Gwen
Gwen yawned as she woke up. She sat up and stretched her arms and smiled down at Mordred's sleeping form. She bent and kissed his head, then gently pried herself from his arms and ducked back to her room next door and put a robe on, then headed downstairs where Bruce was up, dusting in the living room.
"Morning."
"Good morning, Miss Raiden."
Bruce gave a little bow and led her into the kitchen, where he started to fix her a cup of coffee. The phone rang and he paused in his task to answer it.
"Hello, Raiden Residence."
Gwen smiled and got up to finish making the coffee herself, only to be given a sharp glance from Bruce, so she obediently sat down again, just as he handed the phone to her.
"It's work," he said, going back to the coffee.
Gwen rolled her eyes and lifted the phone to her ear. "Yeah? Um... no. I'm only here for a few days. Holiday. But thank you. Alright. You too. Bye." She hung up and Bruce took the phone from her.
"Here you are," Bruce said, handing her the coffee.
"Thanks. It never fails, does it? Somehow, word gets out that I'm back and work starts streaming in. Anyway, sit down, relax."
"No, Miss. Thank you."
Gwen smiled at the old man and leant back in her chair, her smile disappearing as the phone rang again. "If it's work, I'm not here."
Bruce nodded and lifted the phone. "Raiden Residence.... the police? Yes, yes, I'll just put you through." He covered the mouthpiece and held the phone out to Gwen. "Something about a nightclub."
Gwen sat up, alarmed. "Oh... ok, you know, tell them the usual." She got up and put her coffee in the sink.
Bruce nodded and spoke into the phone again. "Unfortunately Miss Raiden is unavailable, may I take a message?" He paused. "Yes, certainly, I'll be glad to pass that on to her... here? When? An hour? I'm afraid that's not going to be... could you possibly... two hours? Thank you officer. Good day to you." He hung up and kissed her head. "Miss Raiden, you have two hours to get out of here."
"But..."
"They'll be here then, and I will send them on their way. So, hurry."
"Thank you. You've been..."
"No need to thank me. Good luck, Gwen."
Gwen smiled as he finally called her by her first name. She planted a kiss on his cheek and ran upstairs into her room and shook Mordred awake.
"Love, we have to get out of here..."
Mordred
"Mmmm?" Mordred woke up slowly. He blinked at her from under sleep tousled hair. "What's up, love? What's wrong?"
Gwen
Gwen kissed his head.
"The police called about that incident at the nightclub. Bruce stalled them, so we have two hours to get out of London, basically."
Mordred, Vortigern and Spike
"Oh, bloody hell." Mordred ran a hand over his stubbled jaw. "I'm sorry, love." He looked up at her. "Shouldn'tve lost my temper like that, but he was..." Mordred shook his head. Wake up, Vort! The coppers are on their way, we got two hours.
What? Oh, hell. Ok. I'll get everyone else up.
Vortigern shook Spike awake. "Spike, we got two hours to get out of London. Coppers."
The vampire woke up and drew Vortigern down for a kiss. "Still means we got two hours, dunnit?"
"Spike...we really need to get going," Vortigern protested feebly.
Gwen
Gwen shook her head.
"Don't worry about it, not your fault. Thank you for stopping him, and he deserved it anyway. So come on... we both need showers."
She grinned cheekily at him.
Mordred
"Shoulda bloody killed the wanker..." Mordred shook his head, then reached up to frame her face with his hands and kissing her. "Mmmm. Shower. Sounds good. It's not like we brought that much stuff with us anyway. And what's the point of having two teleporters if you can't use them to escape in a hurry when you need to?"
Gwen
Gwen nodded.
"You're extremely handy."
She pulled him up and grinned.
"You might have to make a run for next door or port in," she said, raising her eyebrow with a smirk as she took in his naked situation.
Mordred
"I think I'll 'port," Mordred chuckled as he stood up. "I'll start the shower for you."
He 'ported into the bathroom and sneaked a look at the broken bed before laughing and starting the shower.
Gwen
Gwen walked out and looked around at her house with a sigh. She shook her head and went into the bathroom, closing the door behind her and letting her robe fall off her shoulders. She stepped into the shower and reached up to kiss Mordred.
Mordred
Mordred put his hands around her waist and kissed her back. "It'll be alright, love. Really." He got the bar of soap and started to run it all over her body, leaving white faintly vanilla scented bubbles in its wake.
