A Knight's Tale Slash William/Adhemar Sweet Revenge Part 2 PG
Sweet Revenge Part 2
Jocelyn found Adhemar lying on William's bed. There was not a excess of clothing or empty space between the two of them. There was some overlapping of underdressed body parts. Jocelyn did them the great favor of waking them with a deafening screech. They both groaned at the noise, which sounded like a hundred lances going through their heads. On seeing her, they tried to get up. Their legs - being entangled - made them fall off the bed together in an even more compromising way.
"And to think I came over because I was worried about you!" Jocelyn yelled at William hardly sparing a glare for her husband.
"Jocelyn," William exclaimed breathlessly as if he only then recognized her.
"I thought he might have killed you!" she screamed.
William put his hands over his ears. Adhemar withstood the noise more manfully as he tried to extricate himself from William.
"And why should I do that, my dear wife? Poor William here has done nothing wrong," Adhemar said composing himself rather quickly for a man filled with that much ale and only recently entwined with a shirtless William.
"Now he has!" Jocelyn accused. She pointed a finger at the bedding in disarray.
"I have not!" William said as he got up resolutely, tripping Adhemar as he tried to get up.
Adhemar cursed him as he took a more dignified position on the floor with his back against the bed, relieved that he at least had on a shirt, unlike William.
"It is your own fault, Jocelyn. The boy did what he did to in an attempt to protect your ... Him! My God! That redheaded rodent!" Adhemar’s outrage got the better of him and he bellowed.
William covered his ears.
"He has passion!" Jocelyn yelled back.
William sank to the bed. He didn't want to think about Jocelyn and Wat and passion.
"He has lice! And vermin in his... my God. I will never touch you again!" Adhemar retorted, horrified.
"Now that you have William!" Jocelyn accused.
"Now that you have every pestilence that filthy donkey has shared with you!"
"That will suit me fine!" she said to Adhemar. Then turning to William she became grave. "I am so disappointed in you, William."
"I haven’t done anything," William protested, standing up again, clearly perturbed at the idea. He looked to Adhemar for confirmation, but Adhemar only looked back at him without a word.
Jocelyn left the tent in a swirl of outraged fabric.
"And no redheaded children will have an inheritance from me!" Adhemar yelled after her.
William glared at Adhemar, but it took Adhemar a few moments to notice as he was searching for the items that he discarded all over the tent in his drunkenness.
"And what is your complaint?" he asked William haughtily. "After all it was you who got me drunk."
"You didn’t deny her accusation."
"I did not care to," Adhemar said with all the dignity of a man searching for his pants.
"Now she’ll think... and..." William stammered. He pointed to the bed and then to Adheamr who was bending over to pick up his pants.
"Oh for God’s sake you sound like him."
"Who?"
"The redheaded varlet!"
"Wat’s alright," William said mildly.
Adhamar gave William a look that he hoped would tell him what he thought of his squire. William sighed.
"You aren’t going to do anything permanent to Wat, are you?"
Adhemar only looked at William since in truth he hadn’t decided what he would do seeing that such an eventuality had never occurred to him.
"She seemed quite bothered." Adhemar said, thinking.
"She has strange ideas in her head. Like you."
William was sitting on his bed holding his head in his hands so that his face was out of sight, and his hair passed between his fingers.
"I haven’t gotten this drunk, since..." the boy left off clearly not wanting to finish.
He raised his head and flicked a glance at Adhemar as if to see if he knew what he was going to say. Adhemar gave him a piercing look. Perhaps seeing the look as a challenge, William looked right back at him.
"Since your wedding to the woman I loved," William stated bluntly.
"You should thank me. You would have been no match for her. As it is, I can barely handle her."
"Handle her? When?"
"Don’t let these little rebellions fool you."
"Not me," William said mock seriously.
Clearly, he did not think much of Adhemar's control over his wife. Jocelyn never ceased to embarrass him. Now this latest disgrace. In the face of it, Adhemar wondered why he could not hold onto his anger from last night. It came to him faintly like sounds from a distant battle, occasionally reaching a pitch before dying down again. He should have been in the thick of it. It should have had his blood surging. The night of drinking had blurred it, just as Thatcher intended.
Looking at William as he got dressed, Adhemar considered the pleasures of manifold revenge. Old grudges and new could be redressed. Even revenge without violence might give him satisfaction if in one stroke it hurt so many. In the midst of his groaning, William caught Adhemar's look. Adhemar affected an innocent face immediately. It must have been less than convincing.
"Look here..." William started to say.
Adhemar smiled. This also failed to put William at ease.
