GetLaid25-Bedivere-"To Drive the Cold Winter Away"
Title: To Drive the Cold Winter Away
Author: Lady Bedivere
Fandom: Arthurian
Pairing: Bedivere/Mairghread (his wife)
Rating: PG-13
Words: 397
Disclaimer: Contrary to popular belief, I do not own Sir Bedivere or any Arthurian Legends.
Summary: Bedivere's favorite way to keep warm on cold winter nights.
Notes/Warnings: Mild sex.
After the moans and grunts had reached a peak and died away, Bedivere rolled onto his back with a sigh of satisfaction. Maighread laid her head on his chest and pulled the blankets closer around them. Bedivere put his left arm around her in time to feel her shudder.
“Cold?” he asked softly.
“It’s winter,” she replied in a hushed tone, almost with a laugh.
“You were raised in the North; I assumed you’d be used to the cold.”
“You learn to deal with it, but you never get used to it,” she murmured. She nestled against him, putting a hand on his bare chest as though she would draw the warmth right out of him. He half believed she might. Fae blood was notoriously rampant in the North, and the coldest places were often where the witches dwelled.
Mairghread’s eyes were closed, but she was far from asleep. “When are you going to tell your father?” she asked, the same question which had lingered between them since they’d wedded four months prior.
“Hopefully never,” Bedivere said. He ran his left hand up her back and twisted his fingers in her hair. She found his right hand under the covers and clasped it before lifting her head to look at him. He kissed her gently. “My father’s a power-hungry fool, living his dreams of glory and grand knighthood vicariously through me. Somehow I don’t think running off to the North Country to wed and bed a faerie princess was part of that scheme.”
She laid her head back down. “I’m not a faerie princess,” she said in a whisper.
“Aye, but you might as well be, delicate as you are,” he replied, loosing his right hand to reach for a second blanket which had earlier settled onto the floor. His fingers just brushed the top of it, but couldn’t find a hold. Mairghread leaned over him to reach it, pressing against him. He kissed her shoulder gently and laid back, leaving his fingers entwined in her hair as she pulled the second blanket over them. She stayed on top of him, her breathing gradually slowing into a pattern of sleep.
When she shivered again in her sleep, he brought both his arms around her. He reveled in their shared warmth, one hand twined in her hair, the other stroking her back, until he joined her in sleep.
Author: Lady Bedivere
Fandom: Arthurian
Pairing: Bedivere/Mairghread (his wife)
Rating: PG-13
Words: 397
Disclaimer: Contrary to popular belief, I do not own Sir Bedivere or any Arthurian Legends.
Summary: Bedivere's favorite way to keep warm on cold winter nights.
Notes/Warnings: Mild sex.
After the moans and grunts had reached a peak and died away, Bedivere rolled onto his back with a sigh of satisfaction. Maighread laid her head on his chest and pulled the blankets closer around them. Bedivere put his left arm around her in time to feel her shudder.
“Cold?” he asked softly.
“It’s winter,” she replied in a hushed tone, almost with a laugh.
“You were raised in the North; I assumed you’d be used to the cold.”
“You learn to deal with it, but you never get used to it,” she murmured. She nestled against him, putting a hand on his bare chest as though she would draw the warmth right out of him. He half believed she might. Fae blood was notoriously rampant in the North, and the coldest places were often where the witches dwelled.
Mairghread’s eyes were closed, but she was far from asleep. “When are you going to tell your father?” she asked, the same question which had lingered between them since they’d wedded four months prior.
“Hopefully never,” Bedivere said. He ran his left hand up her back and twisted his fingers in her hair. She found his right hand under the covers and clasped it before lifting her head to look at him. He kissed her gently. “My father’s a power-hungry fool, living his dreams of glory and grand knighthood vicariously through me. Somehow I don’t think running off to the North Country to wed and bed a faerie princess was part of that scheme.”
She laid her head back down. “I’m not a faerie princess,” she said in a whisper.
“Aye, but you might as well be, delicate as you are,” he replied, loosing his right hand to reach for a second blanket which had earlier settled onto the floor. His fingers just brushed the top of it, but couldn’t find a hold. Mairghread leaned over him to reach it, pressing against him. He kissed her shoulder gently and laid back, leaving his fingers entwined in her hair as she pulled the second blanket over them. She stayed on top of him, her breathing gradually slowing into a pattern of sleep.
When she shivered again in her sleep, he brought both his arms around her. He reveled in their shared warmth, one hand twined in her hair, the other stroking her back, until he joined her in sleep.