Gwen
Gwen awoke in Mordred's arms. She sat up and slowly hopped out of the bed, her legs weak from the previous nights activities. She grabbed her bathrobe and put it in slowly, rolling her shoulders slightly.
She smiled at Mordred's sleeping form then went into the ensuite bathroom and looking in the mirror and giggled at the large hickey Mordred had left.
She closed the door, leaving it slightly ajar, and turned the taps on the shower. She adjusted the water to the right temperature and let the robe slide off her shoulders, and hopped into the shower.
Mordred
Mordred woke up slowly and stretched. He felt the scratches Gwen had left all over his back pull slightly, and he grinned. Bloody hell. She was wild sometimes. He heard the shower running and wandered over to the bathroom. He watched her moving behind the shower screen for a moment, just appreaciating, then slid it open and joined her. "Good morning," he said in a husky voice as he slid his hands around her waist. The scratches on his back stung as the water ran over them.
Gwen
Gwen turned her head to kiss him.
"It is now," she replied.
She turned to face him, wrapping her arms around his neck, then letting her hands glide over the scratch marks on his back.
"Sorry about that," she grinned.
Mordred
"I'm not," Mordred told her, grinning back. He kissed, the water running down their faces. "You marked me. Claimed me." He got her shampoo off the shelf and poured some into his hand. "Turn around."
Gwen
Gwen obediently turned around, but let her arm go behind her to caress him.
"You did a fair amount of claiming yourself," she remarked.
Mordred
Mordred tilted her face up with the hand that didn't have shampoo in it. "Did," he said with great satisfaction. He put the shampoo through her hair, then started to work it into a lather, massaging her scalp.
Gwen
Gwen moaned slightly.
"So good with your hands," she said, grinning as she went under the water to wash the shampoo from her hair. She poured some shampoo into her own hand.
"Your turn," she said, waiting for him to turn around.
Mordred
"I like using my hands," Mordred almost purred as he did what she requested. "Unfortunately, my bike is back at the mansion. And I'm not goning back to get it. Dru might catch me, and she's gonna be pissed when she wakes up and finds out what we've done." He leant his head back slightly.
Gwen
Gwen massaged the shampoo into Mordred's hair, then stopped for a second to admire her scratch mark handiwork.
"Hmmm, not bad," she grinned as she checked out his ass as well.
She licked at one of the scratches.
"I can steal you a temporary bike... I'm sorta good at that stealing business," she joked.
Mordred
Mordred shuddered as he felt her tongue run along one of the scratch marks. That one had drawn blood. "We'll only be here for a bit...and I'm sure I can alter it enough that the original owner won't recognise it."
He moved unde the running water to wash the shampoo out of his hair.
Gwen
Gwen watched the water running down Mordred's body, licking her lips in anticipation. She moved so they were facing each other and knelt down, stroking him in her hand and slowly taking him into her warm mouth.
Mordred
"God, Gwen..." Mordred leaned forward so he could put a hand against the shower wall. Otherwise he was going to fall down. He started to pant.
Gwen
Gwen smiled briefly, then returned to what she was doing. She let her hands glide over his length as she took more and more of him in. She looked up at him, her eyes reflecting the love she felt for him. She expertly stroked him as well as taking him in her mouth, so he'd be feeling double sensations.
Mordred
Mordred stared down at her, pupils fully dilated and making his eyes look black. Bloody hell, what had he done to deserve this? Cos he couldn't think of anything good enough. He tangled a hand in her wet hair, stroking his thumb along her cheekbone. "Gwen, love..."
Gwen
Gwen let him fall from her mouth and stood up so she was between him and the wall, running her hand across his cheek and leaning in to kiss him.
"I love you," she whispered, before hitching herself up so she was just off the ground, but pressed against the cold shower wall. She shivered slightly and pulled Mordred closer to her.
Mordred
"Love you," Mordred said as he lifted her by the hips. "Gwen, I love you so much..." He carefully entered her, moaning with the sensation. "Always so tight...so hot..." The water beat down over his back.
Gwen
Gwen moaned loudly as he entered her. She squirmed then thrust her hips slightly, wrapping her legs around his back.
"Oh God... darling boy... you're so... so wonderful," she gasped.
Mordred
"Ah, bloody hell, Gwen..." Mordred used his hands to support her and he bent his head to suckle on her nipples as he thrust slowly. Good thing he worked out, or he wouldn't be able to do this.
Gwen
Gwen's eyes rolled back in her head as she let the sensations wash over her. Her fingers softly traced the marks down his back.
"Mine," she whispered, before her hips bucked slightly. "OH GOD!"
Mordred
"Yours," Mordred groaned. "All yours." He slipped one hand down between them to stroke her. The other hand he moved to support her under her butt. Didn't want to drop her. "Mine." He licked the mark on her neck again, then started to mouth it, nipping lightly with his teeth as he kept moving.
