Sometimes At Night (NC-17)
Title: Sometimes At Night
author: femmenoire
fandom: Merlin/Game of Thrones (crossover)
Characters/Pairing: Gwen/Robb, Gwen/Arthur
She’d long since stopped caring about titles and gold and gowns.
People bowing to her and deferring to her whims never held much appeal
Arthur had changed
He used to run his hands along her forearm
Reveling in the warmth of skin against skin, even if only his fingertips felt the soft hair on her arms
He used to lean in close at court dinners, pretending to whisper in her ear just to take a long whiff of her perfume
Rose water
Now it was heirs
And the kingdom
Legacies
And birthrights
At night she lay in bed
Tossing and turning
Alone
The King’s chamber next door
Just feet from her own
She didn’t miss him, even though she thought she would
She reminisced instead
On hands, only lightly roughened by a sword
The warm, musky scent of horse and wolf
A warm mouth between her legs
She wondered if he was a dream
If it was magic
Something a sorcerer conjured to tempt her
And lead her astray
She would thank the magician if she could
The thought of Robb
Hot and sweaty atop her
His lips on her forehead
Whispering into the air
Moaning her name
Bruising her skin in lust and frustration
“I want all of you,” he’d say
She laughed
“Impossible,” she said. “I have to keep something for myself.”
She was wrong
He’s gone, she knew
Felt it, somewhere deep inside
No one would tell her, no one could tell her
His homeland was a fairytale Camelot mothers told their children to scare them
“A winter that lasts for decades. Do you want that? Then eat your vegetables”
But he was real, she kept telling herself
He felt real
She lay in her bed
The castle was quiet, not even the bakers called to each other that night while they rolled out tomorrow’s dough
Her hand slipped underneath her covers
She remembered running her fingers through his curls
His smile
She came
And wept
And fell asleep to the sound of Arthur’s snores
author: femmenoire
fandom: Merlin/Game of Thrones (crossover)
Characters/Pairing: Gwen/Robb, Gwen/Arthur
She’d long since stopped caring about titles and gold and gowns.
People bowing to her and deferring to her whims never held much appeal
Arthur had changed
He used to run his hands along her forearm
Reveling in the warmth of skin against skin, even if only his fingertips felt the soft hair on her arms
He used to lean in close at court dinners, pretending to whisper in her ear just to take a long whiff of her perfume
Rose water
Now it was heirs
And the kingdom
Legacies
And birthrights
At night she lay in bed
Tossing and turning
Alone
The King’s chamber next door
Just feet from her own
She didn’t miss him, even though she thought she would
She reminisced instead
On hands, only lightly roughened by a sword
The warm, musky scent of horse and wolf
A warm mouth between her legs
She wondered if he was a dream
If it was magic
Something a sorcerer conjured to tempt her
And lead her astray
She would thank the magician if she could
The thought of Robb
Hot and sweaty atop her
His lips on her forehead
Whispering into the air
Moaning her name
Bruising her skin in lust and frustration
“I want all of you,” he’d say
She laughed
“Impossible,” she said. “I have to keep something for myself.”
She was wrong
He’s gone, she knew
Felt it, somewhere deep inside
No one would tell her, no one could tell her
His homeland was a fairytale Camelot mothers told their children to scare them
“A winter that lasts for decades. Do you want that? Then eat your vegetables”
But he was real, she kept telling herself
He felt real
She lay in her bed
The castle was quiet, not even the bakers called to each other that night while they rolled out tomorrow’s dough
Her hand slipped underneath her covers
She remembered running her fingers through his curls
His smile
She came
And wept
And fell asleep to the sound of Arthur’s snores