somnium (merlin, gwen/lancelot, r)
I am completely struck by the Love Triangle of Camelot and the angst it potentially brings (and the angst it has already brought) Gwen. And as much as it makes me feel for Gwen - GOD, it's also bitterly delicious. Like dark chocolate, which is food of the gods. Anyway:
somnium - Gwen/Lancelot, kind of implied Arthur/Gwen - R - 543 words
Insomnia hurts, but Gwen's dreams hurt worse.
Author's Note: Somnium is a (fitting) Latin noun that means "dream, nonsense, fancy." Coda to 2.04, "Lancelot and Guinevere." Also, it seems in the show that Gwen stays in Morgana's antechamber at night to tend to her, but here, Morgana's let her stay at home, knowing how sleep-deprived Gwen is. I hope that's clear in the fic. o_o
somnium
Gwen drearily gets up for the light knocking at the door. She’s been unable to sleep since returning to Camelot, haunted by thoughts of -
Lancelot.
He cups her face as he enters, kisses her and she shuts the door quickly so he can press her against it.
I had to return to Camelot. For you, always for you.
No, Gwen barely whispers, and then stops thinking because Lancelot is warm and desperate and it incites the same feelings in her, and she remembers that he’s the only tangible thing she has.
He tries to guide her to the bed, but she won’t let him, not the bed that her father’s slept in. Instead, she lets him undress her against the door because, after all, she’s but a servant, and doesn’t deserve any better. She knows this, but will not tell Lancelot.
When they’re both naked, Lancelot stares at her wonderingly. She tries to cover herself with her hands, but he takes them and kisses her palms, moving to kiss her collarbone, the area between her breasts, her shivering stomach. He flicks a tongue against her where she’s already wet, and she pulls her hands away from where he’s holding them to run them through his hair. She’s gasping and can barely hold herself up when he stands up again, letting her fling her legs over his waist for support.
He goes slowly at first, kissing Gwen from her neck to her lips when he breaks her hymen. She digs her nails into his back, arches against the door, worries that it might break and they’ll fall out into the street, doesn’t care.
Lancelot slides a hand down, letting it glide against Gwen’s hypersensitive belly before sliding it along her clitoris until Gwen whimpers and contracts around him, whimpering helplessly. Lancelot pulls out quickly before he, too, comes, liquid sliding down her stomach. He kisses her quickly before she unties her legs from his waist, finds the floor and practically falls down from their weakness. Lancelot sits down next to her, pulling a handkerchief from his trousers and gently touching Gwen’s stomach as he wipes the come off her. She’s still sensitive to his touch, and squirms slightly.
You’re not staying, are you. Gwen needn’t ask, she only has to look at his face, the post-coital exhaustion laced with faint worry.
You don’t understand, he may begin, only Gwen isn’t sure because she cuts him off regardless.
I don’t want to understand.
He looks up at her sadly. I’m sorry.
They avoid one another’s gaze until they’re at the door again, in rewind. Lancelot repeats himself, Gwen doesn’t listen.
I will return to you. I promise.
He kisses her on the cheek before he’s out the door, not once looking back. Gwen wipes the hot tears from her cheeks, goes to the bed and collapses in it.
She awakens with a start, her cheeks hot, faint whimpering coming from her lips. She tries to stop her sobbing, but can’t.
She looks at the door, and as soon as she does, she realizes that sleep, while welcome after so many nights of insomnia, can bring horrid lying dreams.
She chokes on her tears and falls back against the pillow, cursing all of it till dawn.
somnium - Gwen/Lancelot, kind of implied Arthur/Gwen - R - 543 words
Insomnia hurts, but Gwen's dreams hurt worse.
Author's Note: Somnium is a (fitting) Latin noun that means "dream, nonsense, fancy." Coda to 2.04, "Lancelot and Guinevere." Also, it seems in the show that Gwen stays in Morgana's antechamber at night to tend to her, but here, Morgana's let her stay at home, knowing how sleep-deprived Gwen is. I hope that's clear in the fic. o_o
somnium
Gwen drearily gets up for the light knocking at the door. She’s been unable to sleep since returning to Camelot, haunted by thoughts of -
Lancelot.
He cups her face as he enters, kisses her and she shuts the door quickly so he can press her against it.
I had to return to Camelot. For you, always for you.
No, Gwen barely whispers, and then stops thinking because Lancelot is warm and desperate and it incites the same feelings in her, and she remembers that he’s the only tangible thing she has.
He tries to guide her to the bed, but she won’t let him, not the bed that her father’s slept in. Instead, she lets him undress her against the door because, after all, she’s but a servant, and doesn’t deserve any better. She knows this, but will not tell Lancelot.
When they’re both naked, Lancelot stares at her wonderingly. She tries to cover herself with her hands, but he takes them and kisses her palms, moving to kiss her collarbone, the area between her breasts, her shivering stomach. He flicks a tongue against her where she’s already wet, and she pulls her hands away from where he’s holding them to run them through his hair. She’s gasping and can barely hold herself up when he stands up again, letting her fling her legs over his waist for support.
He goes slowly at first, kissing Gwen from her neck to her lips when he breaks her hymen. She digs her nails into his back, arches against the door, worries that it might break and they’ll fall out into the street, doesn’t care.
Lancelot slides a hand down, letting it glide against Gwen’s hypersensitive belly before sliding it along her clitoris until Gwen whimpers and contracts around him, whimpering helplessly. Lancelot pulls out quickly before he, too, comes, liquid sliding down her stomach. He kisses her quickly before she unties her legs from his waist, finds the floor and practically falls down from their weakness. Lancelot sits down next to her, pulling a handkerchief from his trousers and gently touching Gwen’s stomach as he wipes the come off her. She’s still sensitive to his touch, and squirms slightly.
You’re not staying, are you. Gwen needn’t ask, she only has to look at his face, the post-coital exhaustion laced with faint worry.
You don’t understand, he may begin, only Gwen isn’t sure because she cuts him off regardless.
I don’t want to understand.
He looks up at her sadly. I’m sorry.
They avoid one another’s gaze until they’re at the door again, in rewind. Lancelot repeats himself, Gwen doesn’t listen.
I will return to you. I promise.
He kisses her on the cheek before he’s out the door, not once looking back. Gwen wipes the hot tears from her cheeks, goes to the bed and collapses in it.
She awakens with a start, her cheeks hot, faint whimpering coming from her lips. She tries to stop her sobbing, but can’t.
She looks at the door, and as soon as she does, she realizes that sleep, while welcome after so many nights of insomnia, can bring horrid lying dreams.
She chokes on her tears and falls back against the pillow, cursing all of it till dawn.