Gwen
Gwen thrust back towards him, her head back and eyes closed in pleasure.
She used a hand to briefly reach between them and cup his balls, rolling them in her hands, then stroked the base of his shaft.
"Always be yours," she moaned.
Mordred
"Mine," Mordred growled into her neck, closing his eyes slightly. "Forever." He thrust into her harder, needing more. "Always yours, always mine, forever. Love you." He bent his head and drew her nipple into his mouth, sucking hard as his fingers danced over her and his other hand held her hard enough to leave bruises.
Gwen
"Oh... God..." Gwen gasped.
She could feel herself about to climax, so she wrapped her legs tighter around Mordred and thrusted her hips at him, trying to get more and more inside of her.
"I... love... you..."
Mordred
Mordred hummed around her nipple, knowing she was on the edge. He thrust harder, almost pounding her into the tiles. Come for me love, come for me, he chanted inside his head. Come for me, love. He said to her telepathically. I love you, Gwen. Love...you... His fingers rubbed her, then twisted.
Gwen
Gwen let out a loud cry.
"OH GOD, MORDRED!"
Her legs tighted around his waist as she bobbed up and down.
"I'm coming... OH GOD!"
Mordred
Mordred let go of her breast and roared as he came, hips still moving as she came around him. "GWEN!" He managed to keep hold of her, even though his knees felt like they were about to give out. He nuzzled at her neck as the water streamed down.
Gwen
Gwen let herself slide down Mordred's body lazily, her knees weak. She licked over his lips, then reached behind him and turned the water off.
"Love you," she murmured as she opened the shower door and grabbed a towel, wrapping it around both of them.
Mordred
"Love you too," Mordred told her. He took the towel off her and wiped her dry, before hanging the towel over a rack and sinking to his knees. He started to lick at her, hands on her hips, fingers fitting almost perfectly into one set of bruisemarks he'd given her by accident.
Gwen
Gwen moaned and spread her legs slightly, running her hands through his hair. She leaned back against the shower wall, knowing her legs would give out if she tried to stand on her own.
Mordred
Mordred grinned as he felt her fingers tighten around his thick hair. He brought one of his hands up and started to use his fingers as well.
You love this, don't you? He spoke directly into her mind. Having me here. Loving you. Loving every part of you, everything about you. The face you make when you come, the way you taste. Everything. Perfect.
Gwen
"I love you," Gwen managed to gasp out.
She convulsed under his tongue.
"Goddammit, look what you do to me."
Mordred
Mordred cleaned her up with long sweeps of his tongue, then stood licking his fingers. He smiled at her. "Yummy." He reached around her and got the towel, starting to dry himself off.
Gwen
Gwen smiled back at him and walked back out to the bedroom. She lifted a short pleated black skirt from her bag and a white singlet. She put a bra on and put the shirt on, and making sure Mordred was watching, she slipped the skirt on with no underwear. She smiled cheekily as she reached for her knee high boots, and bent over to put them on, pausing to look up and wink at Mordred.
Mordred
Mordred grinned as he walked up behind her. "No knickers? What a bad girl you are." He nipped at the back of her neck as he slid a hand up the inside of her leg. "Part of the reason why I love you so much."
Gwen
Gwen trembled in his touch.
"Well, have to keep you on your toes, lover."
She turned and planted a kiss on his lips then left the room, pausing only to grin cheekily at him. She headed down the stairs to the kitchen to find her live in house sitter/butler making breakfast.
"Late night, Miss Raiden?"
"Guess you could say that, morning Bruce. Long time no see," Gwen replied.
"See well, it has been many weeks since you joined us here. How many people are here?"
"Um... five of us."
Bruce started to cook breakfast.
The Mavericks, Spike and Faolan
Mordred shook his head slightly as he got dressed. Bloody hell. He was going to look at her all day, and know that she had no knickers on...Christ. He slid his feet into his boots and walked down the stairs.
A rather cross Demetria got Faolan and headed down to where she could smell something cooking. She'd had to listen to the two couples go at it all night. And then Gwen and Mordred in the shower this morning. Where was Remy when you needed him?
Faolan was hyper. All the sexual energy floating around the house last night had acted like too much sugar.
Spike leered at Vortigern as the teen gingerly put on his pants. "Sore?"
"Well, not all of us have that super healing factor," Vortigern said, then he grinned. "But it's a good kind of sore. I'll feel you in me all day..." Spike's eyes glittered with gold as they went to brekfast, Vortigern walking just that bit too carefully.
Gwen
Gwen perched herself on the bench next to Bruce as he cooked for them.
"I've been trying to get work out here, but you know, not much demand lately," Gwen was saying to him.
