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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.

Comments

[lanselos_du_lac]

"Aye, powerful and intimidating."

[quote_gentle_unquote]

"Good man," kissing his cheek.

[lanselos_du_lac]

"Powerful and intimidating, and impossibly sweet," shifting to kiss her properly.

[quote_gentle_unquote]

She sinks into the kiss, tugging him so that he's laying on her, pressing her down against the bed.

[lanselos_du_lac]

He lets the kiss draw out, tracing fingertips along her neck and jaw.

[quote_gentle_unquote]

When she comes up for air, she's clutching at his shoulders, breathless again. "Sweet for you," she murmurs.

[lanselos_du_lac]

"I am very fortunate, for thou'rt sweet indeed."

[quote_gentle_unquote]

"Fierce. Intimidating. Dreaded."

[lanselos_du_lac]

"Ah, yes," chuckling quietly, "all of that as well."

[quote_gentle_unquote]

"The Scourge of..." She wants alliteration. Holborn, Finchley, London, or Narnia shan't do. "Shoreditch," with relish.

[lanselos_du_lac]

"I cannot agree that thou'rt a scourge of anywhere," loftily. He kisses her nose.

[quote_gentle_unquote]

"I could be a scourge if I wanted," she says, smiling helplessly up at him.

[lanselos_du_lac]

"Doubtless, thou canst do anything that pleases thee," brushing back her hair, "but I think it would not please thee to be a scourge to me."

[quote_gentle_unquote]

"No, I suppose not," Susan sighs. Her eyelashes flutter at his touch. "Everyone else, however..."

[lanselos_du_lac]

"Everyone?" He's lightly teasing.

[quote_gentle_unquote]

"If I wanted!"

[lanselos_du_lac]

He laughs softly, "Very well. I yield."

[quote_gentle_unquote]

"Another unparalleled victory for Queen Susan the Scourgey," says Susan, satisfied.

[lanselos_du_lac]

He kisses her, then, firm and sweet.

[quote_gentle_unquote]

And just like that, Susan the Scourge is replaced by Susan the Soft and Yielding. She melts into the kiss happily, letting her eyes drift closed, running a slow hand up and down his side.

[lanselos_du_lac]

"So lovely," he murmurs eventually.

[quote_gentle_unquote]

"I believe I'm growing rather spoiled," she says, her hand stilling at his waist.

[lanselos_du_lac]

"I see no problem."

[quote_gentle_unquote]

"No," she agrees, amusement layered over delight. "You have my leave to continue spoiling me as much as you should like."

[lanselos_du_lac]

"So I shall," cheerfully. He resettles beside her, drawing her in to rest her head on his chest.