Arthurian Legend RP

Lancelot stroked her hair and sighed "I know_

Mythian kissed back and closed her eyes then sighed "your only making me want it even more"

Expression gentle, Charlotte stretched out on him again, nuzzling against his neck. "So now what?" she asked softly.

Mordred was tempted to keep teasing her, but decided against it. "Sorry, my lady." Running a hand through her hair, he smiled. "I should clean up; I can't possibly smell good right now."

Lancelot thought for a moment "I...I don't know_

Mythian started sitting up "oh you don't, you smell horrid...but...may I come clean up with you...?

"Hmmm," Charlotte murmured, closing her eyes. "To be honest, I don't either."

Mordred laughed. "If you want to. Just don't push yourself too hard, alright?"

"Then let's just lay here" Lancelot smkled

Mythian nodded and held her arms up "will you help me up?"

Charlotte nodded and wrapped her arms around him.

Taking her hands, Mordred helped Mythian to her feet. As he moved to the bathroom he kept an arm around her waist. "Feeling alright?" he asked.

Lancelota kissed her forehead.

Mythian  nodded "yes, it's just harder to move with the baby"

Mordred kissed her forehead. "I love you." In the bathroom he stripped down and heated the water with a wave of his hand.

Mythian then began to struggle undressing. "help?"

Smirking, Mordred helped her out of her dress. As he moved to the tub, he offered her a hand to help her in.

Mythian accepted his hand then sat down slowly, leaning back in the tub, pulling her legs up as much as she could to make room for Mordred, but it wasn't much.

Mordred climbed in across from her, taking up what was left of the space. "The temperature okay, Myth?" he asked, relaxing against the side of the tub.

Mythian lifted her legs and put them into Mordred's lap to give him ,ore leg room. She nodded "it's warm"

"Good." Glancing at her, he asked, "Mind helping me wash up?"

Mythian nodded and grabbed a cloth then began rubbing soap on his his chest with it.

Mordred's eyes closed and he relaxed. "Thank you, my love."

Mythian nodded and began moving to clean lower on him.

"Myth," Mordred moaned, shifting. "Not a good idea."

Mythian frowned "why not? It needs to be cleaned"

"You'll drive me crazy," he breathed.

Mythian sighed "would you like to clean yourself then?"

Mordred hesitated. "No," he admitted softly. Offering her a quick grin, he added, "Besides, I get the feeling you'd kill me if I said yes."

Mythian smiled a little and then continued to clean him before moving onto his legs, she then began washing herself.

"Need help?" Mordred asked playfully.

Mythian blushed "if you are willing to help

"What's with the blush?" Mordred teased, taking the cloth and helping her wash up.

Mythian laughed a little "you just haven't washed me in awhile"

Mordred grinned. "That'll change soon." His touch was gentle and when he was done, he kissed her lightly before drawing back. "Feeling better?"

Mythian kissed back for a moment then nodded "Much better" she looked down st her stomach. "It's so big"

Mordred nodded. "It's strange to think our child is in there," he mused, brushing a hand against her stomach. "I wonder what it'll be."