Don't Move - Gwen/Morgana
Title: Don't Move
Fandom: BBC Merlin
Pairing: Gwen/Morgana
Rating: M
Warning: very, very very light kink. A bit of D without the B, S or M.
Disclaimer: The BBC borrowed them from Chretien, and I'm borrowing them back again...
Dedication: Present for aleathiel, who needs cheering up. I don't even know if femslash cheers her up, but it's the only bunny which volunteered at the time.
"Don't move, milady."
Morgana moved anyway, sliding one hand up to settle at Gwen's waist, the other tugging her maid down by the hair to be kissed.
Gwen evaded her, lips hovering a breath away as she pinned Morgana's hands over her head.
"I asked you not to move,' Gwen chided, her lips ghosting over Morgana's neck and her body heavy over Morgana's own. Morgana arched her back experimentally, seeking more contact, and was rewarded with Gwen's leg settling firmly over her thigh.
"Dont." Gwen punctuated her words with sharp bites at her mistress's collarbone. "Move." Another bite. "Milady," she added, grazing her teeth over Morgana's nipple, so that Morgana shivered and wriggled beneath her.
"What are you going to do?" Morgana demanded, a little breathless. "Tie me?"
Gwen pulled back, startled. "Oh, no." She shook her head firmly. "What would be the point of that?"
Fandom: BBC Merlin
Pairing: Gwen/Morgana
Rating: M
Warning: very, very very light kink. A bit of D without the B, S or M.
Disclaimer: The BBC borrowed them from Chretien, and I'm borrowing them back again...
Dedication: Present for aleathiel, who needs cheering up. I don't even know if femslash cheers her up, but it's the only bunny which volunteered at the time.
"Don't move, milady."
Morgana moved anyway, sliding one hand up to settle at Gwen's waist, the other tugging her maid down by the hair to be kissed.
Gwen evaded her, lips hovering a breath away as she pinned Morgana's hands over her head.
"I asked you not to move,' Gwen chided, her lips ghosting over Morgana's neck and her body heavy over Morgana's own. Morgana arched her back experimentally, seeking more contact, and was rewarded with Gwen's leg settling firmly over her thigh.
"Dont." Gwen punctuated her words with sharp bites at her mistress's collarbone. "Move." Another bite. "Milady," she added, grazing her teeth over Morgana's nipple, so that Morgana shivered and wriggled beneath her.
"What are you going to do?" Morgana demanded, a little breathless. "Tie me?"
Gwen pulled back, startled. "Oh, no." She shook her head firmly. "What would be the point of that?"