It wouldn't be right to keep it. [ She swallows the lump forming in her throat and forces herself to look at him again. ] No.
[ But something doesn't feel right, it feels as if there is a wedge stuck between them now. A wound stopping them from falling back on what they had been.
She is scared, she realizes, she is scared that perhaps his feelings will change. That her actions will harm them, that because of her things between them will never properly be the same. ]
[ A false start, words vanishing before she has the chance to speak then, and she sighs leaning into him. She rests her head on his shoulder, closing her eyes for a moment.
Despite her feelings, despite the uncomfortable twist settling in her stomach, it feels good to have his arms around her again. ]
[ Part of him wants to stay with her; another wants to push her away. It feels much like being trapped again and he's only ever mastered one response to that--running.
Thanks, castle, he really didn't the extra memories right now. ]
You said it's been a few months. Anyone who's left? [ Anyone he knows? ]
[ He presses his forehead to hers, his thumb still rubbing light circles against her cheek. He breathes deeply, closing his eyes. Trying to capture the moment. Now more than ever everything seems frail. With one breath, one word, it will all shatter. ]
[ And yet the silence is suffocating, she dare not break it but to keep it hurts even more. Her hands settle on either side of his face, thumbs brushing against the skin of this cheeks. By the goddess she has missed him, everything about him.
She crosses what little space is left before she truly realizes it, her lips finding his in a soft kiss. ]
[ He responds chastely. Tentative. Testing. Abruptly, he seizes her by the waist and pulls her against him, deepening the kiss as he does. A little isn't enough. Not right now. ]
[ Something in her hisses that she should not be so relieved by his arm around her waist, pulling her close, but she smothers in quickly. It does not matter, she does not care.
She shifts, moving into his lap skirts riding up her legs. It is selfish, utterly selfish, but she wants this, she needs this, and she could care less if she regrets it later. ]
[ Gwaine exhales. He runs a hand up her thigh, pushing her skirt further up. He toys with the hem, waiting for permission. It feels more like getting to know her for the first time; he doesn't know what to expect. ]
[ Yet for all her selfish desire and lack of caring, she knows this is something they probably shouldn't do. Isn't this what caused their problems last time? Sneaking in the shadows for so long.
Nevertheless a hand falls on top of his, guiding it further along. ]
Please. [ Permission and a plea. Let them be selfish and reckless, it won't change anything in the long run. She is tired of being careful. ]
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[ Enough for him. He pulls her closer, grabbing her by the upper thigh to hold her in place. Gwaine kisses her again, harder, seizing her hair and piling it against her head. He rocks his hips against her, seeking a desperate sort of friction. They're both still dressed, a fact that only just registers. They can get rid of it in a while, but he needs the sensation of her body against his first. ]
[ She inhales sharply, a soft noise leaving her mouth to be consumed by the kiss. Nails raking lightly along flesh while the other entangles within his own hair. Though while she enjoys the friction (it's been so long, it's been too long) Morgana becomes quickly frustrated with their clothes, on hand moving to rid him of his shirt.
Or to attempt too, such things are difficult when you've only one hand and are more focused in kissing him with a greedy sort of need. As if she plans on ridding him completely of breath. ]
[ He can't resist nipping at her lips. Reaching a hand behind his head, he pulls his shirt off. Then he's mouthing her jaw, sucking and biting. He almost tears the lacing of her gown in reckless need to get it off, get her out of it. He settles for tugging it down only barely thinking to get her arms free of the sleeves before he's shoving the bodice away and crushing her naked chest to his. ]
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She looks away from him, focusing instead on the nearby floor. ]
I ─
[ Really really am. ]
Call me selfish and cruel if you wish, but part of me is glad it was not me you forgot.
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How else would I have got this back?
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It would have been returned to you, even if you had no memory of the woman you gave it to.
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[ But something doesn't feel right, it feels as if there is a wedge stuck between them now. A wound stopping them from falling back on what they had been.
She is scared, she realizes, she is scared that perhaps his feelings will change. That her actions will harm them, that because of her things between them will never properly be the same. ]
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Despite her feelings, despite the uncomfortable twist settling in her stomach, it feels good to have his arms around her again. ]
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Thanks, castle, he really didn't the extra memories right now. ]
You said it's been a few months. Anyone who's left? [ Anyone he knows? ]
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I cannot say. [ She paid little attention to the comings and goes, she found herself no longer caring. ]
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[ He cups her cheek. Gwaine studies her quietly. ]
I've missed you.
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As have I. [ More than she cares to admit. ]
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She crosses what little space is left before she truly realizes it, her lips finding his in a soft kiss. ]
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She shifts, moving into his lap skirts riding up her legs. It is selfish, utterly selfish, but she wants this, she needs this, and she could care less if she regrets it later. ]
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Nevertheless a hand falls on top of his, guiding it further along. ]
Please. [ Permission and a plea. Let them be selfish and reckless, it won't change anything in the long run. She is tired of being careful. ]
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Or to attempt too, such things are difficult when you've only one hand and are more focused in kissing him with a greedy sort of need. As if she plans on ridding him completely of breath. ]
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A moment. I need—
[ He can't resist nipping at her lips. Reaching a hand behind his head, he pulls his shirt off. Then he's mouthing her jaw, sucking and biting. He almost tears the lacing of her gown in reckless need to get it off, get her out of it. He settles for tugging it down only barely thinking to get her arms free of the sleeves before he's shoving the bodice away and crushing her naked chest to his. ]
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