RP: Telescopes and love
Who: Lancelot & Quin What: Things are popping up When: September 1st Where: Their new home Warnings: NSF - Light fooling around
Lancelot had known just how he wanted to propose for exactly twenty-four hours. He had been thinking about which would be the perfect way to propose to Quin ever since she had said that she was ready. He wanted to surprise her, so proposing immediately was a bad idea, even though he had purchased the engagement ring already. She would have been expecting it immediately, he just hoped she didn’t think that he had changed his mind. It wasn’t that at all. No, he had just wanted to pick just the right moment, and that was going to take time and preparation.
It was their first night in their new home, they had just put the children to bed in their rooms, while Nancy was off for the rest of the night. He had planned it this way, while most things were still in boxes because he had yet to really send the proper spells around to unpack everything, he suggested that they might have a glass of wine out on the patio. He had been sure to put the patio as well as the bedrooms together, the only rooms that he would need for tonight.
Outside on their back patio was his large golden telescope, on the end of it though was a new lens that Lancelot had magicked. Around the telescope he had set up the scene, he had a small table set up that held a bottle of wine as well two wine flutes. He had kept the lights dimmed outside so that the stars above would be better to see.
“I thought it might be nice to have a glass of wine while we take in the sky from our new home. Celebrate finding the perfect home for our little family.” His hand was in hers, fingers laced with her own. He rather liked touching her, having her close all the time. He didn’t mind when he would slip her arm around his, but he preferred to hold her hand when they were just around the house.
Quin had not forgotten their discussion, no. But she did not wish to always second guess and so she knew he would do it in his own time. He'd been her rock lately, through the busy wedding and her continued attempts to wean a baby who did not wish to be weaned and movie house yo this new place of theirs. Every day it seemed she found another reason to love him.
It was the first night so far that Felix hadn't wailed for hours wanting to nurse, largely because moving in today had been exhausting for him and she fully expected him to wake up very early demanding her attention.
But it was ever so lovely to see what he'd set up. It was so him that it made her smile happily. "I think that sounds perfect," she said softly, leaning up to press a soft kiss to his cheek.
Lancelot chuckled softly as he leaned into her kiss to his cheek. “Good, I had hoped you might.” He led her over to the chairs and went about pouring a glass of wine for each of them. He motioned towards the telescope with a free hand, “I put a new lens on there. You should look at it, I think you’ll enjoy it. I was told it’s one of the best models out on the market right now.”
He had tried to sound as nonchalant about that as possible, he could feel the weight of the ring box in his pocket just waiting. He wanted their first sip of wine to be in toast to their engagement however, so he wanted to do this first.
The lens that was on the telescope had been magicked so that when Quin would look through it, the stars would look as though they were literally rearranging themselves to spell out Will you marry me? for her. He was intending to be on one knee when she looked up from the stars, with the small ring box open. He could feel the nerves in stomach, twisting in excitement as he thought of that moment. He couldn’t wait to see the look on her face when she realized what he was doing.
"Oooh, you did?" She asked, obviously interested and excited a bit at the prospect. She hadn't known he'd ordered a new one! Stargazing had become their little thing over the last few months, after the children went to bed and it was just them. He was always doing such nice little things to surprise her.
Wine temporarily forgotten, she fluttered over to the telescope and adjusted it just a little bit before leaving over to look into it. The first instant the stars were so clear and bright. And the next the stars were moving, making her gasp softly before they even finished.
Then she looked up, cheeks flushed and eyes absolutely wide, a hand pressed over her heart which was now galloping along in her chest. For that instant she did look like one of those creatures of myth, almost divinely unreal against the star spangled backdrop of the dark sky. That was when she saw Lance down on one knee and knew that this was really what she thought it was.
"Oh, Lancelot!" She said, all breath and wonder. She'd decided she wanted to marry him months ago, before she'd told him, even. Her hands fluttered. "Yes! I mean... if you're certain!" And of course that last part was so very Quintella, but the fact it came second and not first actually showed quite a bit of progress on her part.
Lancelot’s heart burst as she answered with yes first, she had still showed concern for his wants afterwards but she had started with herself. She had said yes first, there were tears in his eyes as he rose then. His free hand slipped around her waist, the ring still in his other hand, and he swept her up in a passionate kiss.
He had known from early on that Quin was the woman for him. He had known early on in their relationship that she was the one for him. It wasn’t just one moment, but more multiple moments that had convinced him she was his, as he would tell Auri, Happily Ever After. Quin was also the heroine in the stores, saving Lancelot from some ridiculous blunder.
