I will blow your frozen fingers warm . . .
Titile: Sleep Deprivation
Fandom: Merlin
Ship: Gwen/Morgana
Written for kinkme_merlin
(A/N: Gwen and Morgana are University students, both studying Art - since I couldn't fit that in as a fact.)
It was approximately three am when Gwen woke up alone to the sound of the kettle whistling.
She rolled out of bed and pulled on a dressing gown, damning Morgana’s obsession with everything vintage under her breath. There was no way she would get back to sleep now, her student mentality coupled with the fact she was a light sleeper insisting that she was wide awake after only five and a half hours.
She pulled the plug out of the kettle and made herself a coffee. The steam opened her eyes and the heat opened her throat. Yep, definitely awake.
She stepped into the doorway to the living room, nursing her mug and leaning against the doorway.
Morgana was seated on the sofa, their shared laptop on the coffee table, one hand holding her chin and one hand typing slowly and awkwardly. Her hand paused after hitting the backspace several times and Gwen watched her attention move from the screen to the shagbands around her wrist, to out of the living room completely.
Gwen sipped her coffee, taking in all that Morgana is, because this would make for a great modern pre-Raphaelite style painting; Morgana’s hair that has come completely wild thanks to Morgana’s habit of running her hands through it and pulling out tiny locks when she’s working, her tired eyes and her massive blue sweater - stolen from Arthur - making interesting folds across her back and waist.
Morgana’s eyes closed completely for about thirty seconds before snapping open and re-reading the words on the screen as fast as possible. Her eyes are ever-so-slightly bloodshot and her nails worried to the point of near-extinction.
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Gwen waited for Morgana’s eyes to start to close before moving softly to the sofa next to her. She tugged softly on Morgana’s sleeve to coax her closer.
Morgana leant towards Gwen, who guided her slowly to her lap, where she had placed a sofa cushion. Gwen pulled the laptop to the other side of the coffee table, skimmed it over, and started to type.