Gwaine shifted as morning light struck his eyes, humming contentedly and draping an arm across his bedmate. There was a tiny squeak, possibly words, and she shifted, too, and then there were lips on his. Gwaine was instantly alert, though he kept his eyes closed, preferring to explore her by touch alone.
He'd gone straight to bed after seeing Merlin off last night--and he'd actually intended to wait up for him, really--but then Floree had mislaid all her clothes--and, well, in practice he hadn't exactly got all that much sleep last night. He was actually sore this morning, which was a good sign. A very good sign.
Gwaine whimpered and cracked his eyes open as she pulled away from the kiss:
"You're going to be late for training, Gwaine," she told him. "And Sir Leon will--"
"Oh, ugh," Gwaine grumbled, "what did I say about mentioning Sir Leon in the bedroom?"
She flashed her signature
‘Oh, you,’ look at him, near as he could make out. "And Lady Elaine will be waiting for me," she said.
"Five more minutes," he grumbled, pulling her back to bed.
She giggled and smacked him in the chest as his hands wandered. "Come on, now, up!" she demanded, kissing his shoulder, kissing his neck, and biting his ear. He took hold of her tiny waist then, and squeezed, tickling her and delighting in her shriek--
Until she tickled him back.
Yelping and laughing, Gwaine wriggled unceremoniously out of her grasp until, with a cry and a crash, he tumbled off the bed in a tangle of blankets.
Sir Percival, next door, banged loudly against the wall and shouted something inaudible, because as soon as Floree had leapt off the bed on top of him to make sure he wasn't injured, they both burst out laughing.
In just a few short months, Floree had become Gwaine's world. She could handle her liquor, beat him at dice, and knew every dirty trick in the book. She cut her hair short so she didn't have to pull it back while working. Her nails and hands were worn, but her fingers were experienced. Her voice was soft and pleasant, but it carried well, and she was certainly vocal when it mattered.
She liked riding horses, watching him swordfight, and crawling into the bathtub with him. She loved playing with Gwarae and braiding her hair since her own was never long enough, and even Gareth approved of her. She liked to tease Leon and (behind his back) Arthur, but was sweet to Merlin and Percival.
But she also kept him straight. She made sure he was on time to training and council meetings (mostly), she made sure he wasn't ever out too terribly late (although, as has been said, that didn't necessarily mean she let him sleep), she cut him off when he'd had enough to drink, and she cooled him when his temper flared.
So when they finished laughing, there, on the floor, she pinned him to the ground and kissed him, and whispered in his ear, "I think we can maybe spare fifteen minutes."
...
Twenty minutes later Gwaine was being rushed onto the training field still fitting on his shoulder plate. "Go get 'em, Tiger," Floree said, kissing him on the cheek and, when he had turned around, smacking him soundly on the arse for everyone to see. Hardly embarrassed, however, Gwaine only grinned at the assembled crowd and asked, "What are you all waiting for, 'eh?”
Leon gave Gwaine his disappointed-frown. “How nice of you to show up with a semblance of punctuality, Sir Gwaine.”
That was something, actually. Ever since his noble background had come out, Sir Leon had begun to treat Gwaine…differently. Better, technically, but also he called him “Sir” and “Lord” a lot, which Gwaine was not particularly fond of, and additionally, old Leo had seemed to have gotten it into his head that for reasons of birth and station, Gwaine ought to be held to a higher standard than his peers.
Which annoyed the snot out of him, frankly.
“How nice of you to volunteer for the first trouncing of the morning, Sir Leon!” Gwaine replied with a sharklike grin. He
had actually had his heart more set on wiping the grass with Sir K’s face, but it turned out
ignoring the attention whore was the best way to get under his skin, so Gwaine was going for that today.
“Oooooohh!” the other knights leered, laughing. Which was about when Sir Leon got his feathers ruffled, picked up a sword, and saluted him.
It was rather boring after the first three bouts. One could only watch Sir Leon get floored so many times before it started to just look sad, and most of the others had wandered off to spar with each other as Gwaine wiped a bit of sweat off his brow.
“Come on, Leon! One more go?” he said, bouncing on his feet as if to say ‘I could do this all day.’
Leon was trying to get his breath back, leaning against the post that Gwaine driven him to. He picked up his sword, which Gwaine had ruthlessly knocked out of his hand.
With a hammer.
“You’re probably not going to be in possession of a hammer in real combat,” Leon said, raising his sword and wiping a bit of sweat off his face. “Also, you didn’t wait for the count of three.”
“And real enemies will, eh?” Gwaine laughed and tossed the hammer across the yard, picking up another sword from the rack so that he had one in each hand. “Here. This a bit more realistic for you?” he asked, spinning both swords with showy glee.
“You did ask for it, Sir Leon,” Gwarae said matter-of-factly from where she was perched on top of a barrel to watch the proceedings. “My brother is undefeated!”
Lancelot quirked an eyebrow at that, but was too polite to say anything, and Gwaine shot her a sharp look.
“Oh!” she cried, giggling wickedly, and clapped both hands over her mouth. “Was that still a secret?”
“Oh, go on, go play somewhere else!” Gwaine told her, waving a sword in her direction. “Go…watch Percival wrestling Elyan!”
“Ooohh, okay!” she said, with a delightedly sinister gleam in her eye, and hopped off the barrel to run to the other side of the training compound.
“You know if you fought like that in a tournament, Gwaine, you would be thrown out in the first five minutes?”
“Oh, I know the rules. I’ve got one more hit to go.” Gwaine winked. “And there’s bets on,” he said, flicking his hair in the direction of the assembled knights who were trying to look like they were busy with their own sparring partners.
That offended Leon considerably, apparently, and to be fair Gwaine fought a bit harder to get the last hit in, but it really didn’t take that long so he spent a bit of time just toying with him there at the end.
“I don’t even know how you’ve lasted this long,” Gwaine said, taking both swords in one hand and offering Leon a hand up from where he lay on his back in the grass. “Two swords is easy. Imagine if I came after you with two axes!”