When he broke the kiss, he kept her pressed close still. Unable to stop smiling as he met her gaze, “I love you more than I’ve ever thought was possible. The day you walked into my library, everything changed and I had no idea.” He pulled back just enough then so that he could carefully grab the ring from the box, slipping the box into his pocket. “I wouldn’t change a moment of it.” He took her left hand in his, slipping the promise ring off and then slipping the engagement band on her finger.
He brought her hand up to his lips to press a kiss to her knuckles before his arms enveloped her again, the promise ring having been slipped into his pocket. He would give it back in the morning but for tonight he wanted the engagement ring to be the only one on her hand. The wine had been brought out for them to toast with but he didn’t want to let her just yet.
The kiss assured more than just words. She didn't consider herself a very passionate person, but he did manage to bring it out in her at times, and she returned his kiss warmly. She still couldn't say she understood why he loved her or wanted to bee a part of her crazy life (come on, two kids, two cats, two dogs, and though he likely didn't know it, soon to be a kitten, a couple part time jobs, music with her cousin... It was confined chaos!).
But he did, and he'd proved it over and over again. He wasn't in it just to get in her knickers or he'd have given up ages ago. He was part of the kids' lives. An active part. She might not understand it, but she loved and adored him for it all and more.
"I love you too," she said, still flustered and excited by everything, cheeks a rosy pink.
She watched with wonder as he slipped the ring on. She wiggled her fingers in the dim light and it glittered like a star. "Oh, Lance, it's too much," she protested, though it was equally obvious she loved it.
Lancelot chuckled when she said it was too much, he shook his head just a moment before he dipped his head in to press a kiss to her cheek. “It’s perfect,” He reassured her in a whisper with his lips so near to her ear. He pulled away then, his hands coming up to rest on her hips.
He wasn’t in a rush to start planning the wedding just yet. He knew they had to first put in word with the Ministry, then it would be almost a month after that they could be married. He would leave all of that up to her, to plan their wedding. He would give his opinion if she asked, but he wanted to be sure she got the wedding of her dreams. He had a feeling that her first wedding had been what everyone told her she should want. This time he wanted it to be what she wanted.
“Let’s celebrate, I’ve got the wine ready.” He did not move however from where he was holding her. Instead his hands had moved, one resting at the small of her back and pulling her in closer. His other hand came up her side and wrapped more firmly around her. He didn’t want to let her go, instead he started to sway them to the beat of their usual song. He even hummed softly just a second before he kissed her again
She was sure it was far too fancy, far too shiny, a ring for her. Not because she didn't like it -- she loved it. It was gloriously beautiful. It was just so much more than she thought he should have invested in something like this. "It is perfect," she admitted. "But it's too much." She couldn't help but fret on his behalf, after all. She was who she was.
Her arms twined around his neck and her head rested on his shoulders as they swayed. She felt tiny next to him but not in a bad way at all. She felt extremely snug and secure in his arms.
After a few moments she tilted her head up and urged him down for another long, soft kiss. "Thank you, Lancelot," she murmured.
Lancelot just chuckling at her protesting, it wasn’t too much and he wasn’t going to remind her of that again. It was her ring, he had chosen it for her ages ago. He had known from the second he saw it that it was meant to be her ring.
As her arms twined around his neck, he gave her a gentle squeeze. She fit so perfectly in his arms, he had always thought so. It was something ridiculous that he had never said aloud to anyone, but just then he bent his head in so that his lips brushed her ear as he whispered, “You fit so perfectly.”
“Don’t thank me,” He said with a soft laugh, “You’re the one I should be thanking. I love you, Quin. It’ll be a dream come true being able to call you my wife.” He kissed her again, his eyes slipping closed while he still swayed them to the beat. It was loving slow kiss, his head tipping into the kiss to deepen it as their noses bumped. He smiled into the kiss, a soft chuckle leaving him.
"I'm too tiny," she replied, but she grinned up at him, just a trifle impish, and wrinkled her nose at him. But she wasn't disagreeing with him at all, just being silly and a smidgen difficult. He would know. He'd known her at her quiet stubborn and at her weepy worst. A lot had happened in the months they'd dated, ands ometimes he'd managed to open her up and sometimes he'd allowed her the quiet to deal with it the best she could.
"I love you too," she murmured, and she tried to put that into her kiss back. She knew she'd never be the most brilliant or passionate or anything, but though they'd not crossed that final line yet, she thought they would be happy together. She hoped they would. She was going to try to do her best to make sure of it.