Gwen
"I know," Gwen said, giving him a smile.
She let her hands trail down Mordred's body, then kissed him again.
"Where do we want to go? I have a place in Paris. Nicer house, more servants," she grinned cheekily.
She paused.
"I'm kinda spoilt."
Mordred
"As long as I'm with you, I don't care where I am," Mordred told her, kissing her jaw then trailing kisses down the center of her body. "You're home, wherever that may be." He looked up at her from his position on his knees and smiled up at her, water wetting his black hair close to his skull. "I love you."
Gwen
"I love you too," Gwen replied.
She bent down to kiss him softly, the intensity growing each second.
Mordred
Mordred kissed her back, tongues duelling together. "Love you, cariad. Always. I'm yours. and you're mine forever." Hethen turned his attention to the faintly purple marks he'd left on her hips the day before, kissing them with featherlight touches. "Didn't hurt you none, did I?"
Gwen
"Never."
Gwen pulled him up and wrapped her arms around his neck, water running off their bodies as they stood briefly in silence.
"You could never hurt me."
Mordred
Mordred nuzzled her neck briefly, holding her close. "I wouldn't want to." He kissed her. "Love you too much, angel." He ran his hands down her back, as if he was memorising every curve of her body.
Gwen
Gwen kissed Mordred back.
"I love you."
She ran her hands down his chest and grasped at him, stroking slowly.
Mordred
"Want you, please, love," Mordred pleaded, eyes half closing as she touched him. It didn't matter what they did or how many times they did it, he always wanted more of her.
Gwen
Gwen kissed him and pushed him against the shower wall. She licked her way down his chest and took him in her mouth, still using her hands to stroke him.
Mordred
Mordred cried out, head hitting the shower wall with a soft thud. Oh god. His hands went to her hair, fingers tangling in her soft water drenched locks. "Gwen..."
Gwen
Gwen pulled back and stood up, kissing him deeply.
"I want you," she whispered.
Mordred
"You've got me," Mordred whispered back as he lifted her by the hips and sank into her. "God, Gwen..."
Gwen
Gwen let out a moan and licked at Mordred's neck, sucking at his love bite, making it darker.
"Ohhhh."
Mordred
"Yours," Mordred gasped and let his head roll back to let her have better access. He moved her up and down slowly, grinding his hips against hers.
Gwen
Gwen moved her head and caught his mouth with hers, moaning softly.
"Mine... and I'm yours," she whispered.
Her arms tighened around his neck and she shuddered as she reached her peak.
Mordred
Mordred cried out softly as she tightened around him rhytmically. "Oh god, Gwen! I love you!" He shuddered slightly as he climaxed, holding her tightly.
Gwen
"I love you too," Gwen moaned as she came.
She hugged closer to Mordred, searching out his mouth for a kiss.
Mordred
They kissed almost lazily while the shower water beat down over their heads. "I love you always, Gwen." Mordred caressed the side if her face, looking deep into her eyes. "My beautiful angel..." He smiled slightly and dropped to his knees, spreading her legs with his hands. Tasting both of them on her was...indescriable.
Gwen
Gwen moaned as she felt his hot breath on her thighs.
"I love you, my dear boy," she murmured.
Mordred
"Mmmmm...." Mordred hummed as he tasted. Perfect. Love you, Gwen.
Gwen
"Ohhhhhhhhhh," Gwen moaned, throwing her head back.
She reached down and ran her hands through Mordred's hair affectionately.
Mordred
Mordred licked and nipped gently as he worked Gwen to orgasm. /I love the way you taste, angel. Everything about you, is so perfect.../
Gwen
"MORDREEEEEEEEEEEEEEED!" Gwen screamed, hands tightening in his hair as she came.
Her knees weakened as she leaned against the shower wall.
"I love you so much..."
Mordred
Mordred looked up, and smiled. "Love you too, mo cariad." He stood up and kissed her before getting out of the shower and drying himself off. He got another towel and turned towards her with it open in his hansd. "Towel, miss?"
Gwen
"Ugh, don't start... I'm gonna get enough of that if we go to Paris."
Gwen took the towel from him and grumbled good naturedly, then her face broke out into a grin.
"Well, actually, I do love being waited on..."
She dried herself off and went back into the bedroom, looking for clothes. She selected a short white skirt and a red strapless top and searched around for her red flip flops. She eventually found them kicked into the corner of the room.
