Merry Christmas and Happy Yule

[priceonmysoul]

Lance's original gift for Gwen was taken care of months ago, but after recent developments in their relationship, he felt like it might not be enough. So, after some careful thought, a two hour drive to one of the larger cities in Cornwall, and a lot of help from Nimue, there's a dress box to go along with the smaller trinket beneath the tree on Christmas morning, along with a card that reads, very simply:

Merry Christmas: the first of many that lay ahead of me, so long as I have you.

All my love,
Lance

For Arthur, there's a $30.00 iTunes gift card, plus King Arthur's dagger.

Hector receives a copy of THE HANGOVER and his own wooden practice sword.

For his Mum, Lance has a dragon themed desk set for her office, and to move her a little further into the modern age, an iPod with a $20.00 iTunes gift card.

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[itsnotmydestiny.livejournal.com]

"It's beautiful, Lance. They both are." She murmured softly before leaning up to kiss him lightly, touched by both of her gifts.

[price-onmysoul.livejournal.com]

Lance kissed her back, wrapping his arms securely around her to pull her body against his with a smile. "S' just a little somethin', ya know? No big deal."

[itsnotmydestiny.livejournal.com]

Pressing closer to him, she tilted her head to the side. "I still love them." She smiled warmly at him. "Maybe I'll wear the dress on New Years?"

[price-onmysoul.livejournal.com]

His eyes lit hopefully as he let one hand run up and down her back in an absent-minded caress. "Yeah? I'd like that...a lot."

[itsnotmydestiny.livejournal.com]

"What should we do that night?" She asked, curious.

[price-onmysoul.livejournal.com]

Lance shrugged, sniffing thoughtfully. "Well, I gotta go back to the States on Monday...head back home 'n see my folks, but maybe you an' Artie can come out for the night! We'll hit Times Square, have some laughs..."

He trailed off, grinning down at her. "Then maybe later we can go back to my place...if you want, I mean."

[itsnotmydestiny.livejournal.com]

"That sounds like a nice idea." She considered before nodding a bit, smiling. "I've always wanted to be in Times Square on New Years eve."

She paused slightly then before smiling softly, almost shyly. "I'd like that too."

[price-onmysoul.livejournal.com]

"It's freakin' crazy, I'll tell ya that right now." he laughed. "But we'll figure out how to do it right without gettin' killed. Promise."

Her soft, almost shy admission lit a fire in his chest and tested the strength of his control, of his self-restraint as a man and his oaths as a knight. He returned her smile, but he was holding back visibly as his hand lifted to touch her face, cradling her cheek almost too gently, as if she might break if he moved too quickly.

He couldn't quite hold back as he kissed her, though, the even, gentle press of lips slowly growing in heat, turning hungry as his lips parted, as his arms tightened just a little to eliminate what little space still separated them.

[itsnotmydestiny.livejournal.com]

"Really? After the last couple of weeks, I'm not really sure I can find anything crazy." She pointed out with a little chuckle.

The fire that existed in the center of his chest only echoed her own as she tried her best to restrain herself as well. It was hard though, to control certain urges every time she was in his arms kissing him. It also made it harder due to the fact that he was clearly struggling as well as he cupped her face gently.

As she leaned up to kiss him, her breath hitched slightly as he pulled her closer till there was no space between their bodies. Tightening her arms about him, she kissed him back a little harder as a hint of hunger managed to work its way through.

[price-onmysoul.livejournal.com]

Time didn't just stop this time, it slowly morphed into the snake devouring its tale, a flame on a wick that was swiftly vanishing as it burned away beneath the heat they were generating as a single being. He could just imagine what it would be like to let that wick burn down to nothing, to give up the world, the universe just so he could stay lost in that slow burn...

It took all his self-control to break the kiss, his lips still brushing hers, their breath mingling and harsh as they both struggled to regain their equilibrium.

"Yeah, well...you ain't seen Times Square at New Year's." he croaked, hoping to distract himself from what he wanted to do in that instant.

[itsnotmydestiny.livejournal.com]

It always felt the same and yet it changed every time. There was no denying the hunger that burned between them along with the fire that threatened to consume them both. It was everything she could have hoped for and feared all at the same time. It could bring her to her knees, turn her inside out and change her, and she would be happy for it because she would hand him everything she had in that moment. There was no longer just her, there was him and now she was starting to understand everything that she had been missing.

As she pulled back from the kiss at the same time he did, she felt breathless, weak and like she only wanted more but there was something to be said about having some sort of self control.

"Uh, well, still..." She murmured, trying to distract herself. "It might be a bit harder to surprise me these days, love." She said the term of endearment easily as she was half dazed, almost distracted.

[price-onmysoul.livejournal.com]

Lance laughed a little, warmed by the term of endearment as he pressed his lips to her forehead, still smiling against her skin.

"Life'll always surprise you, baby." he murmured, wrapping her more comfortably in his arms, loathe to let her go. "And that goes double when you go 'round sayin' you can't be surprised."

mean use of icon!

[itsnotmydestiny.livejournal.com]

She didn't mind that he didn't want to let her go because she didn't want to let go of him either. She was perfectly content to just stay there for awhile, wrapped up in his arms and stealing kisses.

Which is what she did as she pressed a kiss to his collarbone. "I don't know." She teased, pretending still to be skeptical but he had been a surprise for her. A rather pleasant surprise.

[son-of-avalon.livejournal.com]

I love it. Where did you ever find the dagger?

[price-onmysoul.livejournal.com]

Around. Mum helped me...originally, I just got ya the gift card. You're a hard fuckin' guy to shop for.

[not-yet-gone.livejournal.com]

Hahaha, is the movie supposed to be a hint?

But holy crap. Thanks for the hardware. I guess this is getting kind of serious.

[price-onmysoul.livejournal.com]

More like a fond memory. Remember that time in Vegas with the KISS tribute band and that midget Elvis?

Anyway...you're welcome. Trust me, you'll appreciate having yer own practice sword when your training gets more intense. You're in the big leagues now, brother. Trust me, though, it can be a lotta fun.

[not-yet-gone.livejournal.com]

I'd forgotten about that until you mentioned anything! God, I don't know how the hell I managed to do that though. Especially not since Elvis had a fondness for mooning people.

Man. Big leagues. When you say it like that it's pretty damn exciting.

[price-onmysoul.livejournal.com]

Least when he wasn't tryin' to hit on that fake Paul Stanley's girlfriend. I don't remember much 'bout that night, but I definitely remember the crown that guy lost in the fistfight.

Maybe it's just me, 'cause I grew up with it, but there's no bigger prize for a soldier. To be chosen, to be worthy...there's no greater honor, man.

[not-yet-gone.livejournal.com]

Don't get me wrong. I am honored, but what gets me is how huge of a responsibility we're talking about here. I don't wanna screw it up. I don't think I will, but (and this is understatement of the year here) I just wanna do a good job.

[price-onmysoul.livejournal.com]

I know, I feel the same way. And I know you're not gonna let anybody down. All the years we known each other, you always had me and Artie's backs. That's all we really do in this, when ya get right to the heart of it: we get his back. No matter what.

Believe me, I know how this can feel. I was only fifteen when I was knighted, dude. Picked up my first sword when I was about six years old.