"Aye, ye’ve never shown a wee bit of interest because he has—" Gawain was cut short by Davinia's finger in his face.
"Choose yer words carefully, Gawain. Ye seem to have forgotten that I was the only one who stood with ye during yer exile. I kept ye updated and informed about what ye needed to ken. Yer letters were a source of joy fer me every time I got them, and ye say I’ve taken interest in another. If ye were going to be like this, then why did ye send me that flower earlier today. Why did ye give me such high hopes if ye were going to insult me like this?" She sniffled, and Gawain felt the fight leave him. He reached out to her, but she evaded his touch.
"Davinia, I’m sorry. I did nae mean to make ye this upset. Please." He reached out once more, and she allowed him to hold her, pulling her to his chest with her head resting over his shoulder. "I was wrong, I should nae have insulted Hector, and I should have nae accused ye of anything. I just do nae want ye to choose Hector or any other man over me. I apologize if I’ve nae properly shown me true feelings to ye, but I honestly do like ye, Davinia. What I felt for Flora, I deluded meself when I was with her, but with ye, things are so much more different than before. Me feelings are more intense and completely honest so please, forgive me. I should have made me intentions clearer. Come with me. Let us find somewhere to sit."
She let Gawain lead her deeper into the gardens, her dress brushing against the flowers and shrubs. There was an occasional rustle in the flowerbeds before a rodent popped out into the night. They soon found a stone bench at a clearing. The canopy of trees above them swayed with the night breeze.
Gawain pulled her down on his lap on top of the bench, and she flushed a deep shade of red. "Gawain, I cannae—"
"Nae, one can see us." He pulled her closer to himself until their chests were pressed against each other. "I really am sorry, Davinia. I never knew ye felt that way, now that I ken, I’ll do better, so ye donnae have to doubt yerself."
"I apologize too. As I told ye before, Sir Hector is like an elder of some sort to us here. I remember when I first came to the castle. He did nae like me." Gawain raised a brow at her words, "Aye. He would scold me so much, at times, I would cry in private. I do nae ken what changed, but after a while, he loosened up with me."
Gawain knew why Hector stopped being so strict with Davinia, but it seemed as if she did not. He was not going to be the one to tell her, but he certainly would be the one to claim her before Hector had a chance to. Tilting her head, he raised a brow at her. "Davinia, may I kiss ye?" She blinked once, twice before looking away, her hair falling by her face to hide her flustered state. "Davinia, are ye uneasy with me?"
Her brows creased along with her fidgeting fingers before she shook her head. "Nae, I’m just nae used to this."
"Nae used to this?"
"I mean, I’ve nae done this with any man."
Gawain reached out to brush her hair behind her, she sucked in a breath, leaning into his touch.
As they looked at each other, his eyes moved down to her lips before he brought a finger up to gently brush over her bottom lip. "I hope ye will nae mind if I’m yer first." As she nodded, Gawain dipped his head down and pressed his mouth to hers, his stubble scratching against her chin as he tried to coax her. His arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her closer to him, and she put her hands in his hair, feeling the curly strands between her fingers.
Gawain pulled away but did not go far as Davinia's hands locked down on the back of his neck. He tried to catch his breath, without breaking eye contact with Davinia.
"Do it again." Her low voice in his ear had him leaning in for another kiss. He kissed her again and again, each moment more intense than the last.
Her hair was brushed away from her nape, exposing the soft baby hairs that curled there. Gawain pulled her closer as he pressed a kiss against her hairline. His lips lingered, her hair tickling his nose, and then he moved to the side of her neck, pressing harder, his tongue flicking her skin. She tensed in surprise but then relaxed, tilting her head, so her hair was out of his way as he moved up her neck, nibbling her earlobe and earning a soft whimper.
