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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[impetuous]

[ 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. ]

[impetuous]

[ 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. ]

[videres]

[ 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. ]

[impetuous]

[ 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. ]

[impetuous]

[ 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. ]

[impetuous]

[ 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. ]

[impetuous]

[ 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. ]

[videres]

[ 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. ]

[impetuous]

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. ]

[videres]

[ 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. ]

[impetuous]

[ 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. ]

[impetuous]

[ Bed. Yes. He is more than happy to comply. Without breaking contact, he continues moving forward until her legs hit the edge of the bed. ]

[videres]

[ The second her legs hit the bed she gasps in surprise, tugging Gwaine with her as she falls backwards. Ah. Much better. ]

[impetuous]

[ He couldn't agree more. One of his knees and hands rests on the bed, in an attempt to keep most of his weight off of her. The other is fiddling with her sleeve, slowly pulling it out of the way to kiss her shoulder. ]

[videres]

[ It isn't hard, she even accommodates to make it easier, biting her bottom lip when the kiss touches her skin. Dear god. She tugs at his hair again, half attempt to drag him back to her lips. Though the motion is lazy, not exactly wanting to stop him exploring her flesh. ]

[impetuous]

[ What the lady wants, he is more than happy to oblige. He abandons her shoulder for her mouth, but his hand continues exploring her body. A thumb traces the underside of her breast. ]

[videres]

[ She content to let him explore with his lips back to hers, her body rising to his touch. ]

[impetuous]

[ He is all too willing to let the hours wile away in this manner. To forget the world outside even exists for a moment.

After, clothes left discarded and forgotten, he runs a comforting hand up and down her naked back, following every bump of her spine. ]

[videres]

[ She focuses on it, the feel of his hand running up and down her spine (Keeping the weight of their actions in the farthest corners of her mind). It is alluring, she thinks, tempting her to drift off into sleep and she hums softly. ]

[impetuous]

[ He makes a sound in response. When he speaks, his voice is low, but not quite a whisper. ]

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