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

68| To Love So Fierce - I

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YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.

[CW// smut/explicit/mature content]

Ari and Lancelot make the most of their final night before war.

A tear had fallen from Ari's eye the moment that Lancelot's confession had struck her in the heart. A watery bubble of laugher had burst from her lips. Stunned, she'd stared at him. Her body warming through as he touched his forehead to hers and whispered those words again, knowing that he had never said those to another.

"I love you."

She'd felt it— all the way in the depths of her bones. And her heart had sung.

The melody didn't end when— hand in hand— she'd walked him to her tent, giddily biting down on the corner of her lower lip with each step. The few who they passed by dropped their gawking gazes to where their hands were locked and laced together. Lancelot squeezed her fingers and sent secret smiles her way. I'm not going anywhere, the gesture said.

When they reached the first of two veils into her tent, he shifted to stand behind her. The entrance stuck out from the larger-than-Ari-was-used-to circular tent like a thumb.

He dropped her hand so she could pry the ties apart, not quickly enough for her liking. But Lancelot didn't let her go— wrapping his arms over her chest and dipping his head to nuzzle her neck. Ari felt his smile graze against her skin. Heat bloomed in her stomach and all the way down to the beginnings of the tingling between her legs.

Damn these laces. Her deft fingers weren't deft enough. Threads of frustration started curling with her increasing need to be inside.

A quiet murmuring came from not far away. Ari didn't look. She didn't care. This man was hers and she was his and to hell with whoever was watching them for any judgements they would make. Her blood was rushing in her ears too loud to hear what they were saying anyway.

She gasped when Lancelot placed a lingering kiss beneath her ear, showing just how little he cared for the eyes upon them too. She didn't know what had happened to make him change his mind on them being seen. He didn't tense behind her or pull away. He held her like a man who holds the woman he loves, with the promise of even more. Cocooning her in a blanket of safety.

Why were there so many ties on this veil? Ari knew that she was the queen but this seemed excessive, especially when she was in a hurry.

Eventually they stumbled in to the few feet of covered space together, and all concept of the outside camp slipped their minds.

With Lancelot moving her hair aside and pressing his lips to her spine, Ari haphazardly laced up the entrance enough to keep it closed. Her back was covered by Lancelot's solid body as he pressed against her. The touch of his hot breaths tickled on the back of her neck, and his fingers traced down her sides and came around her body. A second later the pressure of her sword belt was released, enough to let a shallow groan slip through her lips.