[2] WEEPING MONK║you're not what I was looking for

51| Burn A While - 𝐈𝐈𝐈 *

‼️ EXPLICIT CONTENT WARNING ‼️

[CW// Sexual content/smut. Infrequent strong language.]

Ari searches for some clarity, and receives more than what she bargained for.

{YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED}

"Lay down," he said.

Ari's breath hitched with the command. So tender but full of meaning. As she looked in his eyes she could see he wanted this as well. It felt too good to be true. Any minute now there should be something or someone to interrupt them. Perhaps that's why it took her so long to blink again, and begin to lean herself away.

Lancelot placed a hand at the back of her head to soften her landing, rolling her down to lay on her cloak. He managed to push her discarded overcoat up for a place to lay her head on before she flattened on the solid ground.

Like he were placing a rose on a bed of thorns, he lowered her and Ari felt her chest sprout with warmth from how much attention he was putting into not dropping her. She couldn't take her gaze away from his eyes as he watched what he was doing, leaning on a hand beside her shoulder while he shifted himself.

She was a queen. A warrior with blood on her hands but he made her feel like a girl again - nervous and innocent just by the way that he looked at her. On her scrunched up coat, she rested her head, not knowing how the item had gotten there. Where she parted her thighs, Lancelot made himself at home and settled his hips against hers.

The way that she was looking up at him made Lancelot feel thoroughly undeserving of being looked at this way — as though he had never done wrong in his life. With his hand by her shoulder he held himself up, dipping to sponge kisses to her jaw, then her neck. He knew that he shouldn't leave marks on her skin or any signs that he'd been here, but the temptation was just too irresistible.

Ari turned her face away and let him explore. Her hands tangling up within his hair and trailing back and forth between his shoulders. Even in the darkness as she closed her eyes — she could see him. Every press of his lips and light caress of her waist painting a picture in her mind. His only experience had been with her and she couldn't recall teaching him such sensuality as this.

Between their bumping chests, her hands found the black laces of her leather bodice. The heat of him was enough to make her forget about the cold and she untied the laces down her body fully. She let the fabric fall away to each side, arching her back while he kissed a sweet spot of her neck so that she could pull it from beneath her.

Lancelot felt her undressing, allowing his hand to trail further and claim the new space. She turned her face to him and he took the chance to kiss her properly. His hands shaped her body, flowing like a river over the bends and curves in the land. Through her shirt he felt the outline of her chest's binding, how her ribs expanded into his palm. That her skin was somehow so warm in the softness of her waist.