Mordred
Mordred chuckled slightly as he carefully shaved. "You love the attention..." He shut up again as he scraped the razor over his chin and down the sides of his throat.
Gwen
"Why yes, yes I do. You know me so well, Mordred."
Gwen grinned and started to pack their stuff in their bags, leaving Mordred a set of clothing to wear.
"Right... I've lost it... damn."
She put her hands on her hips as she gave the room the once over, then went over to the intercom and pressed the button.
"Yes, Miss Raiden?" Bruce's voice came through immediately.
"I thought we got past that... anyway, Bruce, we're gonna go... if you find a necklace up here, could you send it to my place in LA? Oh and... could you look into getting this bed fixed? Thanks."
"My pleasure."
Gwen stepped away from the intercom and lifted their bags and put them near the door.
"Right."
The Mavericks, Faolan and Spike
Mordred rinsed his razor out then went and got dressed.
Spike and Vortigern were downstairs already, bags by the stairwell.
Demetria had Faolan and was feeding him some breakfast. Her bags were with Spike and Vortigern's.
Mordred went to Gwen and hugged her, head over her shoulder. "So, Paris...what's it like?"
Gwen
"It's nice... very nice."
Gwen turned her head to kiss him, then began to pull him out of the room and down the stairs.
Mordred and Vortigern
Mordred walked down the stairs with her. "So, how much longer do we have before we have to leave?"
"Half an hour, but it might not be a bad idea to leave now," Spike said.
"Coppers..." Vortigern shook his head slightly. "That guy had it coming to him."
"Yeah, well. He's the one in a hospital." Mordred grinned nastily.
Gwen
"This is yours, Miss Raiden?"
Gwen looked up, startled as Bruce stepped into the room holding her necklace. She smiled and took it from him.
"Yep, thanks."
"My pleasure. I trust you have arranged suitable transportation or would you like me to ring for someone?"
"Mordred and Dem are gonna teleport us over... but thanks anyway."
"My pleasure. Stay safe, Miss Raiden."
"And same to you," Gwen said, giving the old man a hug.
He blushed. "Have a safe trip, all of you," he said before departing.
Gwen turned to Mordred.
"Right, let's do this."
The Mavericks and Spike
"Yeah." Mordred took hers and Vortigern's hand as Demetria touched Spike's shoulder. There was a knock at the door.
"Let's have the grand exit then, pets." Spike grinned, and they disappeared from London.
They landed on the pavement in front of the Eiffel Tower.
A bit of telepathic suggestion and everybody looked away from the people who had just appeared out of nowhere.
"So here we are then. Paris." Vortigern grinned. "Where's your house, Gwen?"
Gwen
Gwen blushed slightly.
"Well, when I said house..."
She fidgeted.
"Maybe... uh we should port there. Otherwise the cab fare is going to be enormous, for the driveway alone."
She pictured her house in her mind so Mordred could take the picture.
Mordred, Demetria and Spike
Mordred raised an eyebrow slightly. "Rightio then, pet."
He tossed the mind picture to Demetria, and she nodded.
"I know it."
They 'ported.
"You have a fair bit of dosh then, don't you, sparks?" Spike drawled.
Gwen
"Well..."
Gwen blushed a deeper red.
"I did a lot of jobs here... and the French are kinda generous, when you... uh... pit... them... against... each... other..."
She walked ahead of them to cover her embarrassment and pressed her palm to the metal plate on the door, and the door swung open.
"Home sweet home."
Demetria, Mordred and Spike
"Very elegant," Demetria noted. "Almost reminds me of my own home..."
"Did you want to ring your folks up or anything, Dem?" Mordred asked her.
She shook her head fiercely. "No, I most certainly do not."
"Ok..."
"Nice, pet, verrrry nice," Spike drawled as they entered the house. "So, you're gonna be her toyboy then, Mordred?"
"Do you really want me to hurt you, Spike? Cos you're going the right way about it," Mordred said quietly.
Gwen
Gwen stood looking at her house for a minute and sighed.
"Ok... I can't remember my way around here..."
She pointed to the left. "Right, that's the west wing, I can't actually remember what's there, and past that is the servants quarters. Upstairs is the main bedrooms and then the level above that is a ballroom, dining room, library. Then this level, we have the kitchens and a smaller dinging room."
She paused as a maid came hurrying down the stairs.
"Bonjour, Mlle Raiden," she said, curtseying. "Suis j'ainsi supposez que vos invités auraient besoin de salles?" (Am I to assume your guests would need rooms?)
