[1] WEEPING MONK // you're not what I was looking for

39| Intimately {Part Two}

❗️ MATURE CONTENT WARNING ❗️
Please read at your own discretion
(I'm not kidding with this one)

[CW// adult themes, smut, sexual content, infrequent strong language]

Ari and Lancelot give in to their feelings.

Ari yelped which turned into a chuckle as she landed in the winter furs covering her bed. She readjusted herself further backwards and bent both her knees up together, resting her shoulders up a little on her arms. She waited eagerly, almost controlling her breath as she watched the man she loved before her now, unguarded like he never had been before. His darkened expression ran over her body as he considered following her, those God-like hands of a man twitching back and forth at his sides where he stood.

Lancelot put a knee on the edge of the bed, lifting himself up slowly. These were unchartered waters and he felt an uncertainty rising in his veins. He brought his other knee up and moved closer, crawling forwards towards her. They did not need words as he knelt tall at her feet, reading each other's eyes said all that they needed to know.

Her heavy gaze lifted over him as he knelt there, her lip clamped between her teeth at the sight of this man before her. The ache at her core swelled with anticipation, almost desperate to feel him satisfy it now that she knew what exactly she was preparing for. He was practically worshiping her, on his knees and bared like the day he was born willingly before his queen. Her fingers itched to reach out, to feel his length in her grasp which was all for her, but she restrained herself for just a moment longer.

The air thickened, a tension which was so new to them as a pair, as lovers on the edge of becoming so.

Lancelot swallowed down and moved out a hand to touch the outer side of her calf before him. His fingers brushed up her bent leg with a delicacy and curled around her knee. He pulled, gently, asking her to let him in as he knelt ready at her beck and call. Ari let her thighs part and her legs fall away for him as his fingertips released their hold. It felt strange, for someone to so willingly want him in this way. Still, he shifted closer into the widened space which she was offering, her shoulders lowering back down against the bed. He smiled to her as he knelt there marvelling at the sight, at the pink on her nose, the curve of her lips, her silver hair fanning wildly like her spirit against the furs. Her hands reached for his arms and he let them.

Lancelot's breath shook for a moment as he finally looked down between them. He had been on a knee in front of her once before though it was definitely not like this, and he could feel his heartbeat quickening beyond his control all the same but not at the prospect of death this time. Ari had his whole, undying attention and it terrified him. He didn't like being so nervous over something so physical. It made him feel vulnerable. But this wasn't just physical, not with her.

His eyes glazed over for a second, the crackling fire dampening in his ears behind him. He knew of what he should do, what he was supposed to do, but actually doing it was something that he had no experience with. He snapped himself quickly out of his trance and bent his body forward, resting on his elbows at either side of Ari's shoulders as he settled between her thighs. They had been close before, impossibly so, but this felt different as he looked down to her then.