_lac]

Once Lancelot has left Magnus and Galahad in the greenhouse, he goes looking for Laertes. He can admit he has had the urge to check in on everyone, in the wake of Magnus' incident, but he has realized that it's been some days and he misses Laertes' company.

So he goes seeking, checking in on the places he thinks Laertes might be, and eventually finding him in that same parlor they'd sat together in before. Lancelot pauses in the doorway, and then clears his throat and says, "I do hope I'm not interrupting."

Despite the clear fact that he intends to interrupt. He is grinning.

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[timebethine]

"What must I do to convince thee?"

[lanselos_du_lac]

"Do as thou'rt doing now," pressing kisses to his hair, his cheek. "Let me hold thee. Make thy promises. Speak of summer."

[timebethine]

"Wilt thou swim with me, in summer? There's nothing so good as swimming, when the days turn hot."

[lanselos_du_lac]

"Aye, I like to swim." He pauses, then says, "Susan spoke of 'bathing costumes,' and showed me hers. I had to admit I had never thought of such a thing."

[timebethine]

"I prefer to swim in naught but my skin," says Laertes. "But Ophelia used to swim in her shift, that she might not draw roving eyes."

[lanselos_du_lac]

"Court ladies swim rarely, and not with men about. I only had anything on in the water if I ended up there by accident."

[timebethine]

"I think I would like to see thee dressed for swimming," says Laertes, and he settles a warm palm upon Lancelot's thigh.

[lanselos_du_lac]

"Oh? Rather than swim as I usually would?"

[timebethine]

"I mean dressed as thou usually wouldst." His hand creeps up just a little higher.

[lanselos_du_lac]

A laugh, "That would be not at all."

[timebethine]

"Hast caught my drift."

[lanselos_du_lac]

He snuggles Laertes a little closer and says, teasing, "Bit cold, now, is it not?"

[timebethine]

"Ay--but worth the wait."

[lanselos_du_lac]

"Thou dost sound certain."

[timebethine]

"All that I've seen has suited me well," says Laertes, "and all that I haven't tempts me." He shifts a little in Lancelot's arms so that he can tuck his face into the crook of Lancelot's neck.

[lanselos_du_lac]

Lancelot makes a contented sound, stroking back Laertes' hair. After a little pause he says, "I like the smell of thee."

[timebethine]

"Oh?"

[lanselos_du_lac]

"Mmhmm," kissing his temple. "There is the scent of thy soap, but I mean what is under that."

[timebethine]

"Sweat, skin, and hair are their own heady perfume," Laertes manages; for some inexplicable reason, his clothes feel too tight and his skin is burning.

[lanselos_du_lac]

"That is so," he agrees. He shifts again, and tips Laertes' chin up to kiss him.

[timebethine]

It's so hard not to bear him down onto the sofa--not to gather his hands over his head and hold him pinned, or to let those kisses shade into bites. But for Lancelot, Laertes can be patient. He can be gentle. He can inhale through his nose as he chases the kiss deeper, letting Lancelot answer at his own pace.

[lanselos_du_lac]

Lancelot's fingers find their way up under the hem of Laertes' shirt, and he deepens the kiss.

[timebethine]

Laertes can't help a sharp gasp at that--an inhalation that draws the breath from Lancelot's mouth. He turns a little more so that he can get a hand on Lancelot's ribs--over his clothes, but firm, intent.

[lanselos_du_lac]

His touch skims up Laertes' back, along his spine, and he holds the kiss.

[timebethine]

"Please," breathes Laertes, not knowing what he's asking for--just knowing that the feeling of Lancelot's hand on his bare skin is electrifying, and he's a sparking wire.