“Not even close, punk.” He teased her with a warm chuckle, his eyes meeting her gaze. She was the most beautiful women he had ever laid eyes on. Even as she played around like this, she was still so beautiful. He loved watching her face when she was playing around, since she didn’t let herself do that very often. Especially if people she didn’t feel comfortable around were around. He had somehow breached those walls, in what felt like such a short time but he knew they were creeping up on almost a year of being together. He had taken her as his date to Fin’s wedding, which had been on New Years Eve.
As they kissed, he let out a happy noise as he spun her slowly around. He knew she loved him, he not only saw it when she looked at him but he could feel it in the way she kissed him. He could feel it in the way that she touched his arm in a crowd, to get his attention. He had known even before she had felt comfortable telling him.
She giggled quietly, feeling almost like she was young again. Not that she was old, by any margin, but yes. She was so much more open around him. And though it didn't seem like much, learning to communicate better had been a slow process and was still a work in progress.
Her fingers stroked through the hair at the base of his neck as she laughed against his lips. She pulled back but put her hands in his, pulling him back to the seats. Instead of taking her own, she took up the glasses and perched on his lap.
Lancelot loved hearing her laugh, it was such a musical sound. Even muffled against his lips, it was the most beautiful thing he had ever heard. It didn’t take much urging to get him to follow her back to the table, his arm slipping around her waist as she took her seat in his lap. He rather liked when she was forward like this, it had taken a while to get her this comfortable with him but he was so very glad they had reached this point. That worry that she might be attracted to him that he had felt during the early stages of their relationship were gone, much to his relief.
“Shall we toast?” He asked her curiously as he reached a hand up to slip into his pocket and pulled out his wand. With a quick flick, soft music flooded the yard. He set the wand down on the table then, taking his glass from her.
It had taken a long time for her to get used to it all. To feel like she wasn't going to be called a tease. She'd always been warned about that. But he'd never pushed her past where she was comfortable, even when she knew he had to want her dreadfully enough to want to. She was attracted to him. She just still held onto a bit of fear, perhaps, or maybe it was traditional values, she didn't know.
"A toast," she agreed with a warm smile, holding her glass up to clink with his quietly. "To our lives together."
“To our beautiful futures together.” He agreed as he lifted his glass up to clink with hers quietly, eyes twinkling at her over the top of his glass as he took his sip from the glass. He couldn’t wait to call his parents in the morning, tell them the great news that they were going to be married. He knew they had been waiting for him to finally settle down for years, he wondered if they’d think he was joking. He had been with women for years, even lived with a few, but had never proposed to any of them. Something was different about Quin, she was perfect for him. He just knew, without a doubt.
He set his glass down on the table then, his hand coming up to rest on her thigh. He rubbed the pad of his thumb gently against her thigh, as he leaned in to press a kiss to her cheek. “We don’t have a pick a date right away, I want this wedding to be everything you could want.” There wasn’t much he wanted, he just wanted her.
She sipped as well, smiling against the rim of the glass, unable to help herself. Tomorrow she would let the people she wanted to know, know. But for now, tonight, this was all for him and the outside world wouldn't encroach.
It was a bit surreal. She'd never imagined being married again. Or if she had, she probably would have assumed her parents had married her off again. "I have no idea what I want," she admitted. "I never expected to be married again."
A soft chuckle left Lancelot, of course she had never imagined she would be married again. Even with Lancelot giving her a promise ring months before, she still had not thought about what sort of wedding she might want if she ever had another one. He was amused by it, it was a very Quin thing to do. He chuckled as he brought a hand up to cup her cheek, leaning in to steal a quick kiss. “You’re everything I could have ever hoped for and more, so much more.” She was one of the kindest people he knew, her heart was so much larger than any he had come across before.
“Would you care for a dance? I can throw up some lights, we can do this up right. We’ll dance under the moonlight, snog like teenagers in the garden..” He chuckled, “What do you think, my love?”
No, not even with the promise ring had she had had really made her think she'd ever be married again. Not that she'd disbelieved him. It just.. hadn't sunk in like it would with almost everyone. He was right. It was a very Quin way of perceiving everything. She flushed bright pink again at his words, not knowing how to respond except to duck her head shyly, even now.
She laughed softly, a musical little sound in the quiet. "Yes, I would like thaf," she murmured. She leaned in and kissed him before rising. Her hands came back to his face before he got up though. "I don't deserve you, Lancelot cadwallader, I know I don't. But thank you."
