i won't let you choke on the noose around your neck

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ᴡʜᴏ: Morgana & Gwaine
ᴡʜᴀᴛ: Valentine's Shenanigans.
ᴡʜᴇɴ: Feb. 11th - 13th
ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ: Morgana's now Valentine's themed room. CURSE YOU CASTLE.
ʀᴀᴛɪɴɢ: ... THINGS HAPPENED. RATING GONE UP TO R. JUST TO BE SAFE.




[ When she wakes it is with a start, body tensing as her eyes snap open. She's not a deep sleeper, not like a long shot, unless thoroughly exhausted. So how he managed to climb into her bed without her waking is a mystery to her. Even more so than why he would come all the way from the town just to--

Sitting up suddenly, she pulls the blankets to herself, shuffling towards the edge of her bed in an attempt to put space between them. ]

Gwaine. [ Wake up. Now. And please get the hell out of her bed. ] Gwaine.

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Gwaine? [ Her thoughts begin to stir, worry and fear grip them as they spiral down. Wondering did she do something cause this? Self-centered thoughts. She chides herself for them. Stupid.

There is much she doesn't know about him, neither of them have been very open about themselves around each other. There could be a number of reasons for him to act like he did, reason she can only guess with what limited knowledge she has of him. It may be the trapped feeling that scratches on the edge of her mind, that inescapable feeling she can never shake.

She has had time to come to terms with her cage, but she never reconciled with it fully. Only accepted it to a point.

With a hesitant step she walks over to him, gaze glued to his back watching the tension build. She discards words, placing a hand on his back, gentle with the silent promise of comfort. Of support. It's all she can do, all she can offer. After a moment she steps closer, her hand remaining where it is, until finally her forehead joins her hand. ]

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[ He raises his chin slightly at the sound of his name. He begins turning his head—and stops. He does not know what to tell her when he faces her. Sorry you're stuck with me? Not much he can do about it. Give me a minute? It sounds too much like admitting a weakness. Leave me be? Where the hell could she go seeing as they are locked in together? Don't…? Don't what?

He startles when he feels her hand on his back. He had not felt or heard her approach. He freezes, feeling oddly like the prey caught in the eye of a hunter. When she rests her forehead against him, he lets out a breath he did not know he was holding. Gwaine inhales, eyes closing again as he crosses a hand to the opposite shoulder to find hers. Fingertips over fingertips, just the lightest brush to acknowledge her presence. The words–half-formed, unordered, senseless–catch in his throat. He cannot explain how her warmth and steady pressure against him are comforting so he does not try. He settles for the whispered caress of his fingers over hers. ]

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[ It astounds her when he doesn't shrug her off, when instead she feels his fingers brush over hers. She exhales softly, relief washing over her like a flood. Those ridiculous fears of rejection melting away into nothing. She closes her eyes, making no effort to move away, a thumb brushing faintly over clothing. A reminder, a confirmation that she won't be going anywhere anytime soon. He can take all the time he needs. ]

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[ It does not take him too long. As much of a relief as it may be, it is only a reminder that he has a witness. Inhaling, he swallows thickly and finally turns around. He has not let go of her hand, almost cradling it in his as he faces her. They are still very close together as he raises her hand to his mouth to press a kiss to its back. ]

I apologize for my behavior, my lady. It shan't happen again.

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[ She shakes her head and a faint, understanding smile makes its way onto her lips. ] You needn't apologize, Gwaine. As you have done nothing to apologize for.

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[ He smiles. Still holding their hands between them, he shifts his hold so their fingers are laced together. His thumb rubs circles into her palm. His other hand comes up to brush a strand of hair over the flower still in her hair, effectively framing the tiny bloom against her face. ]

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[ Her smile grows, lighting up her face with a soft flustered glow. There he goes again, doing things that make her heart skip a beat and her face warm. ]

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[ When he leans in to her, the kiss just a graze of lips, he is unthinking. She is beautiful and she is kind and she is warm in his arms and that is enough for him at this moment. ]

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[ Her mind races, she can hardly stop it. ] Gwaine– [ She acts before her thoughts can catch up, giving into her impulses. To kiss him again. ]

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[ He may regret this later. Correction: he will berate himself after this. For now, for however long this lasts, he manages to snuff out the tiny voice with its stream of warnings about this, about Morgana, about what may—will—happen to him if anyone learns of this. His hand traces a path from her ear to her jawline. With gentle pressure, he tilts her face up to allow better access. He drops her hand in order to wrap his arm around her waist, his hand pressed against the small of her back. ]

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[ They shouldn't be doing this. She knows. Bells ring loudly in her head, screaming warnings she already knows. They're pushes aside, put away for another time, at another moment that is not this one. Regrets can come later. She intends to enjoy the moment while it lasts.