"Please, tell me to stop, Davinia. I do nae ken how to act when I’m with ye." Davinia shivered as he whispered in her ear. The garden was damn near empty. There were probably a few guards hanging around, but none close enough to notice the couple. Davinia only tilted his face upwards, pressing her lips to his rather boldly, their teeth clashing together for a moment earning a chuckle from Gawain, an embarrassed squeak from her. His hand ran down her sides before his fingers met at her back, toying with the strings of her corset. "Am I allowed to do this? This feels so unreal, holding ye like this in me arms."
Not trusting herself to give a coherent response, her hand went to the back of her dress and tugged at the first string before handing it over to Gawain. He patiently loosened her dress, sliding them off her shoulders, so they were resting over her chest. His lips found the soft skin of her neck once more, leaving a trail of kisses down her neck, covering her collarbones until he stopped at the beginning of her dress. She let go of the dress, letting the top half pill around her waist, exposing her bare chest to him. He pressed his lips to the crook of her neck once more as he cupped her breasts. He kissed down to her breasts, licking the curve as his fingers found her nipples.
She loved it. She loved everything he was doing to her, having never felt anything like such. His tongue expertly licked and teased her skin, making circles before pulling back and letting his lips do the work. And his hot breath against her skin had her digging her fingers into his hair, pulling him closer to her. Slowly, so slowly, he got closer to her nipple, which he still held between his fingers, occasionally squeezing, sometimes just a little too hard before releasing it right away, so she barely had time to register the pain.
He finally indulged her, giving one slow, long lick across her breast before kissing her nipple. She shivered in pleasure, feeling a tingle deep in her loins. With his other hand, he squeezed the other nipple, flicking it with his finger. She felt all warm and tingly between her legs and all throughout her body. She'd never experienced something like that before.
Not stopping, his hand moved under her dress, lifting the material until it was hiked up at her waist. "Gawain," she whispered, gasping as his tongue swiped over her nipple. "The guards...they will see."
"Nae, love. Try to keep as quiet as possible," he mumbled against her chest, feeling goosebumps rise on her skin.
"They might still see us." She tried to protest, but she didn't tell him to stop, shifting fully into his lap instead, his hands ran over her smooth thighs, looking up to see her bottom lip between her teeth, her eyes squeezed shut as his hand found its way between her thighs, immediately pressing down and rubbing feeling the way she tensed and then fell back against him with a muffled moan as he worked her. He rubbed faster, and she covered her mouth with her hand, trying to stifle the moans that choked in her throat.
It only took a few minutes for her to become a wet mess, her head lolling against his shoulder as she whimpered, his free arm wrapping around her waist to keep her from sliding out of his lap.
She squirmed in his lap as he slowly eased a finger into her. It slid in easily, her arousal drenching her, and she barely muffled the squeal that left her lips as he pushed in a second finger. He moved quickly, feeling her tremble and shiver and pant against him, a beautiful mess in his lap. Kissing the side of her neck again, he felt her tightening, realizing he might actually have her reach her peak. Here, in the middle of her sister's garden. This had to be the most daring thing he had ever done.
His breeches were constraining him painfully, and as she shifted and shook, he knew he had to get some relief at some point, or he would have the worst time later. He focused on her, her pleasure was his main priority.
Gawain pushed fingers in and out of her, curling them. There was a choked sudden gasp, followed by a low, muffled moan, and then he felt her go over the edge, her walls fluttering around his fingers as she shuddered and tensed, softly biting down on his shoulder to hide her scream. After a few moments, her body relaxed. She unclenched, allowing him to slide his coated fingers out of her before she fell back against him loosely, her chest heaving as she tried to keep from panting too loudly.
"Nae one noticed," Gawain whispered into her ear. She was still panting, and he readjusted her dress, and he frowned as she avoided looking at him, wondering if maybe he had pushed it too far.
"Davinia?" he leaned in close, “Was I too much? I’m so sorry. I should have asked if ye would be comfortable. Please do nae be—" She cut him off with a finger to his lips. Her breathing was still a little uneven, her blush rose all the way from her neck to her cheeks, her swollen lips moved to speak at first, but nothing came out. Leaning in close, so close her breath warmed the shell of his ear, she whispered her response.
"I’ve never felt anything this wonderful, Gawain."