"We should do this again," Adhemar proposed before he left.
To be continued
Jocelyn found Adhemar lying on William's bed. There was not a excess of clothing or empty space between the two of them. There was some overlapping of underdressed body parts. Jocelyn did them the great favor of waking them with a deafening screech. They both groaned at the noise, which sounded like a hundred lances going through their heads. On seeing her, they tried to get up. Their legs - being entangled - made them fall off the bed together in an even more compromising way.
"And to think I came over because I was worried about you!" Jocelyn yelled at William hardly sparing a glare for her husband.
"Jocelyn," William exclaimed breathlessly as if he only then recognized her.
"I thought he might have killed you!" she screamed.
William put his hands over his ears. Adhemar withstood the noise more manfully as he tried to extricate himself from William.
"And why should I do that, my dear wife? Poor William here has done nothing wrong," Adhemar said composing himself rather quickly for a man filled with that much ale and only recently entwined with a shirtless William.
"Now he has!" Jocelyn accused. She pointed a finger at the bedding in disarray.
"I have not!" William said as he got up resolutely, tripping Adhemar as he tried to get up.
Adhemar cursed him as he took a more dignified position on the floor with his back against the bed, relieved that he at least had on a shirt, unlike William.
"It is your own fault, Jocelyn. The boy did what he did to in an attempt to protect your ... Him! My God! That redheaded rodent!" Adhemar’s outrage got the better of him and he bellowed.
William covered his ears.
"He has passion!" Jocelyn yelled back.
William sank to the bed. He didn't want to think about Jocelyn and Wat and passion.
"He has lice! And vermin in his... my God. I will never touch you again!" Adhemar retorted, horrified.
"Now that you have William!" Jocelyn accused.
"Now that you have every pestilence that filthy donkey has shared with you!"
"That will suit me fine!" she said to Adhemar. Then turning to William she became grave. "I am so disappointed in you, William."
"I haven’t done anything," William protested, standing up again, clearly perturbed at the idea. He looked to Adhemar for confirmation, but Adhemar only looked back at him without a word.
Jocelyn left the tent in a swirl of outraged fabric.
"And no redheaded children will have an inheritance from me!" Adhemar yelled after her.
William glared at Adhemar, but it took Adhemar a few moments to notice as he was searching for the items that he discarded all over the tent in his drunkenness.
"And what is your complaint?" he asked William haughtily. "After all it was you who got me drunk."
"You didn’t deny her accusation."
"I did not care to," Adhemar said with all the dignity of a man searching for his pants.
"Now she’ll think... and..." William stammered. He pointed to the bed and then to Adheamr who was bending over to pick up his pants.
"Oh for God’s sake you sound like him."
"Who?"
"The redheaded varlet!"
"Wat’s alright," William said mildly.
Adhamar gave William a look that he hoped would tell him what he thought of his squire. William sighed.
"You aren’t going to do anything permanent to Wat, are you?"
Adhemar only looked at William since in truth he hadn’t decided what he would do seeing that such an eventuality had never occurred to him.
"She seemed quite bothered." Adhemar said, thinking.
"She has strange ideas in her head. Like you."
William was sitting on his bed holding his head in his hands so that his face was out of sight, and his hair passed between his fingers.
"I haven’t gotten this drunk, since..." the boy left off clearly not wanting to finish.
He raised his head and flicked a glance at Adhemar as if to see if he knew what he was going to say. Adhemar gave him a piercing look. Perhaps seeing the look as a challenge, William looked right back at him.
"Since your wedding to the woman I loved," William stated bluntly.
"You should thank me. You would have been no match for her. As it is, I can barely handle her."
"Handle her? When?"
"Don’t let these little rebellions fool you."
"Not me," William said mock seriously.
Clearly, he did not think much of Adhemar's control over his wife. Jocelyn never ceased to embarrass him. Now this latest disgrace. In the face of it, Adhemar wondered why he could not hold onto his anger from last night. It came to him faintly like sounds from a distant battle, occasionally reaching a pitch before dying down again. He should have been in the thick of it. It should have had his blood surging. The night of drinking had blurred it, just as Thatcher intended.
Looking at William as he got dressed, Adhemar considered the pleasures of manifold revenge. Old grudges and new could be redressed. Even revenge without violence might give him satisfaction if in one stroke it hurt so many. In the midst of his groaning, William caught Adhemar's look. Adhemar affected an innocent face immediately. It must have been less than convincing.
"Look here..." William started to say.
Adhemar smiled. This also failed to put William at ease.
"We should do this again," Adhemar proposed before he left.
To be continued