Her hands rests on his chest, fingers gripping fabric lightly, pressing herself closer. ]

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[ His hand climbs again into her hair, luxuriating in the feel of her dark locks between his fingers. The flower, disturbed, falls, but Gwaine does not notice. The hand on Morgana's back spasms shut across her dress. He pulls her as close as he can. Gwaine can feel the beating of her heart as he continues kissing her, lost in the feel of her mouth moving under his. ]

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[ She has a vase full of them, one is not much of a loss. It can be replaced easily. But that is not important, no, it does not even cross her mind. She is far too overcome with him, the warmth of him, the feel of his mouth. A hand lets go of his shirt and moves up his neck, to rest on the back of his neck. She can feel her heartbeat pick up, thundering in her chest (in her head). And she forgets all about being trapped. ]

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[ He is far divorced from what those who know him may joke is the nonexistent rational part of his mind. Nevertheless, there is a tiny piece that will not be quiet, that continues to remind him acerbically that this (whatever this turns out to be) is only happening because of the castle. It is only behind walls and closed doors that this has any chance. It is not just stone and magic restraining them.

He tries to drown the thoughts in her lips, almost sipping from them as if delighting in a fine wine. He is just barely aware he is dipping her, his arms tensing to hold her safely. What brushes of skin against skin there are are electrifying to him. ]

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[ She's almost content with this. Whatever it is. This thing that only exists in secret, away from prying eyes. Almost. It is better this way, no one gets hurt (physically) and they don't have to put a name to it.

It barely registers when her other hand joins it's fellow, fingers brushing over skin before it moves to his hair. She keeps herself pressed as close to him as possible, smothering what little space is between them. Even as she breaks the kiss (hesitantly, as her lungs are protesting) she stays close. Lips and breath brushing against his while she remembers how to breathe. ]

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[ He is all too unwilling to break it off entirely. While lingering, a light peck to her lips, he shifts the hand on her back higher to support her while the other abandons her hair to tiptoe down her arm to her hand on his neck. Laying his hand over hers, he brings it forward. Eyes almost closed—just a tiny sliver of a darkened iris to be seen—he presses a kiss to the back of her fingers and turns her hand over to kiss the inside of her palm and the soft skin of her inner wrist. Then he is just nuzzling her palm lightly and quietly observing Morgana from under lowered eyelashes. ]

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[ She watches through hair lidded eyes. Fingers twitching as his lips brush over her skin, his kisses practically electric. She shivers, inhaling sharply, fighting to control her breathing. It is uneven at best and she wants to kiss him again, to steal his breath has he done hers, to drink up every taste every kiss like her very life hinges on it. ]

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[ When he moves to kiss her again, he is not as careful. Emboldened, he closes the brief distance that had opened between them. His right hand sinks again to her lower back. His other hand rests Morgana's hand on his neck where he had lifted it from; his left also descends, cradling her waist. He draws senseless designs through the material of her dress. ]

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[ She throws caution to the wind when she returns the kiss, returning it with a little more force and certainty. Fingers curl within his hair, her other hand gripping the back of his neck. A soft noise echoes in her throat and she shivers again, her nerves practically alight with the senseless things he draws on her back. Even through the fabric of her dress. ]

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[ Smiling into the kiss, he nips at her lips. Note to self: have her take lead. It is sexy. Separating from her mouth, he litters a trail of kisses down her jawline and back. ]

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[ The next noise to leave her is a protest, albeit a weak one. She can hardly complain when litters her jawline with kisses. She makes another when his lips return to hers, dragging her teeth across his bottom lip lightly. ]

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Morgana…

[ He shifts his weight from leg to leg to prevent the climbing cramp. Brushing her hair away from her ivory neck, he trails kisses down its length. ]

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[ She thinks her heart stops, for a good few seconds that feels like forever, when her name reaches her ears. It sounds so different in the hushed tones, yet bounces loudly off the walls. She commits the sound of it to memory and tilts her head, granting him further access to her neck. ]

Gwaine... [ It comes out half gasped, half spoken but thick with something she dare not put a name to. ]

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[ Gwaine has heard his name whispered and screamed in the throes of passion. It always pleases him. To hear that kind of naked pleasure in another's voice and to know it is because of him.  Egoistic certainly, but true. However, this is the first time his breath hitches and his stomach clenches, not altogether uncomfortably. He plucks at her dress, ducking his head to mouth at her skin, pressing damp points across her collarbone. He inhales deeply, almost giddy on the scent emanating from her skin. ]

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[ She lets out a breathy moan, every touch of his lips to her skin sending electric pulses through her body. Practically making her putty in his hands. Fingers tug lightly on his hair and she takes a blind step backwards, towards the bed. ]