Lancelot chuckled when her came up to his face, her words were ridiculous. He didn’t understand that, how did she not deserve him? His arms encircled her waist again, pulling her so easily into his lap again. “Don’t think that way.” He said in a soft loving tone, while his nose nuzzled against hers in an Eskimo kiss. “We deserve each other. You’re my better half.” He doubted there was a person on the planet that had met the couple that would disagree with that point, she was definitely his better half.
“I love you, Quintella. You’re more than I could have ever hoped for in a soulmate.” He kissed her again then, more firmly than just a moment before. His hands came down to hold her waist, taking in just how small she really was in his arms. He enjoyed every moment with the beautiful woman, as well with the children. They were his family and he couldn’t wait to make it all official.
She slipped easily back onto his lap. Her head shook slightly but she didn't say anything. She certainly didn't think she was the better half of anything, let alone this relationship, but she loved that he seemed to think so sometimes.
Leaning forward, Quin pressed her lips against his again. "I still can't believe you're real, Lance," she said softly. "It's like I must be dreaming because how can I have someone like you?"
A soft laugh left him as he brought a hand up to cup her cheek. “I’ve thought those exact thoughts a hundred times before.” He admitted as he lifted his head up to capture her lips in another kiss. This one loving and heated, as his hand slipped from her cheek to rest against her jaw and neck. He was cradling her face gently with his hand, while his other came up to rest on her thigh. He gently squeezed, as his head tipped into the kiss to deepen it.
Her mouth opened under his, her arms winding around his neck. "We're a pair, aren't we," she murmured, and then kissed him again. The surface said they shouldn't work, but they did, somehow. Tongue flickered lightly against his, still questioning after all this time.
Lancelot chuckled at her words, a deep throaty noise. He nodded his head, they really were a bit opposite. While she was very quiet and reserved, he was so loud and friendly. He didn't mind though, he thought they were perfect together. He kissed her back when she kissed him again, his tongue slipping out to meet hers. He loved how shy she could be still, he loved even more that she was willing to initiate some things. Like this, she felt comfortable enough to test the waters.
He brought one hand up to rest on her thigh, his hand moving up slowly as he pushed her skirt up just a bit. His head tipped into the kiss, deepening the kiss as his tongue moved against hers.
She was becoming a little more confident over time. At least in private. She might never reach that stage in public, but she was good enough that she didn't become too awkward when he showed affection. It was much more natural now. He made her a little more brave. And his unwavering acceptance of who she was... it was such an unbelievable gift.
It was somehow different, subtly, to be kissing her fiancé than to be kissing her boyfriend. Her tongue twined with his and she pressed closer, following his lead.
Lancelot was having a complex just then, he wanted to push for more. He wanted to slip his hand up, under her dress. He wanted touch her, feel her, and be with her. He was wrestling with that little voice that kept worrying that he was taking advantage of the moment. That he was taking advantage of her being excited about the engagement. He worried that if they did do anything tonight, she might only be doing it because she felt she had to, he didn’t want that. He wanted her to want to, not feel like she had to.
He was having the worst time quieting the inner battle, though it didn’t show as much as one would think. Instead of breaking the kiss and moving away, he continued to kiss her and move his tongue against her own. His hand though was on her thigh, alternating between slipping just under her skirt and rubbing back down. It was a small motion that showed that inner battle, he wanted to slip his hand farther up that skirt and at the same time kept pulling it back down to safety. Though each time his hand slipped up, it moved farther up her thigh.
It was, in part, excitement over this change in circumstances. And a heady desire to please him, knowing how patient and good he was to her. She wanted to... to show him how much she appreciated him. It was a selfless desire, though her body also reacted to the thought. She was still unused, even after this time, to the chemistry that flared between them at times. She hadn't had a real opportunity to experience it before and it could, at times, be frightening.
She solved part of his conundrum by shifting in his lap, turning to straddle him in the chair and in the process letting his hand slide farther up her thigh. Her breath caught and she tempted his tongue back into her mouth, sucking on it firmly with a little moan.
As she turned in his lap, his brain didn't connect just what would happen once she fully shifted in his lap to straddle him. It took him by surprise as his hand slipped farther up her thigh, brushing up higher. Her moan was delicious, the fact that she went right back to kissing him had things stirring between them. His hand gently scratched at her inner thigh, slowly sliding his hand just a little farther up.
