Gwen
Gwen smiled across the table at Mordred, slipping her shoe off and lifted her leg, letting her barefoot caress Mordred through his pants.
Thank God this place had really long tablecloths... which actually gave her a better idea.
She took a sip of her water, eyes twinkling as she peered at Mordred.
Mordred
Mordred glared at her, even as he opened his legs wider to allow her access. "So, does everybody know what they want to order?" He said in a steady voice.
Gwen
"Yeah, but you're not on the menu... or are you?" Gwen asked Mordred.
"Oh, I'm not fussed," Gwen said out loud, her foot rubbing slowly, as she licked her lips.
The Mavericks and Spike
Spike gave her an amused look, certain he knew what was going on. "Steak, rare for me."
"I think...probably a pasta for me," Vortigern said. His hand disappeared under the table and he leaned his head on his other hand as he unzipped Spike.
"Fish or chicken, Fao?" Mordred asked his son.
"I'll have the osso bucco," Demetria said. "I haven't had that in a while."
Mordred shifted slightly in his seat, eyes darkening to black.
Gwen
They soon ordered and Gwen stood up suddenly, and excused herself to go to the bathroom.
She snuck around, and undetected, like the clever little thief she was, she snuck under the table and slowly unzipped Mordred's pants, taking him in her mouth again.
The Mavericks and Spike
Mordred sat up suddenly. "Bloody hell," he hissed between his teeth.
Vortigern gave him a conspiratorial glance as Spike's eyes glittered gold. "You alright there, Mordred?"
"Fine..." he gritted out.
Spike was breathing shallowly as Vortigern played with him under the table.
Demetria rolled her eyes.
Gwen
Gwen grinned and stroked Mordred gently, then engulfed half of his length in one go. She hummed quietly, the vibrations shooting through her throat onto Mordred.
Her hands stroked the base, grasping and sliding, up and down, one hand moving to cup his balls, her movements becoming faster.
The Mavericks, Spike and Faolan
Mordred moaned softly, putting his hand to his mouth and biting down on it to stifle any invertanent noises.
Spike made a strangled noise and came into Vortigern's hand. The golden haired teen smirked and got a napkin to clean himself and the vampire up surriptitously.
Demetria just shook her head and Faolan giggled.
Gwen
"Come for me," Gwen whispered into Mordred's mind.
Her movements and actions got faster, and she took his whole length into her mouth.
Mordred and Demetria
Mordred shuddered and came, hips thrusting up helplessly. I'm going to get you back for that. He vowed to her.
The waiter arrived with their meals and Mordred panted quietly as he regained control.
"I'll feed Faolan," Demetria said, looking at Mordred. "I don't think I trust you to, at the moment."
Gwen
Gwen swallowed it all, licked him clean then snuck back out from under the table and actually went into the bathroom. She smoothed her hair down and wiped her mouth, and once she was presentable, she walked back out to the table to rejoin the others.
She sat down and let her leg and foot explore Mordred's lap again.
The Mavericks and Spike
Vortigern winked at her, then licked his fingers. Spike swallowed audibly.
"Oh, please. There is a child present," Demetria said, looking up from feeding Faolan bits of fish.
"Mmm..." Mordred stared at Gwen. Don't you dare.
Gwen
Gwen smiled innocently at Mordred and let her foot keep rubbing him.
"Don't I dare do what?"
"So, today was fun..." she said, then took a sip of her water.
Mordred, Faolan and Demetria
"Yes, it was. Faolan and I saw a lot of animals," Demetria said demurely then chewed on s mouthful of her own dinner.
"Yes! I saw big, big cats, and I saw birds, but Auntie Dem said I couldn't hunt them," Faolan said pouting.
"Yeah, you shouldn't hunt the birds in the zoo," Mordred said in a strained voice.
Gwen
"No, you shouldn't do any hunting in the zoo," Gwen agreed. "The reptiles were cool, I liked that..."
Her foot continued rubbing, as her other foot slowly rubbed at his leg.
Spike and Vortigern
"Yeah, you like snakes, don't you, pet?" Spike said, grinning slightly.
Vortigern choked on his drink.
Gwen
Gwen giggled.
"For the most part, and doesn't everyone?"
She bit her lip seductively while looking Mordred in the eye, both of her feet in his lap, rubbing away at him.
Mordred, Demetria and Spike
Mordred looked back at her across the table. Too public, too public, too public, he chanted to himself.
