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Author's note: This is my first King Arthur fic. Reviews are very welcome. Let me know what you think!
Barmaid
"Anwen!"
The barmaid rolled her eyes with a smile when Lancelot pulled her into his lap. "Aye?"
"Tell us, how long have you been here now, working in the Tavern?"
"About two weeks, why?" she asked, wrapping one of his curls around her finger.
"Don't you think it's time we amuse ourselves in my bed?" Lancelot grinned. Gawain, Galahad, and Bors laughed.
"No, I don't, love. In fact, I look forward to amusing myself for many more moons outside your bed," Anwen replied, winking at him. She got up from his lap, saying, "I'll send Elen over to you. I'm sure she'd love to spend time inside your bed."
Lancelot shrugged. "Fine". He gave her a friendly slap on the behind as she moved over to Gawain.
Anwen poured wine in the mug of the sniggering Gawain. As he moved to pull her close as well, she threatened, "Watch out, my dear knight, or this jug will connect with your nose."
As Anwen had shown many times that she had no scruples whatsoever of doing so, Gawain quickly dropped his hands. She ruffled his hair. "There's a good lad."
Smirking at him the barmaid walked back to the bar, avoiding groping hands with skill. She filled another pitcher with wine while she surveyed the four knights that were present this night. Most of them were completely inebriated.
Good, she thought, it will make things a lot easier.
As the night passed quickly, the only visitors left were the Sarmatian knights. Anwen started thinking about the best way to get inside the main building without suspicion. She needed company. And the best company would be one of the knights.
Lancelot was fully taken up in kissing Elen's bosom. Anwen's eyes skipped to another knight. Bors kept to Vanora, another barmaid. That left Galahad or Gawain. Anwen decided that she might as well take as much pleasure out of this as she could and settled for the one she found most attractive.
Gawain wasn't surprised when Anwen put her hand on his shoulder; barmaids were always affectionate to the fort's soldiers. Anwen hadn't bedded any of them though, which was unusual for a barmaid. They were better off than the fort's whores, but the job was poorly paid. Most of them didn't mind a little extra work on the side.
Anwen's hand lingered on his shoulder. Gawain looked up to her face. She gave him a enticing smile and his body stirred. "Everything well, Anwen?" he asked.
The enticing smile lingered. "Very well."
Encouraged by her reaction Gawain risked his nose and pulled her into his lap. She made herself comfortable and put an arm around his neck, displaying cleavage in front of the knight's eyes. He licked his lips at the sight of the white flesh. Her soft scent filled his nose and he buried his face in her neck.
Anwen shivered when he kissed the soft skin there and tilted her head. He trailed his kisses upwards until he found her mouth and claimed it. She kissed back, revealing experience.
So it's not lack of experience that has kept her from more than flirting. This is going to be a good night, Gawain thought with pleasure, as he slipped his tongue past her lips.
A little while later she broke the kiss, asking in a husky voice, "Your room, Gawain?"
Gawain got up and Anwen slid off his lap. He took her hand and they walked out of the Tavern.
Mistaking her smile for anticipation of a night with Gawain, Lancelot sputtered, "How did he do it?"
Galahad laughed and slapped his friend on the back. "You can't have 'm all."
"Yes, I can," Lancelot replied immediately. "Coming, Elen?"
"Aye."
"G'night, Galahad," Lancelot grinned.
Bors left with Vanora shortly after. Galahad downed the last of his wine and staggered to his room, frowning over the unusualness of going there alone.
Gawain untied the laces of Anwen's dress, revealing more skin with each movement of his fingers.
Anwen slapped his hands away and pulled his tunic over his head. Gawain chuckled at her impatience. She fisted her hands in his long hair, kissing him hard. Gawain's hands gripped her waist to press her tightly against his body. She melted into him for a moment, before she pushed him onto his bed and took off her dress. With a teasing smile she slowly walked closer to him.
Gawain put his hands on her hips and kissed her stomach. His beard scraped against her skin when he teased her belly button and breasts, enjoying the feel of her hands wrapping in his hair. With a growl that made her shiver he pulled her onto the bed and pushed her gently down.
He never saw the web of silver lines across her back. He quickly removed his breeches and lay on top of her, kissing and nipping at her neck and breasts. Gawain's hands roamed over her body, while he tasted her skin.
She wrapped her legs around him, urging him to take her with moans and whispers.
Unable to withstand her any longer he did, and soon lost himself in her touch, falling into a deep and peaceful sleep afterwards.
Loud commotion woke the knights in the middle of the night. They stormed to Arthur's room, where the shouts and clatter came from.
When Tristan and Lancelot stormed in first, they saw an unexpected sight. Galahad ran through the doorway next and bumped into the frozen Lancelot. Dagonet followed immediately.
Arthur held Excalibur at the throat of a young woman, his other arm hanging limply at his side due to a stab in the shoulder. His shirt was red with blood.
"Drop them," Arthur snarled.
The woman dropped her two knives and stared completely unconcerned and with an arrogant expression on her face at the Roman commander.
"Anwen!" Galahad cried out in shock.
Gawain and Bors rushed in, stopping dead at the scene in the room. "Anwen?" they asked simultaneously.
"Yes?" she inquired in a conversational tone.
"What are you doing?" Gawain asked bewildered.
"Staring at a rather pointy sword. Can't you see?" The woman rolled her eyes contemptuously.
"Why?" Galahad asked dumbfounded.
"She just tried to kill me," Arthur seethed.
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