In a bold move, his hand continued it's trail up to brush over her through her knickers. That caused his own breath to catch for a second, before he was kissing her again. His hand was still there, knuckles brushing over her most sensitive area through the fabric of her knickers still. He was fairly certain his brain had disconnected at some point, he would bet it was with that little moan.
She'd been so intent on wanting to please him that she hadn't really given much if any thought to him doing likewise with her. Her breath caught a bit as he touched her inner thigh, and she froze for a moment when his hand went still farther, touching her through her knickers like that.
Her eyes had opened wide, large in her pretty face, and a soft whimper escaped her, her hands tightening in the fabric of his shirt. It wasn't fear, though she was rather nervous. She could feel the blazing warmt of his skin and it felt delicious, and that was, a bit, what was mildly alarming as well as wonderfully arousing.
The noise that left him then was a very carnal sound, it had been a while since he'd been with a woman. He had always respected Quin, wanting to move at her own pace. Just touching her like this had his heart racing, seeing her reaction was causing him to grow hard between them. He kept pushing though, she hadn't shied away from him just yet.
His hand moved to brush over her again through her knickers, just a second before he slipped his hand farther up. He hooked his fingers in the waistband of her knickers and started to slide them down. He would have used magic to make them just disappear but he thought that was a bit unfair. She deserved a say, he was giving her the chance to stop him if she wanted him to stop.
It was then Lancelot leaned in to press a kiss to her cheek. "Are you alright?" He asked softly, just a moment before pressing a kiss just behind her ear.
Quin let out a quivering little sigh as he eased her knickers down, and her hands clutched at her shoulders. She'd been so intent on wanting to do to him, she was almost frozen by his doing to her. not in a bad way. Simply... it was her.
Her cheeks did blaze with colour though, her eyes finding difficulty in finding his. But she nodded very shyly, pressing closer to him for reassurance. It wasn't that she hadn't been touched or anything, or that she was unfamiliar. She knew this bit and all. It was simply that it felt new all over again with him, charged in a way she hadn't ever experienced with her husband.
Lancelot's smile grew as she nodded to show that she was alright, his hands moving to set her knickers on the table behind them. It was then that he brought his hand back down between them again, right back where he had a few moments before. His hand eased back up her inner thigh, this time though as his knuckles brushed against her, there wasn't a barrier between them.
His eyes lifted to catch her gaze then, leaning in and kissing her more firmly. It was then that Lancelot went for it, boldly slipping a finger inside of her. He didn't know just how far this was going to go, and even though he knew his trousers were growing tighter, he would be content to walk away if she wanted to stop just then. He was hoping though to see just what she looked like when she reached her peak, to see how she sounded, and what it felt like to know that he had been the one to bring her to it.
She was so self conscious, she was grateful for the dim lighting that was like that for the telescope. Her face was bright red and yes, the flush went all down her chest. It was part arousal and part self consciousness and honestly it wasn't really any one's fault. Not truly. Her husband had been good to her. She simply had been a shy child who had been down trodden and under socialized. It would ease in time.
She leaned into the kiss, fingers curling tightly into his shirt. The gasp/moan was absorbed into his mouth as she kissed him and his finger pushed into her. A moment of hesitation and she rocked to the touch, slowly.
She was so self conscious, she was grateful for the dim lighting that was like that for the telescope. Her face was bright red and yes, the flush went all down her chest. It was part arousal and part self consciousness and honestly it wasn't really any one's fault. Not truly. Her husband had been good to her. She simply had been a shy child who had been down trodden and under socialized. It would ease in time.
She leaned into the kiss, fingers curling tightly into his shirt. The gasp/moan was absorbed into his mouth as she kissed him and his finger pushed into her. A moment of hesitation and she rocked to the touch, slowly.
She was slower to warm up than some, and that was no one's fault, simply how she was. But Lance knew what he was doing and it felt really good, and the sensations began to build slowly. She tried to only focus on that, and him, rather than any self consciousness which had always been her largest enemy. She only flushed more deeply when he began to use his thumb.
Her face buried against his neck as her hips moved with his hand with increasing urgency, her breathing hitching and changing. Her lips did find his neck as well, kissing and nipping and sucking breathlessly at his skin.
Lancelot tipped his head a bit, giving her more access to his neck. He loved feeling her there, her hair tickling against his skin. Then her lips were on his neck, and he wasn't sure he could think straight anymore. He didn't stop moving his fingers inside of her, the pad of his thumb continuing to rub against her clit in a circle. His breathing had gotten deeper however, his eyes even fell closed a moment. She felt wonderful, better than anything he had imagined. Her noises were his favorite part though, listening to her breathing changing as he worked his fingers inside of her to bring her to an orgasm.
