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[ She hadn't expected to stay long, her intention was to spend a short amount of time catching up with Arthur and the others before leaving to continue on with her day. But that plan fell through when she was greeted with an empty house, the others obviously off doing their own things. She should have left then, she had no other reason to stay. Yet being worn from the previous nights terrors, she didn't, instead choosing a moment to rest and subsequently falling asleep on the couch.

Which is exactly where she lays now, sleeping rather peacefully for once. Isn't she adorable? ]

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[Gwaine can sincerely admit one thing: he was not expecting this response. A witticism, perhaps. Another blush he could tease her about. Even a rejection. A kiss did not even figure in the list of possibilities. Without the effect of the fairies, his shock keeps him from responding for several moments, each feeling like an eternity. He can only think, 'Morgana is kissing me. Morgana. Morgana,' before even those thoughts die. He can take them out to examine or drown in alcohol later; for now, he is more concerned with the softness of her lips and the warmth of her skin and the silken feel of her cheek under his callused hand.]

[ When her mind catches up with her actions she almost pulls away. Almost. And for a moment the hesitation is abundantly clear, only to fade at his touch. She gains some courage instead, kissing him with a little more certainty as alarm bells ring in her head. A part of her expressing caution, the last time she let her heart take her down this road she had it broken more than once. Thoughts for another time, she decides, pushing it into the depths. ]

[His lips part slightly, his breath ghosting through them. Never lifting his fingers from her skin, he steps closer. He traces the contours of her mouth with his. He inhales deeply, a drowning man, robbing Morgana's breath. As much as he wants to give in, he keeps the kiss luxuriously slow. He draws back enough to press matching kisses to either corner of her mouth. Then he lingers over the center, just a brush of lips. His breath mingles with hers.]

[ It leaves her breathless, lungs thankful when he draws back just enough to allow her to catch her stolen breath. She doesn't dare open her eyes or move, in fear the moment will shatter. ]

[One of his hands is still cupped against the side of her jaw, his thumb drawing senseless designs on her cheek. He shifts (to kiss her again? to pull away?) and his nose ends up hitting hers. He chuckles, still so close his laugh falls on her lips. His eyes blink open. For the moment, his mind reminds mercifully blank. He doesn't want to consider what this means yet.]

[ Neither does she. Thinking, for the moment, is something she does not wish to do. Her thoughts could easily go places she would rather it does not. For now she simply wants to enjoy the warmth of him and the slowly fading feeling of that kiss. That... wonderful kiss. His laugh is joined by one of her own, faint over the sound of her catching her breath, eyelids slowly opening with great hesitation. ]

[His hand drops from her face as he takes step back, allowing her some space. His breathing has sped up; he can feel his heart rate starting to return to normal. He doesn't comment on anything. When he tries to speak, he only manages to clear his throat.]

[ Ah. Eyes widen and she's suddenly overcome with the urge to hide her face behind her hands. She just-- Any attempt to speak is met only with exasperated noise. She tears her gaze from him, focusing instead on the ground beneath their feet. Awkward thy name is Gwaine and Morgana. ]

[Yep. He turns his face to the horses. Brash, loud, self-assured Gwaine looks almost shy when glances at her from behind the casual fall of his hair.]

Morgana?

I'm... [ Sorry? I shouldn't have done that? I shouldn't have enjoyed that? No. She's not sorry nor does she regret it. She licks her lips subconsciously, hugging her arms closer to herself. What exactly is she trying to say then? If she isn't sorry. She doesn't know. ]

Hey. [He curls his fingers under chin, keeping up a gentle pressure.] Look at me.

[ There is a moment where she considers pulling free, getting up on the mare and riding off without looking back. That moment lasts all of three seconds before she lifts her head to look at him. ]

[He tilts his head to the side and smiles. It's quick upward quirk to his lips, but it's there. He would rather she not leave from here distressed.]

It's fine. You have no need to worry. If you wish to forget it ever happened, it never did.

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No, I do not wish that. [ Her words come out quicker than intended and she takes a hold of his wrist. ]

What do you wish, my lady?

I do not know.

That makes two of us. [He looks to the side, exhaling deeply.] It's cold. [He faces her again.] Would you like to turn back?

[ At least she's not alone in that, she takes little comfort from it. ] That may be for the best. [ As apart of her wishes noting more than to kiss him again. ]

[~~Give in to the wishes, Morgana. Give in.~~ He nods. He places the hand he was still holding on the gelding. Simply dropping it seemed a little cold. It also gives him the excuse to turn to his mount and check him over.]

[ She lingers for a moment before stepping away from Gwaine and his horse, hand dropping to her side as she returns to the mare. Yes, heading back is a good idea. It is. ]

[He watches her over the horse's back. He has no idea how to handle this situation. His usual response to a women who showed interest in him—bed and leave—will not help here.He mounts his horse with practiced ease, turning him around.]

Ready?

[ It isn't long before she too is atop her horse, reins in hands and turning them both around to the direction they came from. ]

Yes.

[Unless she speaks, this journey might be very quiet. Congratulations, Morgana. You've succeeded at a task many would consider impossible. You got Gwaine to shut up.]

[ Then the return trip will indeed be very quiet, as Morgana does not speak a word as they head back to the town. Had something different happened to cause him to shut up she might have been pleased to have accomplished such a task, but alas. ]

[A few times he does try to speak, but everything sounds stupid, ridiculous or wrong. He finally manages to open his mouth when they're nearing the house.]

Did you wish to return to the house or the castle?