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Today is the International Day of Femslash! A celebration of, well, you can guess. For more information you can go to the website or the livejournal community, femslash_day. To celebrate, I have fic.
Title: Ladies of War
Fandom: Merlin
Pairing: Gwen/Morgana
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Graphic Sex
Word Count: ~1600
A/N: Written for
kink_bingo, for the prompt "uniforms/military fetish." This was betaed by the the marvelous wordsofastory
"I have a surprise for you," is the first thing that Gwen tells Morgana upon waking her.
Morgana blinks sleepily a few times before looking at her friend curiously. Gwen is always cheerful in the morning, but at the moment she's positively sparkling. "A surprise?" Morgana says, pushing the covers away and stretching. "What kind of surprise?"
"If I told you, it wouldn't be a surprise, would it?" Gwen replies, her eyes dancing with mirth.
"True." Morgana is willing to play along. Nothing that makes Gwen smile like that could possibly be bad. "I think that I'll wear the green silk with silver trim today."
"I don't think so, my lady."
Morgana's head snaps up. Gwen is always free to voice her own opinions, of course. However, she rarely disagrees with Morgana unless it's important, and she never picks fights over petty matters. "What do you recommend, then?" Morgana asks slowly.
"This." Gwen pulls out a dress that Morgana wasn't even aware she still owned. It was a lovely dress once, but there's now a permanent wine stain all over the bodice. (It hadn't been poor Merlin's fault. Arthur had been tormenting him, and that had distracted him.)
Morgana eyes the dress, then gives a nod. Gwen has either gone mad or... "This has something to do with the surprise, I take it?" Gwen nods. "All right." Morgana gets out of bed and raises her arms to let Gwen undress her. After she's dressed, Gwen puts her hair up in a simple style. This time, Morgana doesn't ask.
"Now, we need to go to my father's forge," Gwen tells Morgana brightly. Morgana's curiosity grows with every step that they take until she's nearly ready to burst by the time that they reach the forge. "My father is making some deliveries and won't be back for some time," Gwen says as she opens the door. She practically skips across the room, coming to stop in front of a pile a scrap metal. She crouches, pushes the metal aside, then presents a chain mail shirt with a flourish. The mail is obviously new, still freshly gleaming, and of high quality, but it's small, too small for any of the knights. "I made two," Gwen tells her, and everything becomes clear.
"You made this for me? For us?" Morgana reaches out and draws her fingers across the mail almost reverently.
"Yes." There's pride in Gwen's voice. She sets the armor down gently, then goes over to a chest that's been pushed into a corner. She opens it and takes out a pair of trousers and a plain tunic. "For you to change into. Gowns aren't exactly practical attire for weapons practice. I have some for me as well."
Morgana takes Gwen into her arms and kisses her firmly. "I love my surprise."
"You haven't even tried it out yet." Gwen begins to unlace Morgana's dress. "I also have some swords. My father made them for a couple of foreign knights, but they skipped town. He'll find a buyer eventually, but until then we can use them." She pushes Morgana's dress down around her shoulders, allowing it to fall to the ground. "Aren't you glad that you didn't wear your nice green silk?" she teases. Once she has Morgana completely undressed, she begins to remove her own clothes.
Morgana tries not to stare and instead focus on putting on her trousers and tunic. Gwen dresses and undresses Morgana every day, but Gwen's bare skin is a rarer sight, something special and sweet, something for Morgana alone. She can't resist wrapping her arms around Gwen, her naked breasts pressing against Gwen's back. She kisses Gwen's shoulder, savoring the feel of the warm skin beneath her lips.
"Stop it," Gwen chides gently. "We'll never leave if you keep that up."
"We have time." Morgana runs her thumb across Gwen's navel.
"My father will be back soon," Gwen reminds her.
Morgana freezes. She likes Tom, but she definitely does not want him to walk in on her making love to his daughter. She finishes dressing hastily while Gwen smothers a laugh.
Once they're both ready Gwen grabs the swords and they head to a familiar clearing that has become their sanctuary, a safe place to practice more unladylike pursuits. Morgana smiles as Gwen hands her a sword. She has suggested using real swords before, but Gwen had always balked, worrying for Morgana's safety if something should go wrong. Apparently, fighting in Ealdor has given her new daring. Morgana is glad for it. Gwen has more inner strength than anyone else Morgana knows; she only needs to let that strength out.
