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Before the ceremony, she visits Morgana.
“You’re stunning, Gwen,” says Morgana, “Every inch a queen.”
She tries, “Thank you, my lady. Your opinion means a lot to me.”
“Gwen - “ starts Morgana, “You must know that I love you. Very much. I will do anything to protect you. I don’t wish to - “
Gwen stares hard at the floor, and finally she says, “I - I feel the same way.”
She wants to continue, to explain further, but Morgana moves forward and kisses her firmly, and she finds she has nothing to say.
Morgana pulls away and says, very close, “You should go. I’ll be there. I wish you every happiness, Gwen.”
“Yes!” says Gwen, “I should go. I have to attend this marriage to, um, be married,” and she leaves before she can say anything unutterably stupid like, this is a mistake, isn’t it? After the ceremony, she follows Arthur to his chambers, and tries to not wonder if this is as unfamiliar and uncomfortable for him as it is for her, if he wishes that someone else were there with him ( ... )
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“Morgana,” says Arthur in irritation, “do try to pay attention.” And then, “Merlin.“Sorry, sorry,” laughs Merlin, “You know, in France, they do this thing where for every three fields, they only plant two of them: one with normal crops and one with beans and things, and the third they let lie fallow, and then they rotate like that, every year. It takes up a lot of land, but it seems to work. I read it in a book ( ... )
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Besides, she likes to hear Gwen talk like this, serious and private, mouth on skin.
But now, with the air thick and fragile between them, it becomes easier to focus instead on the steady press of Gwen’s fingers on her hips.
“You know,” she interrupts herself, “I have a hammer of my own.”
“You do?” Gwen replies.
“Yes, I do. Not like that, don't be disgusting. I don't even know what you mean. A real hammer. And I made it myself, when I was ten or eleven. Your father showed me. Don’t you remember?”
“I shall have to consider it my betrothal present,” Gwen says, very serious, “Sorry, what were you saying, before?”
Morgana laughs, and moves forward into her mouth.
“It can wait,” she says.
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