GetLaid25-Bedivere-"In the Lake"
Title: In the Lake
Author: Lady Bedivere
Fandom: Arthurian
Pairing: Bedivere/Vivien
Rating: PG-13
Words: 469
Disclaimer: Contrary to popular belief, I do not own Sir Bedivere or any Arthurian Legends.
Summary: Things don't always go to plan, even for Ladies of Avalon.
Notes/Warnings: Implied nudity and sex.
Bedivere sat on the banks of the lake, leaning against a tree. He was dressed the part of a peasant more than a knight, with only the ornately fashioned hilt of his sword to give him away as more than a simple shepherd. He was half dozing, watching perfectly still surface of the water. When it began to ripple, he wondered if sleep and the sunlight were playing tricks on him. When a hand appeared, he knew it was something else.
The hand was followed by an arm, reaching up as though to part the water. The a head, a face, a neck, a body, and always moving closer to him, so that by the time she reached the bank, the Lady of the Lake was fully revealed. Her long gown was the same silvery blue of the lake she had appeared from, and clung to every curve of her body thanks to the water.
Bedivere looked her up and down appraisingly. “My Lady,” he said, a hint of a chuckle in his voice. “What service might I do you?”
With fluid grace she crossed close to him. Delicately she reached out and touched the hilt of his sword, leaning next to him against the tree.
“A dragon to guard your blade, set with rubies for eyes,” she murmured. “I was right then, that you are the Welshman they call Bedrydant?” Her voice was indeed like a stream, musical and flowing.
“Indeed, my Lady. Sir Bedivere Bedrydant. Again I ask: what service might I do you?”
“I have asked of you no service,” she replied.
Bedivere could hardly help but smirk. “You have chosen to reveal yourself to me; you must wish of me some service. Isn’t that how it works?” he said.
She laughed softly. “You think I have revealed myself to you? I have revealed nothing, Sir Knight.” Slowly her hands moved to her belt.
Bedivere watched with an unchanging expression as she unclasped her belt and let it fall. She loosed lacings at her neck and her back, eyes fixed on him, until her dress slipped to pool around her feet. With a nudge of her foot she cast it into the water, where it seamlessly blended with the surface before sinking out of sight.
Bedivere looked her over again, smirk fixed in place. “Merlin will be jealous.”
When the anger flashed into her eyes, he laughed. “I am not so easily seduced, my Lady, even by those of Avalon. Of course, that is not to say I am dissuaded either.” He offered her his hand.
As she took it and sank down on top of him, he looked at her with a twinkle in his eye. “Tell me, my Lady: what service might I do you?
“All,” she whispered, and he laughed.
Author: Lady Bedivere
Fandom: Arthurian
Pairing: Bedivere/Vivien
Rating: PG-13
Words: 469
Disclaimer: Contrary to popular belief, I do not own Sir Bedivere or any Arthurian Legends.
Summary: Things don't always go to plan, even for Ladies of Avalon.
Notes/Warnings: Implied nudity and sex.
Bedivere sat on the banks of the lake, leaning against a tree. He was dressed the part of a peasant more than a knight, with only the ornately fashioned hilt of his sword to give him away as more than a simple shepherd. He was half dozing, watching perfectly still surface of the water. When it began to ripple, he wondered if sleep and the sunlight were playing tricks on him. When a hand appeared, he knew it was something else.
The hand was followed by an arm, reaching up as though to part the water. The a head, a face, a neck, a body, and always moving closer to him, so that by the time she reached the bank, the Lady of the Lake was fully revealed. Her long gown was the same silvery blue of the lake she had appeared from, and clung to every curve of her body thanks to the water.
Bedivere looked her up and down appraisingly. “My Lady,” he said, a hint of a chuckle in his voice. “What service might I do you?”
With fluid grace she crossed close to him. Delicately she reached out and touched the hilt of his sword, leaning next to him against the tree.
“A dragon to guard your blade, set with rubies for eyes,” she murmured. “I was right then, that you are the Welshman they call Bedrydant?” Her voice was indeed like a stream, musical and flowing.
“Indeed, my Lady. Sir Bedivere Bedrydant. Again I ask: what service might I do you?”
“I have asked of you no service,” she replied.
Bedivere could hardly help but smirk. “You have chosen to reveal yourself to me; you must wish of me some service. Isn’t that how it works?” he said.
She laughed softly. “You think I have revealed myself to you? I have revealed nothing, Sir Knight.” Slowly her hands moved to her belt.
Bedivere watched with an unchanging expression as she unclasped her belt and let it fall. She loosed lacings at her neck and her back, eyes fixed on him, until her dress slipped to pool around her feet. With a nudge of her foot she cast it into the water, where it seamlessly blended with the surface before sinking out of sight.
Bedivere looked her over again, smirk fixed in place. “Merlin will be jealous.”
When the anger flashed into her eyes, he laughed. “I am not so easily seduced, my Lady, even by those of Avalon. Of course, that is not to say I am dissuaded either.” He offered her his hand.
As she took it and sank down on top of him, he looked at her with a twinkle in his eye. “Tell me, my Lady: what service might I do you?
“All,” she whispered, and he laughed.