The two of them move through the clearing, slashing and parrying against invisible opponents. Out of the corners of their eyes, they watch each other. Morgana reminds Gwen to watch her footwork; Gwen in turn calls out for Morgana to raise her arms higher. Morgana grins to feel the heft of steel in her hands. Wooden swords have their uses, but there's no replacing a true blade. On the other hand, if they were wielding wooden swords, they could fight each other. Neither of them would try that with these swords. The thought of hurting Gwen makes Morgana sick, and she knows that Gwen feels the. At times like this she wishes harder than ever that she could have more conventional training. She would never risk injuring Gwen, but she has no such compunctions regarding Arthur's knights, or Arthur himself, for that matter. However, despite her daydreams, Morgana knows that if someone forced her to choose between training with the men or keeping these practice sessions with Gwen, she would choose the latter without a second thought.
She pauses in her routine to watch Gwen. Gwen's movements are steady and sure. She understands the sword and mail. She's been around metal her entire life, and it has created a connection that Morgana will never quite attain. If it were anyone else, Morgana would be jealous, but instead she simply marvels at Gwen's prowess.
Gwen notices that Morgana has stopped and halts as well. "Is there something wrong, my lady? You don't normally tire so early."
Morgana shakes her head. "I'm fine. I was only watching you."
Gwen smiles, pleased, yet also slightly embarrassed. "Well, I'm not as graceful as you are, but--"
"Gwen, you're wonderful!" Morgana interrupts. "The way you move, it's as if you become one with the sword. You're like a goddess of battle."
Gwen's smile grows brighter. "And I was thinking that you remind me of one of the warrior queens from the legends we read."
Morgana returns the smile. Teaching Gwen to read became a true pleasure once she found stories that they both enjoyed. She steps forward and places her hand against Gwen's mail-covered chest. "A goddess and a queen? What a stately pair we are." She puts her sword down carefully before taking Gwen's face in her hands and kissing her sweetly. Gwen sets her sword down as well and allows Morgana to bring her down to the ground.
Morgana savors the feel of the sun on the back of her bare neck as she kneels. "Gwen," she whispers, "my Gwen." She pulls Gwen's trousers down, then grabs Gwen's hands when she attempts to remove the chain mail. "Don't," Morgana tells her softly. "Leave it on." She runs her hand up and down the fine metal links. "Armour is such a good idea. Why didn't we try it before?"
"I didn't have the skill," Gwen answers. "If it was going to be for you, then it had to be perfect."
"We'll simply have to make up for lost time." Morgana kisses Gwen's neck, nibbling and sucking gently. One of her hands keeps caressing Gwen's armour, while the other dances along her stomach before slipping inside her.
Gwen moans. "Oh, god, Morgana."
"You're the goddess, remember?" Morgana teases. She moves her fingers slowly, knowing the perfect tempo to keep Gwen on the edge of release. "And this is how I worship you."
Gwen tosses her head sharply and arches her back. "Morgana, please."
"If my goddess insists." Morgana twists and flexes her fingers just so, and Gwen comes with a soft, shaky cry.
Shuddering, Gwen starts to move, shaking her head when Morgana attempts to stop her. "You're my warrior queen, aren't you? I must pay my respects." Her hands are quick and deft as she unlaces Morgana's trousers. Morgana bites her lips. Gwen's fingers brushing against her are enough to make her ache with want, and she lifts her hips to help Gwen pull down her trousers.
Gwen smiles as she nestles between Morgana's legs. The grass is soft and ticklish, and for a moment Gwen is lost in the sheer joy of being alive. It only gets better as she nuzzles Morgana's inner thigh, taking in the scent of her. Then she slips her tongue inside her, feeling pleased when Morgana gasps and jolts. The chain mail jangles as Morgana moves, and Gwen thinks what a perfect sound it is for her. Morgana has the soul of a warrior, and Gwen loves her for it.
"Gwen, Gwen, Gwen," Morgana repeats her lover's name until the words run together in a meaningless stream. Gwen increases her pace. Finally, she flicks her tongue against Morgana's clit. Morgana comes with a wordless shout. Her body feels heavy and soft, and she hums contentedly as Gwen climbs into her arms. "Do you think that we have a time for a little more sword practice?"
Gwen beams. "For you, I have time for everything."
"But we can rest a little while longer."
"Yes."
Morgana sighs happily. "Perfect."
For more Merlin femslash fun, head over to gwenmorganabbc, where they're holding a kink meme all weekend long. Any and all Merlin femslash pairings are fair game. Request! Write! Have fun!