"Yeah, you could say that," Spike said, grinning.
Demetria rolled her eyes again. "I really can't wait until I see Remy again."
"Poor guy won't know what hit him," Spike chuckled.
Gwen
"Poor Dem," Gwen sympathised.
She raised an eyebrow as her rubbing increased.
"Frustrated much, lover?" she asked him, her eyes twinkling.
"You should port him over here," Gwen said.
Demetria and Mordred
"Remy works a lot, I wouldn;t want to stop him from doing something important," Demetria demurred. "Besides we've only gone out on one date."
"Never, ah, stopped you before," Mordred said carefully.
"I think I actually like Remy. But I think he's still hung up on Rogue..." Demetria shook her head slightly, looking pensive.
Gwen
"But work isn't everything," Gwen pointed out. "Ok, a little rich coming from me, but that's not the point."
She rubbed Mordred harder through his pants.
"He'll come around... I'm sure of it. My experience as being a thief, we don't tend to say what's on our mind until we really open up to a person. In time, it'll get there."
Mordred and Demetria
If you don't stop, I'm going to come in my pants. And my jacket isn't long enough to cover it if I do. Mordred warned her.
Demetria sighed, and toyed with the food on her plate. "I suppose...I just don't like the fact that he could think of me as second best."
Gwen
Gwen grinned and stopped rubbing. "Well, I'll have to fix that, won't I?" she replied.
"I doubt he thinks of you as second," Gwen said, stabbing her fork at her plate. "But give him time to get over Rogue."
Mordred and Demetria
Mordred growled softly at Gwen over the table, and Spike laughed.
"Tease," he told Gwen.
"That's why I left, for a bit," Demetria said carefully. "You know. To get some space and give him some time."
Gwen
Gwen smiled innocently.
"Me?"
She returned her eyes to Demetria. "Yeah, well that was probably the right idea... anyway, are you officially a couple? Because if you're not... it doesn't mean you can't have some fun."
The Mavericks
"I'm not sure. That's what's so confusing." Demetria frowned. "We went out for lunch and we kissed, but I'm not sure..."
"You kow, if he hurts you, we will make his life a living hell?" Vortigern said.
Demetria smiled at him. "Yes, and I adore you all for it."
"Mavericks have to stick together," Mordred said.
"Yeah..." Vortigern grinned.
Gwen
Gwen smiled as she watched the exchanged around the table.
They finished their meals with more small talk and teasing from Gwen to Mordred, paid and were headed outside to leave.
"So, where to?"
The Mavericks
"Well, I'm for home," Demetria said. "I'll put Faolan to bed for you, Mordred."
"Thanks, Dem." Mordred stroked her hair briefly, and she smiled.
"It's perfectly alright. Come along, Faolan." She picked the little boy up and they disappeared.
"Clubbing?" Vortigern suggested.
Gwen
"Mmm, somewhere dark," Gwen grinned, winking at Mordred. "Clubbing sounds good."
Mordred and Spike
Mordred growled quietly. He needed her now. "You two go on ahead. Me and Gwen need to talk."
"Alright, mate," Spike said as he walked off with his hand around Vortigern's waist. "Catch ya later."
Mordred turned to Gwen and devoured her mouth, tasting himself on her tongue under the taste of what she'd eaten for dinner, and underneath that, the taste that was Gwen. He 'ported them from the street to the mouth of the alley across the street, not really caring if someone saw them.
Gwen
Gwen grinned into the kiss as she wrapped her arms around his neck.
"Someone a little worked up?" she asked teasingly, moving his hand so it was under her skirt. She then unzipped his fly.
They'd gone home and showered, and changed, and now Gwen was in a short red skirt, again with no underwear beneath it, and a black, almost transparent halter necked shirt, a black coat over the top, her feet cutely displayed in red high heels.
Mordred
"You have *no* idea," Mordred growled as he lifted her by the hips against the alley wall. "You always manage to do this to me..." He slammed into her almost brutally, too worked up to play around anymore. "Make me so hot I just don't care that anyone walking by could catch us...and you know you do." His fingers tightened on her waist as he buried his face in her chest.
Gwen
Gwen smiled, wrapping her legs around him and kissing him roughly, thrusting back against him.
"Hmm, I would've thought you'd be tired by now, love..."
