lanselos_du_lac | [Closed Post] ..the plan means nothing stays the same..

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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Susan considers briefly teasing this out, playacting as some starving waif relying on his kindness for a small little meal. But she'd rather get straight to the point. "You might take the edge off by taking me to bed," she says, nipping at his earlobe. "Unless you'd rather I have you right here."

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"Thou canst have me wherever and however thou dost like."

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"That's too many ways to count," Susan sighs. She releases him long enough to take his mug - hers is still behind her - and have a sip of wine.

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"We have nothing but time."

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"Take me to bed, my love."

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He takes the mug and sets it gently down, then stands and slips his arms around Susan's waist. "So I shall."

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She kisses him then, deep and clinging, and walking slowly backward toward the bed as she does.

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After, she rolls off of him, sighing contentedly. "Much better," she says, kissing his hairline, then his shoulder.

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Lancelot turns a little to pull her in and cuddle a little. "I agree."

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Susan has, ever since she started having sex, had a strong appetite for it. She hadn't known just how much she'd crave more and more of it, once she started sleeping regularly with two specific people. With Lancelot in particular, she increasingly feels as if she can never get enough. Like she'd be happiest if she could just wrap herself up in him and - well. Hm.¹

She curls up at his side. "I wonder if I shall keep growing more and more insatiable," she says, thoughtfully.

¹The extension of this thought was 'and make a home there,' but she's not ready for that thought!