Title: Ladies of War
Fandom: Merlin
Pairing: Gwen/Morgana
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Graphic Sex
Word Count: ~1600
A/N: Written for
kink_bingo, for the prompt "uniforms/military fetish." This was betaed by the the marvelous wordsofastory
"I have a surprise for you," is the first thing that Gwen tells Morgana upon waking her.
Morgana blinks sleepily a few times before looking at her friend curiously. Gwen is always cheerful in the morning, but at the moment she's positively sparkling. "A surprise?" Morgana says, pushing the covers away and stretching. "What kind of surprise?"
"If I told you, it wouldn't be a surprise, would it?" Gwen replies, her eyes dancing with mirth.
"True." Morgana is willing to play along. Nothing that makes Gwen smile like that could possibly be bad. "I think that I'll wear the green silk with silver trim today."
"I don't think so, my lady."
Morgana's head snaps up. Gwen is always free to voice her own opinions, of course. However, she rarely disagrees with Morgana unless it's important, and she never picks fights over petty matters. "What do you recommend, then?" Morgana asks slowly.
"This." Gwen pulls out a dress that Morgana wasn't even aware she still owned. It was a lovely dress once, but there's now a permanent wine stain all over the bodice. (It hadn't been poor Merlin's fault. Arthur had been tormenting him, and that had distracted him.)
Morgana eyes the dress, then gives a nod. Gwen has either gone mad or... "This has something to do with the surprise, I take it?" Gwen nods. "All right." Morgana gets out of bed and raises her arms to let Gwen undress her. After she's dressed, Gwen puts her hair up in a simple style. This time, Morgana doesn't ask.
"Now, we need to go to my father's forge," Gwen tells Morgana brightly. Morgana's curiosity grows with every step that they take until she's nearly ready to burst by the time that they reach the forge. "My father is making some deliveries and won't be back for some time," Gwen says as she opens the door. She practically skips across the room, coming to stop in front of a pile a scrap metal. She crouches, pushes the metal aside, then presents a chain mail shirt with a flourish. The mail is obviously new, still freshly gleaming, and of high quality, but it's small, too small for any of the knights. "I made two," Gwen tells her, and everything becomes clear.
"You made this for me? For us?" Morgana reaches out and draws her fingers across the mail almost reverently.
"Yes." There's pride in Gwen's voice. She sets the armor down gently, then goes over to a chest that's been pushed into a corner. She opens it and takes out a pair of trousers and a plain tunic. "For you to change into. Gowns aren't exactly practical attire for weapons practice. I have some for me as well."
Morgana takes Gwen into her arms and kisses her firmly. "I love my surprise."
"You haven't even tried it out yet." Gwen begins to unlace Morgana's dress. "I also have some swords. My father made them for a couple of foreign knights, but they skipped town. He'll find a buyer eventually, but until then we can use them." She pushes Morgana's dress down around her shoulders, allowing it to fall to the ground. "Aren't you glad that you didn't wear your nice green silk?" she teases. Once she has Morgana completely undressed, she begins to remove her own clothes.
Morgana tries not to stare and instead focus on putting on her trousers and tunic. Gwen dresses and undresses Morgana every day, but Gwen's bare skin is a rarer sight, something special and sweet, something for Morgana alone. She can't resist wrapping her arms around Gwen, her naked breasts pressing against Gwen's back. She kisses Gwen's shoulder, savoring the feel of the warm skin beneath her lips.
"Stop it," Gwen chides gently. "We'll never leave if you keep that up."
"We have time." Morgana runs her thumb across Gwen's navel.
"My father will be back soon," Gwen reminds her.
Morgana freezes. She likes Tom, but she definitely does not want him to walk in on her making love to his daughter. She finishes dressing hastily while Gwen smothers a laugh.
Once they're both ready Gwen grabs the swords and they head to a familiar clearing that has become their sanctuary, a safe place to practice more unladylike pursuits. Morgana smiles as Gwen hands her a sword. She has suggested using real swords before, but Gwen had always balked, worrying for Morgana's safety if something should go wrong. Apparently, fighting in Ealdor has given her new daring. Morgana is glad for it. Gwen has more inner strength than anyone else Morgana knows; she only needs to let that strength out.
