Galahad/girl!Galahad

[lovely_ambition]

For the ages.

Galahad/Girl!Galahad. For melloniel



She was tiny, fourteen, and gorgeous.

And one other thing: familiar.

Galahad wasn't sure what to make of her, this slip of a thing with long legs and a chest to boot, wrapped up in his covers like she'd belonged there for her whole life. She was gorgeous. Every breath she took only served to accentuate her chest, rising and falling, snuggled up in Galahad's beddings. Her eyes were shut and she was asleep, long lashes falling over her cheek and her mouth parted as she slept, nightshirt hardly covering what it should. And...Galahad squinted. And that was Gawain's shirt.

He sat down beside her. "Hey," he whispered. "Miss, I know I'm often spoken of being a great charmer of incredible proportions, but women rarely simply appear in my bed."

She woke up slowly, eyes focused on him. A tiny yawn and she beamed. "Hi Galahad."

"You know me," he shrugged, passive. "Everyone does. Now, back to the important question. Why are you in my bed?" He grinned wickedly. "And does that mean I have an invitation to your body?"'

She giggled. "Galahad, don't be funny."

"What's your name?" Galahad prodded, just as quietly as before. "I'll need to know it when I'm kissing you." She just smiled and Galahad leaned in slowly, confused when she tilted her head at the last minute. "Miss?"

"I'm Galahad," she grinned. "I'm you and you're me, except I'm younger and a girl."

"And gorgeous!" Galahad stated bluntly.

She giggled again, leaning up. "I suppose it's not wrong to explore, right?" she exhaled the words breathily, warm breaths wafting over Galahad's collarbone. At the moment, he didn't care if this was himself as a girl, he only cared that he was curious and he was going...

She leaned in and kissed him.

Galahad closed his eyes, surprised, but gave back to that familiar mouth. 'Maybe she is me,' he thought, kissing those pink lips, and evoking the tiniest of gasps from her lips, a moan stuck deep in her throat, and a surprised little yelp in the cutest little tone possible. Galahad parted, his lips brushing down her neck, lower and lower and finally, he kissed down into the area of her chests where breasts parted, flat skin between the peaks.

"You're in Gawain's shirt," he murmured against her skin.

"Usually, Gawain is in me," she challenged him, back arching up and pushing her closer to his mouth. Galahad just laughed, loudly. "Is it the same here?"

"Quite," Galahad agreed. "He's helpless to my wiles."

"He always is."

And she moaned again and Galahad lost himself in curious bliss.