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

52| Past the Stars

═ 𝘗𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘚𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘴 ═

[CW // Mild sexual language]

Lancelot learns more of what it is to be Fey.

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talk, let's have
conversations in the dark
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As the high wore off and the moon rose up through the sky, the pair of lovers found themselves still entwined. A head of dark, loose waves curled within a shoulder. Delicate fingers combing through such hair whilst the sound of their uneven breaths began to quieten between them.

"You're learning fast," Ari hushed to him, turning her chill-touched nose towards his hair.

Lancelot felt that his cheeks were still burning and his lips, bruised, as he remained connected to his lover, having not found the strength to move from her just yet. All so rapidly his mind had dissipated away and he was left now regathering himself. He was holding his own weight, mostly. A hand on the ground and forearm pressed flat around the curve of her shoulder.

"Did I hurt you?" He asked while picking up his head a fraction from out of the hollow of her neck, fearing as always that one day he would.

Ari wasn't unfamiliar to roughness in her life, but her lover's passion that he had shown her was more than just the empty feeling of that - driven by overwhelming emotions of the right kind. Of course he would worry, she should have anticipated that that question would be the first thing to come from his lips. So Ari answered him quickly and honestly, not letting that thought fester in his mind.

"No." Her lips curved in a delicate smile. "You felt good, Lance." She kissed his hairline. "Better than good." She was sure to be a little sore tomorrow, but not unpleasantly.

Her heart was beating again and Ari could feel it — a reminder that she was alive and to live before their world collapsed.

His curls were soft though unsurprisingly a little sweaty where she curled her fingers, gently massaging his scalp. The scarred cross did not bother her as her fingertips dusted along the edges. Lancelot did not ask her to keep away from it, nor did she feel his body laying over hers, collapsed between her thighs, tense as she touched the rough skin on his crown.

Lancelot did not question her, placing his head back down again and sighing a relieving breath. "Okay."

Somewhere, not too well hidden within that tone, Ari heard the doubt in him. "You don't sound too satisfied though," she teased, knowing him well enough to know that was not the case.

Blush felt as though it saturated further on Lancelot's cheeks. 'Satisfied' did not do justice to what he was feeling within him.

"I am. More than that," he said, nuzzling his nose against her neck and listening to the near silent chuckle that left her lips. All of the delight still swam through his veins, making him feel like he were one of the darkened purple-grey clouds floating above them across the sky.