The two of them move through the clearing, slashing and parrying against invisible opponents. Out of the corners of their eyes, they watch each other. Morgana reminds Gwen to watch her footwork; Gwen in turn calls out for Morgana to raise her arms higher. Morgana grins to feel the heft of steel in her hands. Wooden swords have their uses, but there's no replacing a true blade. On the other hand, if they were wielding wooden swords, they could fight each other. Neither of them would try that with these swords. The thought of hurting Gwen makes Morgana sick, and she knows that Gwen feels the. At times like this she wishes harder than ever that she could have more conventional training. She would never risk injuring Gwen, but she has no such compunctions regarding Arthur's knights, or Arthur himself, for that matter. However, despite her daydreams, Morgana knows that if someone forced her to choose between training with the men or keeping these practice sessions with Gwen, she would choose the latter without a second thought.
She pauses in her routine to watch Gwen. Gwen's movements are steady and sure. She understands the sword and mail. She's been around metal her entire life, and it has created a connection that Morgana will never quite attain. If it were anyone else, Morgana would be jealous, but instead she simply marvels at Gwen's prowess.
Gwen notices that Morgana has stopped and halts as well. "Is there something wrong, my lady? You don't normally tire so early."
Morgana shakes her head. "I'm fine. I was only watching you."
Gwen smiles, pleased, yet also slightly embarrassed. "Well, I'm not as graceful as you are, but--"
"Gwen, you're wonderful!" Morgana interrupts. "The way you move, it's as if you become one with the sword. You're like a goddess of battle."
Gwen's smile grows brighter. "And I was thinking that you remind me of one of the warrior queens from the legends we read."
Morgana returns the smile. Teaching Gwen to read became a true pleasure once she found stories that they both enjoyed. She steps forward and places her hand against Gwen's mail-covered chest. "A goddess and a queen? What a stately pair we are." She puts her sword down carefully before taking Gwen's face in her hands and kissing her sweetly. Gwen sets her sword down as well and allows Morgana to bring her down to the ground.
Morgana savors the feel of the sun on the back of her bare neck as she kneels. "Gwen," she whispers, "my Gwen." She pulls Gwen's trousers down, then grabs Gwen's hands when she attempts to remove the chain mail. "Don't," Morgana tells her softly. "Leave it on." She runs her hand up and down the fine metal links. "Armour is such a good idea. Why didn't we try it before?"
"I didn't have the skill," Gwen answers. "If it was going to be for you, then it had to be perfect."
"We'll simply have to make up for lost time." Morgana kisses Gwen's neck, nibbling and sucking gently. One of her hands keeps caressing Gwen's armour, while the other dances along her stomach before slipping inside her.
Gwen moans. "Oh, god, Morgana."
"You're the goddess, remember?" Morgana teases. She moves her fingers slowly, knowing the perfect tempo to keep Gwen on the edge of release. "And this is how I worship you."
Gwen tosses her head sharply and arches her back. "Morgana, please."
"If my goddess insists." Morgana twists and flexes her fingers just so, and Gwen comes with a soft, shaky cry.
Shuddering, Gwen starts to move, shaking her head when Morgana attempts to stop her. "You're my warrior queen, aren't you? I must pay my respects." Her hands are quick and deft as she unlaces Morgana's trousers. Morgana bites her lips. Gwen's fingers brushing against her are enough to make her ache with want, and she lifts her hips to help Gwen pull down her trousers.
Gwen smiles as she nestles between Morgana's legs. The grass is soft and ticklish, and for a moment Gwen is lost in the sheer joy of being alive. It only gets better as she nuzzles Morgana's inner thigh, taking in the scent of her. Then she slips her tongue inside her, feeling pleased when Morgana gasps and jolts. The chain mail jangles as Morgana moves, and Gwen thinks what a perfect sound it is for her. Morgana has the soul of a warrior, and Gwen loves her for it.
"Gwen, Gwen, Gwen," Morgana repeats her lover's name until the words run together in a meaningless stream. Gwen increases her pace. Finally, she flicks her tongue against Morgana's clit. Morgana comes with a wordless shout. Her body feels heavy and soft, and she hums contentedly as Gwen climbs into her arms. "Do you think that we have a time for a little more sword practice?"
Gwen beams. "For you, I have time for everything."
"But we can rest a little while longer."
"Yes."
Morgana sighs happily. "Perfect."
For more Merlin femslash fun, head over to gwenmorganabbc, where they're holding a kink meme all weekend long. Any and all Merlin femslash pairings are fair game. Request! Write! Have fun!