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femslashficlets2020-11-23 12:53 pm
bloodgutsandchocolatecake) wrote in femslashficlets2020-11-23 12:53 pm
[287] tongue (merlin bbc, morgana/gwen)
title: tongue
fandom: merlin bbc
pairing: morgana pendragon/guinivere
prompt: tongue
rating: mature
length: 250
(woah, haven't been here in a hot minute! feels good to be back :D)
morgana sighs gently, head lolled carelessly over the headboard of her bed.
"guinivere," she breathes out, running her hands through soft, curled hair. "you're doing so well." gwen, unable to respond with her mouth full, lets out a small hum of acknowledgement.
she's gotten better at this, morgana realises. she remembers the first time they did this together-- faces illuminated by the golden glow of candlelight, and quiet, mumbled confessions and awkwardly fumbling through kisses, the taste of salt and soft, warm skin, burying her face in her pillow to muffle the noises leaving her mouth, praying nobody hears or sees... it felt like ages ago now.
and as much as she'd love to pretend this was all an accident, that they'll wake up together next morning and nothing will be different, the slow, warm movement of gwen's tongue inside of her is gradually ingraining itself into her mind, so that by the time the reality sets in that they can't go on like this, she'll never be able to have the luxury of forgetting.
gwen lifts her head up from beneath morgana's skirt, lips flushed and glistening with slick. the princess lets a whisper of praise slip from her mouth as gwen leans forward, pressing a kiss against her lips. she lets their tongues slide together slowly, relishing the salty taste invading her mouth.
she'll never be able to forget this, but as their bodies press up against each other, morgana decides that might not be a bad thing.
fandom: merlin bbc
pairing: morgana pendragon/guinivere
prompt: tongue
rating: mature
length: 250
(woah, haven't been here in a hot minute! feels good to be back :D)
morgana sighs gently, head lolled carelessly over the headboard of her bed.
"guinivere," she breathes out, running her hands through soft, curled hair. "you're doing so well." gwen, unable to respond with her mouth full, lets out a small hum of acknowledgement.
she's gotten better at this, morgana realises. she remembers the first time they did this together-- faces illuminated by the golden glow of candlelight, and quiet, mumbled confessions and awkwardly fumbling through kisses, the taste of salt and soft, warm skin, burying her face in her pillow to muffle the noises leaving her mouth, praying nobody hears or sees... it felt like ages ago now.
and as much as she'd love to pretend this was all an accident, that they'll wake up together next morning and nothing will be different, the slow, warm movement of gwen's tongue inside of her is gradually ingraining itself into her mind, so that by the time the reality sets in that they can't go on like this, she'll never be able to have the luxury of forgetting.
gwen lifts her head up from beneath morgana's skirt, lips flushed and glistening with slick. the princess lets a whisper of praise slip from her mouth as gwen leans forward, pressing a kiss against her lips. she lets their tongues slide together slowly, relishing the salty taste invading her mouth.
she'll never be able to forget this, but as their bodies press up against each other, morgana decides that might not be a bad thing.