"Oui. Mais seulement deux doivent être préparés. Et mine," Gwen replied. (Yes, but only two need be prepared. And mine.)
"Oui m'am." The maid curtseyed again and clapped her hands and a few more maids came scurrying out to take their luggage. "En haut. Deux salles et suite habituelle de Mlle Raiden's." (Upstairs. Two rooms and Miss Raiden's usual suite.) The maids filed upstairs slowly and Gwen turned back to the rest of the group blushing again.
"Ok, well, there'll be rooms for us."
The Mavericks and Spike
"Darrrrrling, don't worry about it." Demetria waved a hand dismissingly at Gwen's embarassment. "I'll let you in on an incy secret. My house is bigger, and we have three country houses besides that in England, five houses in America, two in France, one in Germany, a chalet in Switzerland..."
"And I've stayed in swanky deals like this before, so don't worry about that either," Spike put in.
"As I said, home's wherever you are," Mordred whispered into her ear and gripped her shoulder.
"We'll just have to make sure we don't lose Faolan," Vortigern put in.
Gwen
Gwen coughed slightly.
"Actually, if I do recall..."
She put her hands on her hips.
"One of the maids has a little boy, he's about... three. If I could only remember which one it was... oh, no doubt Mrs Willis will know."
She took Mordred's hand.
"Shall we go upstairs? There is a quicker way to get upstairs, but I can't remember it... I haven't been here in awhile, so I'll do some exploring later."
She leaned up to Mordred's ear. "And we have a simply massive bed," she purred.
The Mavericks and Spike
"What, you think we can't break it too?" Mordred murmered into her ear, then licked it.
"Ok...What say we all go find our rooms?" Spike said.
"Yeah, great idea." Vortigern nodded.
"You do have a library, don't you?" Demetria asked.
Gwen
"Yup, top level. Next to the panic room."
Gwen grinned.
"I have a panic room in all my houses. That's so insane."
She started to lead Mordred up the stairs.
"You are very naughty," she whispered to him as they walked down the hallway. She stopped suddenly, looking at a painting on the wall of herself. "Oh somehow I knew that would be back."
Mordred
"*I'm* very naughty? Who was the one with no knickers and a short skirt yesterday, hmmm?" Mordred purred into her ear. "And why are you surprised to see that painting back? Where did it go?"
The others were shown to their rooms.
Gwen
"I hid it. Obviously the maids did some exploring while I was gone and found my secret rooms."
Gwen smiled up at Mordred as they continued to her room, and put his hand under her skirt.
"Wasn't just yesterday, love."
Mordred
Mordred's eyebrows arched in surprise. "Ohhh, rrrrreallly now," he purred into her ear. His fingers were soon mimicking what he would be doing as soon as they got to the room. "What is it with you and your dislike for underwear of any type?"
Gwen
"I don't dislike underwear."
Gwen smiled.
"Well, I don't usually... when I'm not with you."
She came to the door and pressed her hand to the metal plate, then twisted the doorknob and opened the door. She smiled as she looked around at her room.
She walked over to one of the large french windows and looked out at the courtyard below.
Mordred
"Nice digs," Mordred remarked as he went over to her. He put his hands on her shoulders and started to kiss her neck. "Nice...bed."
Gwen
Gwen turned to kiss him properly, wrapping her arms around his neck.
"Why thank you."
She pushed him roughly onto the bed and got on top of him, kissing him again.
Morded
Mordred undid her top and pushed it off her shoulders, before turning his attention to the bra. "I do. I really like your taste in beds."
Gwen
"I like my taste in men."
Gwen kissed him deeply, their tongues meeting for a serious duel inside their mouths. She reached down and undid his pants, sliding them off his legs before being her hands up around his neck.
Mordred
"Do you really now?" Mordred growled. "Long as I stay yours." He
reached up to play with her breasts and his other hand went down
between her thighs.
Gwen
"Always, darling boy, always."
Gwen kissed Mordred again, spreading her legs for him.
"Je vous aimerai jusqu'à la fin du temps," she whispered. (I'll love
you until the end of time.)
Mordred
Mordred purred as he slid inside her. "I love the way you feel around
me. So tight, so bloody hot...perfect." He moved his hips to
encourage her to move.
Gwen
Gwen thrusted back at him.
"Ohhh," she moaned softly, closing her eyes.
