GetLaid25-Bedivere-"All Hail the Heartbreaker"
Title: All Hail the Heartbreaker
Author: Lady Bedivere
Fandom: Arthurian
Pairing: Bedivere/Elaine
Rating: R (to be safe)
Words: 662
Disclaimer: Contrary to popular belief, I do not own Sir Bedivere or any Arthurian Legends.
Summary: Even "virtuous" men have a dark side.
Notes/Warnings: Almost non-con
“He doesn’t even know you exist,” said Bedivere. “I don’t mean to be cruel, but it’s the truth. Everyone knows he only has eyes for Queen Guinevere; keeping secrets is not exactly one of his stronger points.”
As he leaned against the windowsill, the large mirror hanging on the wall opposite allowed him to see the face of the girl who sat with her back to him, weaving at a loom. She concentrated on her work, red-blond hair spilling from its knot at the nape of her neck. He could see her eyes glistening.
“Elaine,” he said, but se still refused to turn. He crossed his arms. “Elaine, you can sit there and weave until kingdom come, and it’s not going to change a damn thing.”
“What do you care?” she asked, so softly he wouldn’t have known she’d spoken if he hadn’t been watching her reflection.
“I care that I can’t figure out for the life of me what a sweet girl like you is doing wasting her time trying to catch the eye of a bloody Frenchman who’s more in love with his reflection that anything else,” he said.
“It’s none of your business anyway,” she murmured. Tears were beginning to spill onto her cheeks. “You’re always off getting drunk and tumbling the chambermaids. You don’t know anything about true chivalry.”
Elaine suddenly found herself being lifted by and arm around her waist. In one motion, Bedivere picked her up and spun her around, depositing her on the floor. Before she could speak he straddled her hips, pinning her to the ground with most of his weight.
“So I don’t know about chivalry?” he asked. “Maybe not, but I do know a few things about men, so let me share them with you. If your dear Sir Lancelot were to notice you, do you know what he’d see? A pretty conquest, to add to his list. Maybe, if you were lucky, he’d seduce you as he seduced his son’s mother-though I suppose you didn’t know about that. He’d stroke your hair and call you pretty names and eventually he’d have you on your back in his bed just like any plain whore. On the other hand, you’re a small girl, and easy enough to find alone. He might just decide to take you instead, whether you wanted him or not. Perhaps you want to know what that’s like?”
She whimpered softly, eyes closed tightly. Her hands pressed against his chest, as though she might try to push him off. After a moment of silence, the cold look in his eyes softened and he reached to brush the tears from her cheeks. Her eyes fluttered open, scared and pleading.
He stood and offered his hand to her. She sat up quickly and stared at him in bewilderment. He sighed and knelt down again to look her in the eye. “Do you really think I would do that to you, Elaine?” he asked gently. “Hell, I only wanted to scare some sense in to you, get you to listen.”
He reached out his hand again and carefully helped her up. As he turned to leave, she bit her lip, and when he reached the doorway he was stopped by a quiet, “Sir?”
He turned back to look at her. “I’ve told you, you can call me Bedivere,” he said.
“Bedivere,” she started hesitantly, “do you…is there any way I could get his attention? Anything that…” She blushed. “…That you could teach me?”
He looked up to the ceiling and shook his head. “I won’t sleep with you, Elaine,” he said.
“Neither will he,” she replied softly.
He studied her, with her hair falling loose around her shoulders and her tearstained face. She was wringing her hands, fiddling with her dress, watching him. Finally he gave a somber smile.
“I’m already going to hell, I suppose,” he said. “Meet me here after Matins, when everyone is abed. I’ll teach you whatever you want.”
Author: Lady Bedivere
Fandom: Arthurian
Pairing: Bedivere/Elaine
Rating: R (to be safe)
Words: 662
Disclaimer: Contrary to popular belief, I do not own Sir Bedivere or any Arthurian Legends.
Summary: Even "virtuous" men have a dark side.
Notes/Warnings: Almost non-con
“He doesn’t even know you exist,” said Bedivere. “I don’t mean to be cruel, but it’s the truth. Everyone knows he only has eyes for Queen Guinevere; keeping secrets is not exactly one of his stronger points.”
As he leaned against the windowsill, the large mirror hanging on the wall opposite allowed him to see the face of the girl who sat with her back to him, weaving at a loom. She concentrated on her work, red-blond hair spilling from its knot at the nape of her neck. He could see her eyes glistening.
“Elaine,” he said, but se still refused to turn. He crossed his arms. “Elaine, you can sit there and weave until kingdom come, and it’s not going to change a damn thing.”
“What do you care?” she asked, so softly he wouldn’t have known she’d spoken if he hadn’t been watching her reflection.
“I care that I can’t figure out for the life of me what a sweet girl like you is doing wasting her time trying to catch the eye of a bloody Frenchman who’s more in love with his reflection that anything else,” he said.
“It’s none of your business anyway,” she murmured. Tears were beginning to spill onto her cheeks. “You’re always off getting drunk and tumbling the chambermaids. You don’t know anything about true chivalry.”
Elaine suddenly found herself being lifted by and arm around her waist. In one motion, Bedivere picked her up and spun her around, depositing her on the floor. Before she could speak he straddled her hips, pinning her to the ground with most of his weight.
“So I don’t know about chivalry?” he asked. “Maybe not, but I do know a few things about men, so let me share them with you. If your dear Sir Lancelot were to notice you, do you know what he’d see? A pretty conquest, to add to his list. Maybe, if you were lucky, he’d seduce you as he seduced his son’s mother-though I suppose you didn’t know about that. He’d stroke your hair and call you pretty names and eventually he’d have you on your back in his bed just like any plain whore. On the other hand, you’re a small girl, and easy enough to find alone. He might just decide to take you instead, whether you wanted him or not. Perhaps you want to know what that’s like?”
She whimpered softly, eyes closed tightly. Her hands pressed against his chest, as though she might try to push him off. After a moment of silence, the cold look in his eyes softened and he reached to brush the tears from her cheeks. Her eyes fluttered open, scared and pleading.
He stood and offered his hand to her. She sat up quickly and stared at him in bewilderment. He sighed and knelt down again to look her in the eye. “Do you really think I would do that to you, Elaine?” he asked gently. “Hell, I only wanted to scare some sense in to you, get you to listen.”
He reached out his hand again and carefully helped her up. As he turned to leave, she bit her lip, and when he reached the doorway he was stopped by a quiet, “Sir?”
He turned back to look at her. “I’ve told you, you can call me Bedivere,” he said.
“Bedivere,” she started hesitantly, “do you…is there any way I could get his attention? Anything that…” She blushed. “…That you could teach me?”
He looked up to the ceiling and shook his head. “I won’t sleep with you, Elaine,” he said.
“Neither will he,” she replied softly.
He studied her, with her hair falling loose around her shoulders and her tearstained face. She was wringing her hands, fiddling with her dress, watching him. Finally he gave a somber smile.
“I’m already going to hell, I suppose,” he said. “Meet me here after Matins, when everyone is abed. I’ll teach you whatever you want.”