Mordred
"Never, ah, too tired with you, cariad," Mordred said hoarsely. "And we've got a lot of time to catch up on." He rubbed her as he kept thrusting his hips, grinding against her.
Gwen
Gwen caught his mouth with hers, moaning as she thrusted back against him.
"Ohhhh Mordred..." she gasped out.
Mordred
"Ah, I was sick with worry for you," Mordred moaned into her ear. "Not knowing where you were, what you were doing, who you might be with..." He kneaded her breasts. "Drove me insane. And then you got sick...don't leave me, love, don't leave me." He kissed her desperately.
Gwen
Gwen kissed him back, her hands on his back, desperately clawing at him again.
"I'll never leave you... never. Always yours, you're always mine."
Mordred
"Yours, I'm yours," Mordred agreed hoarsely as he slammed into her again. "And you're mine. Mine! And I'll kill anyone who tries to take you from me." He bit down on her shoulder, frantic with love, lust and a sudden fear.
Gwen
Gwen let out a loud cry.
"Always yours... forever."
She kissed him roughly, her hands running through his hair.
Mordred
"Mine...my perfect, perfect angel..." Mordred lifted her higher with his hands and used gravity to slam her back down. "I love you, Gwen..."
Gwen
"I love you, Mordred."
Gwen shuddered in his arms, clenching and unclenching as she reached her peak.
Mordred
Mordred howled as he reached his climax, hips still jerking helplessly as he came. "GWEN!" He panted into her shoulder, kissing her damp neck.
Gwen
"OH GOD!" Gwen screamed as she came, thrusting back at Mordred, kissing his face, his neck, his hair, everywhere.
Mordred, Vortigern and Spike
Mordred held her as he slowly slid out of her, kissing her shoulders and neck.
"Bit noisy there, pets," Spike said snarkily.
"Spike!" Vortigern hissed in mortification.
Mordred just flipped the bird at the vampire as he clung to Gwen.
Gwen
Gwen waited till her feet were touching the ground, and straightened her skirt, standing in front of Mordred so he could fix himself up.
"Listening, were you?"
Mordred, Vortigern and Spike
"Pet, I think half of London heard that," Spike drawled. "Zip your fly, Vort. We were occupied ourselves."
Vortigern blushed but did as Spike said.
Mordred chuckled slightly as he adjusted himself and zipped the fly of his jeans.
Gwen
Gwen grinned.
"Then shall we go clubbing or continue this argument at home?"
Mordred and Vortigern
"I'm taking you out to show you off," Mordred said. "Soho?"
"Soho," Vortigern agreed.
The teleporter touched their shoulders and 'ported them all to the Soho club district.
Gwen
Gwen grinned, and took Mordred's hand.
"Love you."
She leant up and kissed him.
Mordred
"Love you too," Mordred said. They all started towards one of the many clubs, which had a bit of a line to it.
Soon they were inside and dancing to the relentless thumpthumpthump of the club's music.
Gwen
Gwen rubbed up against Mordred, dancing seductively, letting her fingers dance across his crotch.
She smiled over at Spike and Vort.
Spike, Vortigern and Mordred
Spike grinned back at her as he pulled Vortigern flush with his body, then slowly slid a hand down the back of the boy's pants. Vortigern gasped and rotated his hips.
"Such a tease. A really wicked girl. Positively demonic," Mordred moaned into her ear.
Gwen
Gwen turned to face Mordred, wrapping her arms around his neck.
"Me? A tease. No, no."
Mordred
"You bloody well are, and you know it," Mordred told her as he put his hands on her hips and ground against her.
Gwen
Gwen got on her tip-toes and kissed his nose, then moved down and licked his neck, nipping at his hickey. She brought one arm down and put her hand in his pocket, feeling him out.
"I don't think I'm the tease out of the two of us."
Mordred
"Oh, really?" Mordred arched an eyebrow as he bucked into her hand. "You're the one who started this little game, love." He tugged gently on her earlobe and then moved down to her neck as his hands cupped her butt.
Gwen
"Me?"
Gwen sighed in contentment.
"If you think that was playing, you better get prepared for when we get home."
She lifted her skirt slightly so that Mordred's hands were on her bare butt.
Mordred
"I don't think I've ever come so many times in one day," Mordred mused as he smoothed his hands against her skin. One of his hands moved so he could slide two fingers inside her.
Gwen
"Agreed."
Gwen's breathing got a little heavier. She moved a hand and unzipped his fly, pressing closer to him and stroking his length discreetly.
