#liones

"Sorry princess," Lancelot kissed her lips, like it was his way of saying 'I'm home' and 'What the hell have you been up to?' after being gone for all this time. Brief, quick and damn easy to miss. "Did I make you wait?"

Morgana's face warmed, the tough look on her face gone with a simple peck from the man she longed to see. She'd been quietly missing him, yearning for his touch, wanting to hear the sound of his voice and his smell—that addicting smell of lemons she so wanted to indulge herself in.

Lancelot was no different. He wanted to feel her with every fiber of his being, to finally hold her body in his arms, to feel her warmth melting the ice in his heart.

God, he wished it was the time for that. But it wasn't. The enemies did enough damage to his friends and beloved woman. Not to mention this rouge vagabond spoke shit of how he'll take her away, ticked Lancelot way off.

"Why are you always late, Lance?" Morgana's voice broke.

"I'll be quick." Lancelot mused, walking away before he glanced back at her. "And when I'm done, you better be ready."

"...Because I'm kissing you senseless."

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But then again, things might not go this way so let's see!

For anyone curious, Morgana is an OC of mine from my 4koa fanfiction. You can check my wattpad account or search "The Lady of Avalon" on Wattpad.