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

[videres]

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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[videres]

If you are lucky, the wonders will not cease.

[impetuous]

Don't mind me. I think I want to claim one now.

[ He shifts them so that he is on top, a knee digging into the mattress between hers to keep as much of his weight off her as he can manage without sacrificing the feel of the slender lines of her body against his.

Her mouth is intoxicating. ]

[videres]

[ She has hardly the time to laugh before his mouth has claimed her own. She grins into the kiss, unable to stop herself. He has to be given some sort of credit, for so effortlessly making her forget her dream. ]

[impetuous]

[ He has several ideas as to how he can be given due credit, most of which should be very obvious by what he is doing. Nevertheless, he would be lying if he said this was solely to distract her. He wants this, selfishly, irresponsibly, but want it he does. His hands are splayed against her skin; he kisses her deeply, tongue fanning across her lower lip. ]

[videres]

[ She would be lying if she said she does not share that desire. The selfish, near uncontrollable, desire to indulge in this. Until no rational thought is left in her mind. Nothing sway her. The consequences can wait.

She sighs into the kiss, returning it in kind. Her own hands moving up his arms onto his back, tracing nonsense across skin. ]

[impetuous]

[ He shudders when she brushes against the fresh nail tracks left on his back, but even that is altogether pleasurable. His hand runs down her thigh to her knee, softly urging her to drag her leg up as he does. He settles more comfortably, never once breaking the kiss. The sheets begin to drag off them, then tighten as they are pinned with the shift in movement. ]

[videres]

[ She's more than happy to drag her leg up at his urging. Fingers dragging over the tracks she had previously left. Teeth drag over his bottom lip, nails dig into his back and her other hand moves to his hair. ]

[impetuous]

[ He separates from her lips to hide his face against her neck. The dragon scale and ring hanging from his neck drop onto her chest, slowly stealing bits of her warmth. He pants against her collarbone, his arms tightening around her. ]

[videres]

[ She gasps out a moan, movements coming to match his as she creates new set tracks along his back. A new set of battle wounds that no one will ever see. What a shame. ]

[impetuous]

[ He'll bear them with pride anyway and carry the phantom feel of them long after they have faded. His back protests her brief violence, the lines stinging, but he only chuckles into the bend of her neck and shoulder. Nudging her face to the side his lips find a place on her neck easily hidden by the fall of her dark locks. He sucks enough to rupture the thin capillaries just under her skin, allowing the blood to pool in a dark ring over time his mouth would fit perfectly. ]

[videres]

[ The next sound to leave her starts out as a protest, that melts quickly into a pleasured sigh. She stops raking marks along his back, in favor of ghosting her fingers across the skin of his shoulder blades. To motion as urging as as her quickening breath, his name barely able make it past her lips. ]

[impetuous]

[ He clutches at her, trying to erase all space between them, burying his everything in her heat, in her scent, in her smooth and supple skin. When he nears the edge, he pulls her up with him so she sits astride him. His hands grasp her back like a castaway to shore. ]

[videres]

[ She clings him to just as much, nails digging into his scalp and back. Only to decorate his skin with more marks of red, moving with him and pushing past the edge. ]

[impetuous]

[ As he comes down from his high, he strokes her arm in long, light sweeps. He kisses her naked shoulder before dropping his forehead on it as he tries to control his breathing. ]

[videres]

[ What is breathing? What is air? It takes her lungs a moment to remember how to function, her mind just as long to remember that it is supposed to tell her lungs to function. Fingers moving to brush gently over skin in some half hearted apology. Drifting back down to the tempting comfort of the bed, dragging him with her as she goes. ]

[impetuous]

[ Gwaine lies on top of her while he trains to will his arms to support his weight again. Pulling out of her, he drops beside her, twitching a pillow under his head. He strokes her arm sleepily. ]

[videres]

[ Without the warm, she lazily pulls the sheets closer to herself, shifting to get herself comfortable. She watches him for a moment with a sleepy smile before her eyes slide close. ]

[impetuous]

[ He continues stroking her arm until he believes her asleep. He is tired—exhausted really—but he has no desire to sleep. He sits up, trying to disturb the bed as little as possible. Finding his pants on the floor, he pulls them on and stands up. Padding to the table, he picks up the bottle with the leftover wine from breakfast and pours himself a glass. Taking a sip, he faces the window. When he reaches it, he does not try to open it. He looks out to the grounds below, everything still covered in an unnatural blanket of white. The wine turns bitter on his tongue. He tries to get rid of the taste with another swallow, draining the glass. Acerbic it remains, but it warms him. The frown he did not know he had softens to the barest knitting of his brows. Resting his head against the windowsill, he exhales, closing his eyes. ]