Title: Knight
Fandom: Kingsman
Rating: Teen
Length: 396 words
Content notes: nudity, not described
Author notes: sequel of sorts to Queen
Summary: A proposition, of a kind. Roxy visits Tilde after V-Day. Roxy/Tilde.

An invitation is on the tips of her lips—you look tired, would you like to stay the night?—to be said with an easy motion of opening her covers and allowing her bare legs to peek through. If her intruder is one type of woman, she'll remove her clothes and lie down under the covers, kissing her way down Tilde's skin. If Lancelot is a different type, she'll say thanks for the offer and fall asleep as soon as her head hits the pillow. Perhaps Lancelot would even turn her down; rejection is good for the ego, Tilde knows, despite not being very familiar with it. But once Lancelot takes a step closer, moonlight illuminating her body more clearly, Tilde decides on a better option.

"Would you like me to draw you a bath?" she asks, already pushing herself up and off her bed.

Lancelot rolls her eyes. "Do I look that bad?"

"You're beautiful, the parts of you that I can see through the mud and bruises," Tilde tells her, striding towards the second door in the room. "Coming? Or are you in a hurry?"

"I could stay," Lancelot says.

Her back to Lancelot, Tilde smiles, and enters the small adjoined room that holds a bath large enough for the two of them to swim in quite comfortably. She twists the knobs with a deft hand, remembering a time when visits to this palace meant stuffy formal appearances whose boredom could only be washed away with an hour's soak in a tub almost like this one, in her family's wing of the palace. The robe she wears is as hers as the room, frumpy and flower-adorned. Tilde shrugs it off, allowing it to fall to the floor. When she steps into the tub, the water's only ankle-deep.

And when Lancelot settles in beside her, similarly nude and just as lovely as Tilde thought, Tilde reaches for a sponge. Later, once free of the remains of her mission, Lancelot leans in for a kiss.

The next morning, Tilde awakens in her bed, her hair still just a little damp. The mattress beside her is cold and empty of a certain spy, but Tilde can't bring herself to mind. She has a country to bring back into shape.

And, she has a feeling this isn't the last she'll see of Lancelot. Tilde's looking forward to it.