"God, let's go home soon..." she moaned in his ear.
Mordred
"But I want to dance first," Mordred said contrarily. He nuzzled her neck and moved his fingers inside her.
Vortigern and Spike were grinding against each other, kissing and groping. They were drawing stares, even in Soho.
Gwen
Gwen kissed him hungrily, her hand moving faster over him, rubbing herself against his hand.
Mordred, Vortigern and Spike
Mordred kissed her back, their tongues duelling, and then someone shoved up against Gwen's back. "Watch it, mate," Mordred lifted his head to snarl.
Vortigern rolled his hips, hands over his head as Spike ran his fingers down the teen's sides.
Gwen
Gwen turned around, then kissed Mordred's cheek.
"Let it go, love," she said softly.
Spike, Vortigern and Mordred
Mordred glared at the idiot who had bumped into his Gwen, then returned to what he had been doing before. He sucked on the patch of skin that he had already turned into a hickey, wanting his mark on her to last for days and days.
Spike undid the buttons on Vortigern's shirt as they swayed together. Sweat glistened on Vortigern's forehead as he threw his head back, mouth open.
Gwen
Gwen kissed him gently and tucked him into his pants and zipped his fly up.
"I'll be back in a sec," she said.
She kissed him again quickly and headed off to the toilet, but on the way, some guy grabbed her.
"So, hows about we dance?"
Gwen struggled. "How about not." She was preparing to shock him when he stuck his hand under her skirt, and dragged her off to a corner.
"GET OFF!"
Mordred, Vortigern and Spike
Mordred was there in a flash, throwing the guy off Gwen and sending him crashing to the floor with one punch. "Don't you *dare* touch her," Mordred snarled. The man very stupidly got back up.
"What's it to you, tosser?"
"She's *mine*." Mordred moved in to beat the man into a bloody pulp, intending to finish up with breaking his stupid neck.
Vortigern ran to his twin, Spike right behind him.
They didn't reach him before Mordred with a vicious twist, broke two of the man's fingers.
Spike pulled the raging teen off the nearly comatose man.
"YOU DON'T TOUCH HER!"
Gwen
"She was begging for it," the guy said snidely, wiping blood away from his mouth.
Gwen held a hand up on Mordred and kissed his neck gently.
"Don't worry about it, Mordred, let's just go... come on, let's just go."
Mordred and Vortigern
"I'm going to kikll you," Mordred said calmly, blue eyes glowing. "Not here, not now. But one day, you're going to die by my hand."
The mand shrugged it off, slightly uncomfortable. "Yeah, right."
Mordred's mouth tightened. "*Fine*." He concentrated and the man went crashing to the floor screaming. "Let's go."
Vortigern looked at his twin in shock, then back to the wailing man. He didn't know even Mordred could be that vicious with his telepathy. "Yeah..."
Mordred closed his eyes briefly, and 'ported them all home. He managed to drop Spike and Vortigern in their room, and him and Gwen in his room. He clung to her, shaking with the after shocks.
Gwen
Gwen kissed his head softly.
"It's ok, it's ok. Shh, it's ok."
She held him close to her and ran her fingers through his hair.
"Shhh, darling boy, it's ok."
Mordred
Mordred breathed in her scent deeply, shoulders shaking. He swayed them back and forth gently and a few tears slipped down to wet her shirt. He raised his head to claim her mouth in a passionate kiss.
Gwen
Gwen rubbed his back soothingly, kissing him back tenderly.
"I love you, thank you for being in my life... my darling boy, please don't cry..."
She brought her hand up and wiped his tears away.
"Don't cry, please, dear boy..."
Mordred
"I love you," Mordred told her. "Love you, Gwen..." He kissed her again, too lost for words. "I..."
Gwen
"I know," Gwen soothed, kissing him back. "I love you."
She sat up and gently pushed Mordred so he was lying down, then she helped him out of his shirt and boots and pants, then held a hand up.
"Be back in a second."
She cuffed Mordred to the bedhead and left a long kiss on his lips, then ran out quickly to the kitchen, grabbed a tray of ice and then came back upstairs, closing the door behind her and locking it.
She walked over to the bed and took an ice cube and slowly rubbed it down his chest, then licked the watery trail it had left. She put the ice in her mouth then lowered her head and took his full length into her mouth.
