[ 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. ]
[ With his shirt gone her hands are free to roam his skin, tracing over muscle and scars alike. There are new ones there, she notices, before her thoughts as derailed by his mouth at her jaw. She laughs breathlessly, ceasing her mapping to pull her arms free barely noticing the bodice's departure.
Her mind is far too focused on the feeling of her skin against his own, that alone sends shivers down her spine.
Nails resume their venture, dragging along his jaw and down his neck, counting the new scars that mar his skin. ]
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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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Her mind is far too focused on the feeling of her skin against his own, that alone sends shivers down her spine.
Nails resume their venture, dragging along his jaw and down his neck, counting the new scars that mar his skin. ]
You had your moment.