Kink Me! #2
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Sometimes Morgana dreams about it: Lancelot hands Gwen roses in lovers’ crimson, full-blown and thornless; she smiles at him as she binds her favor around his arm, and her hands linger when he smiles back; in the gardens at twilight they walk hand in hand; they kiss by the lake, in flower-strewn meadows, in an alcove of Camelot’s library, on the field of battle, in Gwen’s own chambers; they are found out and banished, imprisoned, executed.
Then she wakes and the fragments of the dream slip away, not yet real.
It doesn’t take a seer to know that Gwen’s gentle brightness, her beauty, her goodness would draw anyone, and Arthur is...well...Arthur ( ... )
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Gwen looks from one of them to the other and says, “I’ll just go and, um, do that…thing.” Morgana wonders what her face looks like, what Gwen sees that sends her off so quickly.
“The dreams aren’t back, are they?” Merlin asks, and she starts guiltily before she realizes Merlin means the other dreams, the real ones, that between the two of them they figured out how to suppress once they became too indistinct and vague, in the war-torn now, to be more useful than horrifying.
“No. No, nothing like that. It’s-” She hesitates, not sure how to say it. “Well, yes, actually.” It’s only a small lie, after all, and this way he’ll listen. “Not the kind I used to have. They’re more controlled, quieter. I can sleep through them ( ... )
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She does say “Please” when she pulls him down to the bed with her, afraid he’ll change his mind at the last minute, but he kisses her and she tastes salt, licks herself off his lips. He touches her breasts, her stomach, her hips, and she smooths her hands down his back and pulls him to her, rubbing against his cock and shivering as heat runs through her again.
When Lancelot pushes into her she’s too distracted by the stretch and the rightness of it to remember to cry out as if in pain. It’s smooth and slow, her body opening around him-he’s being careful, too careful, really-so she pushes her hips up, wraps her legs around his, and he sinks into her. He’s hot and solid ( ... )
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Lancelot broke my heart on Morgana's behalf at the end, though. Noooooo, don't apologize!
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Perhaps he was just apologizing because he is Lancelot and takes the blame for everything, whether or not it is necessary, and he just feels guilty because he didn't have enough self-control to Do The Responsible Thing and allow Morgana to marry someone appropriate! Perhaps everything will be all right! (I do not in fact know, myself.)
Anyway, thank you for reading! ♥
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It is currently a stand-alone story, but you're the second person within the past week to leave me a comment wondering/asking what happens afterward, so it's possible I may end up writing a sequel. If I do I'll leave a link here at the original fill, and I can also reply specifically to your comment if you'd like to make sure you see it.
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