you're such a pretty thing when you're done up properly

[anna_morcades]

Morgause is in her room again today, sewing, of all innocuous things; Hero's baby is growing out of his clothes, and it's something to do, something to keep her hands and eyes busy. It is not, however, terrifically interesting.

ooc: A little birdie told me that Arthur wants to meet his long-lost sister. >:) So he can post here, along with any

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[le_desirous]

Sagramore taps on the door--he may be her main, indeed only, boyfriend, but that's no reason to dispense with these things--and calls, "Myself, my lady."

[le_desirous]

He kisses back lengthily, slipping an arm about her waist.

[anna_morcades]

Morgause leans against him, and some of the tension leaves her shoulders.

[le_desirous]

There's a murmur; largely incoherent against her mouth, but it might have been 'beautiful' and 'Lady'.

[anna_morcades]

Her fingers wind in the curls at the back of his neck.

[le_desirous]

He lets out a soft groan and lets his hand stroke down her hip.

[anna_morcades]

In a minute she breaks the kiss, breathless. "Come--"

[le_desirous]

"Of course. Of course," equally breathless and not a little unthinking.

[anna_morcades]

* * * * *

Later, still wearing them (if not a lot else), she nestles close against him, fingers stroking his bearded jaw.

[le_desirous]

He brushes his hand over her hip and then rests it against her back, gentle and in some way possessive, if such a thing can be countenanced.

[anna_morcades]

She kisses his shoulder softly. "My lord."

[le_desirous]

He's a little too drunk on the sex to register it completely, but he notices enough to pause a little, in almost confusion, before he kisses her hair. "My lady."

[anna_morcades]

Morgause sighs, settling an arm around him.

[le_desirous]

"Szeretlek."