A noise of his own slipped from him as her lips started to kiss and nip at his neck. It was a chest rumbling sort of noise, a noise that rarely was heard outside the bedroom. "Quin," He whispered softly into her hair, nuzzling his nose into those soft locks. "You're beautiful." He whispered breathlessly into her hair.
Her orgasm surprised her when it came, falling on her suddenly. She clenched around his fingers with a soft little cry and buried her face into his neck as she clung to him and rode out the sensations. It had been a long time, for she wasn't even one particularly for self pleasure. Her soft moan was muffled by his skin, possibly more felt than heard as she held on to him.
Lancelot lost his breath as he felt her clenching around his fingers, a warm joyous chuckle slipping from him as she buried her face in his neck. "You're so beautiful." He murmured softly, only moving his fingers when he was sure that she had rode out her orgasm. He didn't move his hand far however, he rested it against her inner thigh for a moment. He wasn't sure if she was up for going farther, he didn't want to push too far on their first night. He wondered if she was going to be wanting to go to bed, was she exhausted? Instead of asking, he turned his head to press a kiss to her cheek. "I love you."
Pushing too hard would probably have gotten him wanted, but not quite the way he wanted it. Not that she would ever resist, but that she was simply ... slow to warm naturally on her own. But she leaned in and captured his lips in a long, soft kiss, her sigh gentle against them. "I love you too." And then her hands slipped down between them and rested on his belt. She might not want to push so far as actual intercourse... but... there were things she could do to relieve this problem of his right now.
He smiled against her lips, Gods how he loved her. He kissed her back with enthusiasm, grinning as he pressed his forehead against hers. He loved hearing her say those words, they would never grow old. He had just been about to ask if she wanted to go up, when he felt her hand on his belt. "You're sure?" He wasn't going to remind her that she didn't have to, he suspected that they had gone over that point enough times that she knew that he wouldn't ever push her for anything. He was willing to let her move at her pace.
Quin nodded slightly even as she slipped off his lap to kneel at the foot of his chair. Her slim fingers worked at his pants again, undoing them and working them open. She'd done this plenty in her past, with her husband. She thought she wasn't half bad at it. Her cheeks were bright red and she felt so forward. But she knew she wanted to for him.
When Lancelot had asked if he was sure, he had been asking her if she was sure that she wanted to touch it, give him a handjob. Seeing her on her knees in front of him short circuited his brain a moment, he couldn't process just what was going on just then. It wasn't until she was working his pants open that it all seemed to catch up, he wanted to remind her that she didn't have to, but that would ruin the mood wouldn't it? Instead he brought his hand down to slip his fingers through her blonde locks. He wanted to tell her that he loved her, but hadn't he just done that? He was as nervous as a schoolboy again, as if this was the first time he was fooling around with a woman.
Instead of keeping that to himself however, he thought sharing it might make her feel better. It wasn't her first time either, but her pink cheeks made him think she might be nervous too. "I'm nervous." His words were barely a whisper, but he knew she would hear him.
There was an odd little jolt of pride in her that she managed to so thoroughly shock him. She wasn't a prude, for all she'd been putting intimacy off. Out of fear, mostly, and a sense of lost control if she went too fast. But in this, she was mostly in charge. Her smile up at him was warm, though her cheeks were bright pink and she marveled at how forward she was being.
At his soft words, she turned her head and nuzzled his wrist. "We don't have to," she murmured, just as he would to her.
Hearing those soft words made him grin, a deep chuckle leaving him, as his hand shifted so that he could cradle her cheek for just a moment. "I know." He had thought of a few ridiculous comebacks, but using her words when she had stolen his, sounded better. "I love you." He needed her to know that, before they went any further. He absolutely loved everything about her, especially that she could still surprise him.
"I love you too." Her murmur was soft but audible, and she nuzzled his wrist gently, hoping to reassure. She hadn't meant to shock him but she also knew men loved this, and doubted her now fiance was any different in that regard.
Lancelot's smile grew hearing those words, they were some of his favorite to hear from her lips. He turned his hand so that he could rub the pad of his thumb over her lower lip. "Thank you," he whispered. He was still nervous, but he knew it was ridiculous. This wasn't the first time he had ever had a woman in his lap like this, this was just his first time with Quin. He was excited.