Mordred
Mordred cried out, throwing his head back onto the pillows. "GWEN!" Cold, it was cold, but her mouth was warm...
Gwen
Gwen stroked the base of his shft, giggling and letting the vibrations of her throat work on him. The ice soon melted and she concentrated solely on getting him off.
Mordred
Mordred's hips bucked up under the ministrations of her mouth. "Oh GOD, Gwen!" He screamed. "Please, oh god, love, please!"
Gwen
Gwen swallowed his load quickly, then moved up and kissed him, letting his taste linger in both their mouths. She straddled him and took her shirt off, then her skirt and then reached up and unclasped the cuffs.
Mordred
Mordred ran his hands along her hips. "Oh god, I love you, Gwen," he told her ferverently. He twisted them both so she landed underneath him, and then moved down her body to return the favour. He looked at the ice tray, and grinned, before getting some and putting it in his mouth. Then he ducked his head again.
Gwen
"OH GOD!" Gwen screamed as the sensation hit her. She grabbed her pillow and pressed it to her mouth to muffle the loud screams.
"I... love... you... too..." she panted.
Mordred
"Always and forever." He slid three fingers inside her as he kept tongueing her. *Mine*.
Gwen
"Always yours," Gwen agreed breathlessly.
She reached down to run her hands through Mordred's hair.
"And you're... always... mine..."
Mordred
Always. Mordred carefully brought a fourth finger into play. Open up for me, love.
Gwen
Gwen spread her legs a little wider.
"Ohhhhh," she moaned as she felt a fourth finger be inserted.
Mordred
Carefully, carefully, Mordred tucked his thumb in and moved his whole hand inside her. He moved up to kiss her as he moved his hand slowly. "I love you."
Gwen
"I love you back," Gwen gasped, kissing him back.
She reached down and grasped him, sliding up and down slowly.
Mordred
Mordred moaned into her ear, then carefully took his hand out. He didn't want to hurt her. He tilted her hips and slid into her. He could never get enough of her. He put her legs up over his shoulders so he could thrust into her deeply. "Gweeeennnn..."
Gwen
Gwen let out a loud scream.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"
She spread her legs slightly to accommodate more of him inside of her, her hand reaching between them and running a finger down his chest.
Mordred
Mordred nipped at her neck as he shifted up onto both hands and started to pound her through the matress. Or try really hard at doing it anyway. "Mine," he growled and bit down on the curve of her shoulder.
Gwen
Gwen heard something snap and she seriously hoped it wasn't any of her vital limbs, then shrugged it off. She could fix it later, right now...
She shuddered as she bit at Mordred's lips.
"Yours," she agreed.
MOrdred
"Yours, always yours," Mordred said. The bed tilted slightly, but Mordred didn't notice.
Gwen
Gwen rolled over so she was on top and kissed him gently.
"You're always mine..."
She lowered her mouth to his neck where she sucked on his love bite, making it darker and bigger.
The bed, meanwhile, collapsed to the ground, but the feeling of the thud, just added to the sensations of Mordred and Gwen's love making.
Mordred
Mordred thrust his hips up into her, head falling backwards to let her do whatever she wanted to his neck. "Oh god, I love you."
Gwen
"I love you too," Gwen moaned.
She thrust her hips back down at him, suckling at his neck, and biting down hard as she started to come.
Mordred
Mordred howled as she tightened around him and came with her. His back arched and his head fell back as his eyes rolled up in his head. They lay there for a moment. "I think we broke the bed love."
Gwen
Gwen giggled and kissed his neck.
"Really? Wow, that was what you'd call an earth shattering orgasm then, yes?"
She rolled over to the side and let him slide out of her, then she looked at him, with her eyes twinkling.
"So, feeling a bit dirty... time for a shower?"
Mordred
"MMmm..." Mordred watched her, then leaned over to kiss her. "And I still haven't punished you for your absolutely horrible teasing all day."
Gwen
"Me?"
Gwen grinned cheekily at him.
"Then go on, punish me."
Mordred
Mordred smiled dangerously. "Ok, love." He sat up and yanked her over his lap, face downwards. Then he raised his hand and smacked her hard across the ass.
Gwen
Gwen shivered and reached a hand out to stroke him while he spanked her.
"Ohhhh."