Bruce nodded and put the plate of bacon onto the table, then set five place settings.
"You know, you don't have to do this," Gwen said.
"It is my job, Miss Raiden."
"Bruce, how many times do I have to tell you, call me Gwen."
"Miss Raiden..."
Gwen rolled her eyes good naturedly at the middle aged man and started to jump off the counter.
Bruce held his arm out for her to take while she steadied herself.
"Thanks, Bruce."
"My pleasure, Miss Raiden."
Demetria and Mordred
Demetria walked in with Faolan in her arms. "Good morning, Gwen," she said pleasantly, and then she noticed the man with Gwen. "Good morning, sir." She put Faolan down and he looked around.
Mordred walked in and ruffled Faolan's hair. "Morning, Dem." He walked over to Gwen. You're a very naughty girl. He told her telepathically.
Gwen
Bruce gave a little bow. "Good morning."
"Morning Dem, Faolan. This is Bruce, he's my live in house sitter and my friend."
"Miss Raiden, you are too kind."
"I trust you will ring if you need something?"
"Yep, thanks, Bruce."
Bruce gave another bow and left the kitchen. Gwen smiled after him and then went to sit in a seat.
"I know I'm naughty... but you love it," she replied to Mordred.
The Mavericks, Spike and Faolan
Oh bloody hell, I adore it. Mordred grinned at her, and bent to kiss her. Makes life interesting, in all sorts of ways.
Demetria looked around. "Where could I get a cup of tea, Gwen?" She tactfully didn't mention the large lovebites on both of their necks.
Faolan sat down in a chair and Mordred started to get some breakfast for him.
Spike entered with his hand around Vortigern's waist. He smirked. "Sleep well, Gwen, Wolf?"
Gwen
Gwen pointed at the large pot of tea that Bruce had thought to brew for them. It was next to a large pot of coffee and a large jug of orange juice.
Gwen looked up at Spike.
"Yep, like a log," she said, turning to smile at Mordred. "How about you two?"
Spike, Vortigern and Demetria
"Not from what I heard," Spike said, and then he leered at Gwen. Vortigern rolled his eyes. "We slept fine."
"Oh please. The four of you were all shagging like mad rabbits," Demetria said as she poured herself a cup of tea.
Vortigern blushed deeply.
Demetria looked over the rim of her cup at Gwen, and smiled slightly. "He is very talented with his tongue, isn't he?"
Gwen
Gwen nodded.
"Hell yes," she replied, reaching for Mordred's hand. "So... what's the plan for today?"
Mordred, Vortigern, Spike and Faolan
"Sightseeing?" Mordred said consideringly as he paused in feeding the bits of bacon to Faolan. A growl informed of his son's opinion of that, and he started to again.
"That could be fun," Vortigern said as he sat down carefully at the table.
"Sore, Vortigern?" Mordred teased his brother.
"You would be as well," Vortigern shot back. "Sorer."
Spike smirked.
Gwen
Gwen smiled.
"Hmm, looks like Vort didn't get much sleep," she commented lazily.
Spike and the Mavericks
"Neither did you," Spike said. "And you woke us up this morning."
Demetria blushed slightly and sipped her tea.
"We did?" Mordred asked, slightly, embarrassed.
"Oh god, Gwen, cariad..." Spike mimicked. "Mordred, please, oh GOD!"
Vortigern reached over and hit his lover upside the head.
"What?"
Gwen
Gwen stuck her tongue out at the vampire.
"Jealous that you didn't get a morning shag?"
Spike, Vortigern and Demetria
Spike smirked at her while Vortigern's blush deepened. "Just cos you didn't hear me, doesn't mean I didn't get my end away. I got woken up *very* nicely."
"Can we stop discussing our sexlives?" Vortigern asked plaintively.
Demetria snorted. "At least you have sexlives. Remy's in America."
Gwen
Gwen grinned while she picked at her breakfast.
"Poor Dem... you know, there is actually another panic room in this house and it is soundproof. It's basically the same as the other bedrooms, just soundproof. So if you want to move in there..."
She looked up at Mordred and slowly lifted her skirt so only he could see her.
The Mavericks and Spike
Mordred stared up her skirt. Oh, bloody hell. He shifted slightly. She was a wicked, wicked girl.
Spike laughed silently as Mordred's arousal sky rocketed. He winked at Gwen. "Vort, be a dear and find the blood I brought."
"It's in the fridge, Spike," Vortigern answered.
"I might take you up on that, Gwen. You're all very, ah, vocal." Demetria poured herself a fresh cup of tea.
Gwen
Gwen parted her legs slightly and licked her lips as she smiled at Mordred, teasingly biting her lip.
"Well, it's on this level of the house, the... bottom..." Gwen stretched the last word out deliberately taunting Mordred.
The Mavericks and Spike
Mordred swallowed, eyes glued to the dark space between her legs.
