And You Make It So Hard To Forget - Gwen/Morgana
Title: And You Make It So Hard To Forget
Fandom: BBC Merlin
Pairing: Morgana/Gwen
Rating: PG
Summary: And Gwen couldn’t help but give in when Morgana kissed her then, unable to resist the way her body reacted to the memory of Morgana’s hands on it, touching her into oblivion once more.
Disclaimer: I own a laptop, an internet connection, and a bunch of plot bunnies. I most definitely do not own these characters or the show they’re from.
And You Make It So Hard To Forget
“You’ve got leaves all in your hair,” Morgana said, reaching out to pluck a particularly large orange-y leaf from Gwen’s tousled locks.
Ducking away from the touch, Gwen turned a hard glare on Morgana. “I wonder why that is,” she shot back, voice hard-edged.
Morgana merely smirked. “Oh, Gwen,” she said, a hint of teasing sneaking into her voice as she leaned forward again to pluck another leaf from Gwen’s hair, “don’t pretend like you didn’t have fun in the process of collecting those leaves. I know for a fact that you did.”
“Is that so?”
“Oh, yes.” Morgana moved closer, her voice dropping lower as she leaned in to whisper in Gwen’s ear, “You seem to have forgotten rather quickly that it was I between your legs not moments ago, pleasuring you until you were thrashing about on the ground, lost in ecstasy.”
At the way Gwen’s breath hitched, Morgana’s smirk grew wider.
“So, you take the blame then?” Gwen asked, a little breathless, trying to steer her thoughts away from what she and Morgana had done. She hadn’t meant for that to happen, not after all these years, and certainly not after what Morgana had become, but when left alone with her, it was like nothing had changed. The connection between them hadn’t waned, as Gwen thought it had. As she hoped it would. “That’s a first, isn’t it?” she added, just a hint of her own venom marking her words.
Looking as unaffected as ever, Morgana said coolly, “I suppose there is a first time for everything.” And then, as she got to her knees in the dirt and crawled over Gwen again, pushing her back and pinning her arms above her head by her wrists, “A second and a third and a fourth too.”
And Gwen couldn’t help but give in when Morgana kissed her then, unable to resist the way her body reacted to the memory of Morgana’s hands on it, touching her into oblivion once more.