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[anamuan]

(table # err, 5, i think, blatantly stolen from here.) I'm doing Merlin fandom, with a focus on Gwen and Morgana.

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057. Never Change

[anamuan]

"Never change," she whispers into the nape of Gwen's neck, hair pulled back away from the skin so Morgana can tuck her nose just there, curled around Gwen as she sleeps. Morgana will never be a quiet sleeper, even with the bracelet helping keep away the nightmares, but with Gwen close beside her, she sleeps through the night. In the morning, Gwen will ask her how she slept, and she will tell her that she'd never had a more restful night of sleep. Gwen will smile and run a finger along the pattern of the bracelet around Morgana's wrist, knowing, thankful. Morgana doesn't believe it's the amulet any more; she knows it's Gwen, better healing than magic.

Morgana sleeps curled around Gwen, as though she would shield her with her own body from any potential harm. Funny that Morgana is the one who needs Gwen's protection, even if Gwen doesn't seem to realize it.

*

"Never change," she laughs into Gwen's shoulder, stomach muscles aching, eyes scrunched tight from smiling. Gwen's laughing too, of course, because she never could keep a straight face. Her shoulders shake, bouncing them both around because Morgana insist on hiding her face in Gwen rather than buried in her own arms, or hidden behind a demure handkerchief. In a moment, Morgana will take deep gasping breaths and finally start to calm down. Then, when she finally lifts her head, she'll make the mistake of looking at Gwen and it will set them both off again.

*

"Never change," she'll command her, fierce, as if to keep her paused in time by sheer force of will. She wants Gwen to always look exactly like this, beautiful, falling apart under her touch. Gwen’s head is thrown back; the sweat on the long line of her neck catches in the candlelight, more magic than anything in the old religion. Morgana holds her hips down against the bed until she raises her head, a little, though Gwen would have done it whether Morgana had waited or not. Her eyes search out Morgana’s, even though they’re blown so wide with desire Morgana wonders if she can still see, or if it’s some strange form of muscle memory.

Morgana will lick a slow swatch up the soft skin of her belly, and her hands will twist themselves to knots in the sheets. Gwen will shake herself apart in a moment, trembling all to pieces, and Morgana will think it again, even if she doesn’t bother saying it. Morgana wants to memorize her just like this, wants the moment to last forever because that way she can keep it for eternity.

*

"Never change," she'd murmur, pressing a quick kiss to the top of Gwen's head. The kiss will get lost in the now-silver curls, but the words won't. Gwen will lift her head when she hears. She'll grin at Morgana, perhaps, full of mischief, and say,

"Whatever milady wishes," as though she were still just a serving girl. Or, perhaps she'll smile at Morgana, nearly tender, and offer her the rest of her life, if she'll have it, as though Morgana would ever choose to be without her Gwen.