Spike's shoulders shook as Vortigern handed him a mug of warm blood. That poor boy. "Ta, love." He kissed Vortigern lingeringly, before drinking from the mug of blood.
"You'll have to show me later," Demetria said absently as she started to eat some breakfast.
Gwen
Gwen spread her legs a little wider and lifted her skirt further up, running a finger up the inside of her thigh, then pulling back and grinning cheekily at Mordred.
"Oh I'll show you later," she said half to Dem, but more to Mordred.
The Mavericks and Spike
Mordred choked on his cup of coffee that Vortigern had handed to him.
"That sounds delightful, Gwen," Demetria said as she sipped from her cup of tea.
Spike shook his head in reproof at the grinning Gwen as he sipped at his blood.
Gwen
"Oh, went down the wrong way, Mordred?" Gwen asked sweetly. She let her finger once again wander the inside of her thigh, a teasing look across her features.
Mordred and Vortigern
"Just...a little," Mordred said hoarsely as he watched her hand.
Vortigern spared his twin a glance, eating his brekafast.
"Something wrong, Mordred?"
"Nothing...nothing..."
Gwen
"Yes, anything 'up', Mordred?" Gwen asked, her tone innocent as her fingers danced along her inner thigh.
Mordred, Spike and Demetria
Bloody tease. Mordred told her. "No, Gwen. Everything's just...fine," he said through gritted teeth.
Spike snickered.
"Should we ring a taxi, or do we want to 'port there?" Demetria asked.
Gwen
"And you love me for it," Gwen replied.
She put her skirt down and stood slightly.
"I should tell Bruce we're going out," she said, walking past Mordred and brushing up against him. "Won't be a moment." She left the room and then appeared seconds later, and headed back to her seat, making sure to let her hands 'accidently' bursh over Mordred's crotch.
The Mavericks and Spike
Mordred's eyes went glassy and his hips bucked up slightly.
Spike laughed again, and then kissed Vortigern. "So, we going now?"
Mordred got off the table, so hard it hurt. He shot a glare at Gwen. "Yep. S'pose so. Everyone finished breakfast?"
"Yes," Demetria said.
"Yeah," Vortigern said. "Gwen, should we wash up our plates?"
Gwen
Gwen went and stood in front of Mordred, letting her bare ass rub against his crotch.
"No, Bruce can take care of it."
MOrdred and Demetria
Mordred's eyes crossed and he bit back a moan. He couldn't turn her over the table and shag her now, he couldn't.
Demetria nodded. "If you're sure..."
Don't shag her, don't shag her, don't shag her, Mordred chanted to himself.
Gwen
"Oh yes, I'm sure. Don't worry about it," Gwen smiled at Demetria, while rotating her hips slightly against Mordred.
She reached behind and slipped a hand into Mordred's pocket, feeling him out through the sides of his pants.
Mordred and Demetria
Mordred's breath rasped through his lungs. Oh bloody hell. He wouldn't be able to walk at this rate.
Demetria nodded and gathered everyone's breakfast things, putting them by the sink.
Gwen
Gwen turned around to face Mordred and left a tiny kiss on his lips, then resumed her exploring in his pocket.
"Shall we?" she said, smiling innocently.
Mordred and Demetria
Mordred's hips thrust backwards and forwards slowly and he moaned softly into her ear. She was driving him insane.
"Let's go then, shall we?" Demetria said. "I'll take Faolan and Spike. You take Vortigern and Gwen."
"Uh huh," Mordred agreed weakly.
Gwen
"Yes, take me," Gwen whispered.
She rotated her hips against Mordred's crotch and grinned at the reactions she was getting.
Mordred, Spike and Demetria
"If you don't stop, I'm going to," Mordred whispered into her ear. He ran his hand alongside the inside of her leg. "Right in front of my son and my brother...and I'd really rather not do that."
Spike snickered as he heard the conversation.
Demetria lifted Faolan into her arms and walked over to Spike.
Gwen
Gwen parted her legs slightly as she turned her face up to his.
"It's killing you, isn't it?" she whispered, reaching down and stroking him through his pants. "Wanting me this badly."
She straightened up and brought her legs together, still rotating her hips against him.
"Good..."
She cleared her throat.
"So, we all ready?"
The Mavericks
"You know it," Mordred said to her. "And it's turning you on as well."
"Yes, I think we're all ready," Demetria said cheerfully. "See you there." She touched Spike on the shoulder and they vanished.
Vortigern walked over to his twin. "Let's go then."
Gwen
Gwen smiled and stepped to the side of Mordred, her hand still in his pocket.
"Yes, let's go."
Mordred
Mordred swallowed. "Yeah," he said in a husky voice. "Let's go."
He teleported the three of them to Westminister Abbey.