Neighbors: A Narrative Fiction

Throughout this story, Sir Gawain has shown his great personality, and his commitment to being a true knight. He proved that he was humble, self-disciplined, truthful, and had integrity. Gawain woke up one morning to find that the host's wife had crept in the room, and sat on his bed. She jokes that she had snuck in and captured him. Gawain plays along, until the wife tries to talk him into engaging sexually. Gawain continuously denies her requests politely. The Wife says that she would have married him instead if she could have. Sir Gawain was humble and expresses that her husband is a better man. she finally gives up, but requests a kiss. She continues this for the next two days, yet Gawain contains himself, and keeps his mind and body pure,

The soft words were enough to harden Booker’s cock, and grabbing Tom by the hand, he pulled him into the bedroom. He watched with growing arousal as Tom removed his boxers and lay on the bed. As he quickly undressed, he could feel two dark, soulful eyes watching his every move, and a shiver of excitement brought goose bumps to his flesh. However, he knew he needed to be patient and let Tom set the pace. The last thing he wanted to do was frighten him by coming on too strong.

“Fine, Gwaine,” moaned Arthur, running his hands though his blond hair. “But I swear to you, you can never tell anyone about this conversation as long as you live.”

During his years in Camelot, Gwaine had only been in this chamber a handful of times. Typically, his meetings with the king took place in more formal settings, or on the training field. He couldn't recall the last time when he had been summoned to speak with Arthur alone. The roguish knight felt a bit uneasy as he entered. He took a seat across the desk from Arthur and waited, twisting his hands nervously.

“You’re insatiable and I’m hungry,” she remarked while jumping out of bed before Ray had time to grab her. Heading for the bathroom, she turned her head to see him drop back down on the pillows putting his hands behind his head with a satisfied smile.

Since Percival and Rion woke early, they broke the fast in the Dining Hall instead of their quarters. Rion shoveled warm fennel porridge into his mouth, then announced he was off to see his puppy before lessons. He rushed away from the table, calling, "Goodbye, Father," over his shoulder as he ran.

After Percival spent a few more moments drinking and chatting with his friends, he and Rion bid the men a good night, and slipped back into their chamber. Deena and Ida must have finished nursing, because Fleur lay back with her eyes closed. The babies were swaddled in their cradle, quiet for the moment. However, Percival realized while one cradle was fine for the girls while they were so tiny, he would need a second one

Drea brought her laughter under control. “It appears as if Gawain contracted head louse, and Arthur demanded Gawain shave his head immediately so the pest wouldn’t spread through the army. When my husband refused, Arthur, Perceval, and Lionel held him down and shaved his head. Poor husband. I loved those thick locks of his.”

Leon ended his song, and Gwaine and Percival remained in their hiding spot, waiting for Leon to depart. After what seemed like an interminable wait, Leon’s head poked around the corner of the screen.

The room fell dead quiet for a moment, until finally, Gawain pitched over onto his back and cackled with hysterics.

“Why George,” asked Stephanie. “I am not scared of him and don’t care if he hears me.”

George slowly got out of bed and proceeded through his morning rituals. When finished, he purposely left off his jacket and tie and headed to the kitchen for

“Look!” Gwaine thrust a decaying book into Arthur’s hands. Though damaged by water and time, the drawings were all too clear. Arthur flipped through the pages, several of which were stuck together – he didn’t want to consider why – and saw a plethora of naked women engaging in sex acts. Together. And alone. In one drawing, there were so many nude women contorted into impossible positions, Arthur was not sure what was going on.

Percival gave one last yank on the locked metal pieces and they freed, but his hand flew up and his knuckles connected with Fleur’s jaw. The clack of her teeth knocking together made him wince. Horrified, he remained on top of her and held her face in his hands, examining her.

Gwaine cocked his head to the side. “No way. If you haven’t noticed, I think you’re fantastic.” He gave Percival a long, lingering kiss. “You don’t need to hide things from me, Perc. I like you just the way you