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[lanselos_du_lac]

In the few days since Dark ended, even Lancelot has noticed himself feeling easier. He had not thought himself much affected by Dark, aside from his concern for Susan and those he cares about who were facing their own struggles during the month; it's something of a surprise to find that his relief is also deep-set, for himself. There is a strange kind of hope that he doesn't recall feeling before, in anticipation of spring. He realizes that the pace will change, and that he is looking forward to spring and summer in this new place.

He's been considering whether he should move some of his things back to his own room. He has not stayed the night there since Susan asked him to stay with her during Dark, and he is happy to admit that this arrangement has been deeply pleasant. Lancelot has never experienced something so ... domestic as this. (He so rarely was able to wake up next to Guinever, that the first few times he woke up next to Susan after they began seeing each other, it felt like a very deep intimacy.) He doesn't, however, want to presume anything -- he knows Susan has appreciated having him close, he knows their relationship has grown deeper, but he isn't sure whether she wants him to stay with her at night on a more permanent basis. He suspects she might want her own space back, once she's recovered her equilibrium.

As ever, he has maintained his routine. He has also seen the invitation to Dionysus' party. It's this that was on his mind as he set out for the training yard this morning -- it was brisk and cold, but not so much the punishing cold of deep Dark -- and this he let himself idly consider while making his way through drills. (Thinking about it during drilling helps, because thinking about it otherwise has made him feel anxious -- he will never know what he ought to wear, or what to expect.)

By the time he has finished, he knows that there are several subjects that he needs to discuss with Susan when they meet for lunch.

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[lanselos_du_lac]

"I would not object."

[quote_gentle_unquote]

"If you carry the soup, I can bring the turnovers and some dishes."

[lanselos_du_lac]

"As my lady bids me."

[quote_gentle_unquote]

"My sweet man," kissing him again.

[lanselos_du_lac]

Lancelot chuckles into the kiss, and barely restrains himself from wrapping both arms around her -- this would be counterproductive in the task of getting them and their food back to the room.

[quote_gentle_unquote]

Lancelot has a stunning ability to blaze right past Susan's regimented approach to life. She'd felt guilty, at the start of Dark, that her focus on him pulled her from tasks that might have benefited them during the month of deprivation. Now she just wants to indulge. She lingers for a moment longer, then goes about transferring the pastries to a platter -- she leaves about half behind for anyone who might walk past feeling peckish -- and gathering up bowl and spoons.

[lanselos_du_lac]

He goes where he is directed, warmly efficient, carrying whatever he's asked to, up to and including tucking a bottle of sweet wine under one arm.

[quote_gentle_unquote]

Back in the room, Susan sets all her things on the table. She's tempted to pull Lancelot straight to bed, but she is in fact hungry, and she's a responsible woman, so instead she starts dishing out their foods.

[lanselos_du_lac]

"Sweet, it all smells so good," he says sincerely, as he settles things and then sits at the table. "I admit, I am very hungry."

[quote_gentle_unquote]

"And you ought to keep your strength up," she says, her prim tone counterbalanced by the lascivious look she gives him.

[lanselos_du_lac]

"I do not doubt it. I must meet certain demands."

[quote_gentle_unquote]

"I'm very unreasonable," pertly, leaning in to kiss his cheek and drag her mouth to his ear before taking her own seat.

[lanselos_du_lac]

He grins, "I would never say so."

[quote_gentle_unquote]

"And demanding." She sighs, breaking a turnover open. "I'm quite the taskmistress."

[lanselos_du_lac]

He pulls his own plate closer and digs in. "I've no complaints."

[quote_gentle_unquote]

"And thus we're rather well-suited."

[lanselos_du_lac]

"One of many ways."

[quote_gentle_unquote]

She smiles at him, soft with an undercurrent of that lingering, smouldering heat.

[lanselos_du_lac]

Lancelot spends several minutes eating, happily, and after some time he says, "This is delicious, love."

[quote_gentle_unquote]

It's fortunate that neither of them realize that the food is actually fairly bland! Yet another mark in the Susan Pevensie and Lancelot du Lac column. "I'm pleased you like it."

[lanselos_du_lac]

"'Twas sweet of thee to cook for us."

[quote_gentle_unquote]

Susan is in the kitchen every day, because the routine is good for her. She chases a sliver of bacon around her bowl. "You're sweet."

[lanselos_du_lac]

"Of course I am," mock-smugly.

[quote_gentle_unquote]

"And so dreadfully modest," she adds, bumping a foot against his under the table.

[lanselos_du_lac]

"Aye," peaceably, "That, too."