Mordred
"What you did today in the kitchen? Very bad love. Very not nice." On each second word, Mordred spanked her hard. "The zoo wasn't so bad, but the Tower...oh you were positively evil." Smack, smack, smack. Mordred admired her now rosy skin but didn't stop, occasionally soothing the abused skin with his hand but continueing to spank her.
Gwen
"Yes, I was very bad," Gwen agreed, taking hold of his shaft and squeezing harder, running her hands up and down.
Mordred
"Shocking," Mordred told her. He started to finger her with his other hand as he spanked her. "Don't come until I say you can, love. Think you can do that?"
Gwen
"I think so..." Gwen moaned.
She bucked her hips slightly.
Mordred
"Good to hear, love," Mordred told her. "You have been a very bad girl, after all. And only good girls get to come."
Gwen
Gwen spread her legs slightly and clenched her teeth, then let out a loud moan.
"Ohhhh God, Mordred!"
Mordred
Mordred stopped spanking her and just rubbed his hand soothingly over her hot cheeks. After all, he didn't want to hurt her permanently. "Yes, love?" His fingers kept moving in and out of her.
Gwen
"You're a f*cking tease," Gwen said through her clenched teeth. She closed her eyes and shuddered before screaming out.
"MORDRED PLEASE!"
Mordred
"And what did you do to me all day? What happened in the Tower, that was nasty." Mordred kissed between her shoulderblades, and stopped moving his fingers.
Gwen
Gwen's eyes smoldered with desire as she looked up at Mordred.
"Didn't. Tease. You. This. Much."
She rubbed at his shaft and tugged it gently.
"You. F*cking. Asshole," she said through her clenched teeth.
Mordred
"Payback's a bitch," Mordred said as he spread her legs wider with his hands and then lifted her onto the bed. HE entered her from behind, hands set over her hips. "Come for me, love," he breathed into her ear and then nipped sharply at the purpling hickey on her neck.
Gwen
"MORDREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEED!" Gwen screamed, her hips bucking as he entered her.
"OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH GOD!"
Her hips spasmed back against Mordred as she started to come.
Mordred
Mordred moaned, but kept moving as she came, drawing out her climax. "Told you you'd beg and scream, didn't I?"
Gwen
"Asshole."
Gwen collapsed, breathless as her climax ended.
Mordred
Mordred sat back on his heels and pulled her with him. He nuzzled her neck as his hips kept thrusting. "Maybe, but I'm yours."
Gwen
Gwen thrusted back against him.
"Always. Mine."
She turned her head to kiss him passionately.
"Mine," she said possessively.
Mordred
"Yours," Mordred agreed throatily, eyes fluttering shut. "All yours, cariad." He moaned as he came. "Gwen..."
Gwen
Gwen caught his lips mid moan and kissed him deeply, their tongues fighting together inside their mouths.
She thrusted back towards him, grabbing the base of his hardness and stroking it through his orgasm.
Mordred
Mordred collapsed into a boneless heap on the bed, Gwen on top of him. He opened an eye and looked at her. "That was good."
Gwen
"It was indeed."
Gwen sat up slowly.
"Should we find another bedroom? One with a bed that'll be comfortable to sleep on?"
Mordred
Mordred's shoulder's staretd to shake, then he laughed out loud. "We broke the sodding bed, Gwen! I've *never* done that before!"
Gwen
Gwen joined in the laughter before leaning down to kiss him.
"Your fault, for being so damn aggressive."
She paused and bit her lip.
"Although, I quite liked the aggressiveness."
She sat up again.
"Come on, there's a room next door that's empty."
MOrdred
"Liked it?" Mordred nuzzled between her shoulderblades. "I can be whatever you want, love. Just tell me what your pleasure is." He cupped her breasts and rubbed her nipples.
Gwen
Gwen slithered down and kissed his length before standing up and pulling him out to the next room. She pressed her hand to the metal plate and switched on the lights, and kicked the door closed behind them. She dimmed the lights and once she and Mordred were lying in their new bed, she flicked them off, reaching for him under the covers.
Mordred
"What do ya reckon we can break this one too? But let's leave that for another night," Mordred suggested as he pulled her close and kissed her sweetly.
Gwen
Gwen kissed Mordred back, entwining their fingers as she closed her eyes.
"Yeah, way too tired."
She leaned up and kissed him again.
"I love you... good night."
Mordred
"G'night, love." Mordred kissed her forehead and watched her for a moment, then closed his eyes and slept. He hoped he never had to sleep without her in his arms again.