Mordred
"Beautiful..." Mordred was lost in a sense of wonder as he watched
her. "So beautiful..." He kissed her passionately as his hands
smoothed over her hips.
Gwen
Gwen let out a scream as she started to come.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhh Mordreeeeeeeed!"
Mordred
"GWEN!" Mordred shouted, coming as she came, head thrown back onto
the bed. "Oh god, I love you!"
Gwen
"I love you too..."
Gwen lay tired for a second then kissed him sweetly. She giggled.
"You know, we haven't really stopped screwing around since we left
New York."
Mordred
"Mmmmm. I don't mind. And it's a lot easier here then the school."
Mordred moved his hands up to her breasts and rubbed her nipples into
peaks. Mmm. Pretty. "Too many people around there. And not to mention
telepaths. We're a nosy bunch."
Gwen
"Yep, you are," Gwen teased, then kissed his nose. "And as much as
I'd love to spend today in bed, we have plent of time for that...
shall we go do the touristy stuff? I'm sure Vort would love to see
some art galleries."
She sat up and slid off the bed slowly.
Mordred
Mordred growled and pulled her back down onto his lap. "Plenty of
time for that. Later." He started to kiss her neck and fondle her
breasts. "I'm sure Vort and Spike are pretty busy anyway."
Gwen
Gwen grinned and lifted Mordred's head so she could kiss him.
"Tsk tsk, you want more?"
She let a finger trace his jawbone.
Mordred
"You know perfectly well I can never get enough of you," Mordred
said. His hand slid down to the juncture of her thighs. "All you have
to do is look at me, and I want you."
Gwen
"Hmm, I better not let you go, because I doubt I'll find anyone who
I want and love more than you."
Gwen kissed his head, and reached down to hold his other hand,
entwining their fingers.
"Mon garçon chéri," she breathed. (My darling boy.)
Mordred
"Cariad..." Mordred whispered Gaelic endearments into her ear as he
lifted her hips slightly and settled inside her. "I love you..." He
kissed her mouth as his hips moved and his fingers rubbed her.
Gwen
"I love you back," Gwen murmured as she leaned her head back on his
shoulder, her breathing becoming shallow.
Her hips bucked slightly as she ground against his fingers.
Mordred
"Come for me love, I want to watch you," Mordred murmured into her
ear as he increased the movement of his fingers. "I want to watch you
come for me..."
Gwen
Gwen closed her eyes as she let out another loud moan.
"Ohhhhhhh God."
Her hips bucked again as she started to come.
Mordred
"So hot, watching you do that," Mordred whispered into her ear. He
didn't want to come yet, he wanted to watch her through it. "I love
knowing I do that to you. Love you."
Gwen
"I... love... you," Gwen panted, reaching down and stroking his
base, her fingers tickling across him.
She shivered as she started to come again.
Mordred
Mordred shuddered as he finally let go of his control. "Oh GODDDDDDD!
GWEN!" He didn't stop moving his fingers either.
Gwen
Gwen's grip on his arm tightened as she shivered through her orgasm.
She collapsed off his lap onto the bed, closing her eyes, but
running her hand absently over Mordred's arm.
Mordred
Mordred fell back onto the bed, eyes closed as he panted for a
moment. Then he grinned wickedly and moved up the bed to Gwen,
spreading her legs apart with his hands as he bent his head to her
curls.
Gwen
"Oh God," Gwen moaned.
She hitched herself up and rested on her arms.
"Tease."
Mordred
"Who? Me?" Mordred looked at her innocently.
Gwen
Gwen growled at him, for the first time, in... ever.
"Yes, you."
Mordred
"Why, you think so?" Mordred batted his eyelashes at her and stuck
out his tongue, silver tongue stud glinting.
Gwen
Gwen gritted her teeth.
"And you thought I was bad."
She pulled him up for a long kiss.
Mordred
"You can't even cope with a few minutes of delayed gratification. You
did it to me for over half an hour," Mordred pointed out. "Very
nasty, love." He did however move back down and lifted her hips
slightly as he paid very careful attention to making sure she wasn't
going to bitch at him anymore.
Gwen
"I'm allowed to be nasty... it's in my nature."
Gwen smiled charmingly at him, then threw her head back.
"OH SWEET MOTHER OF GOD!"
Mordred
Mordred grinned at her reaction. The tongue stud really came in handy
sometimes. Of course, when he'd got it, he just thought it looked
cool. But he'd gain whole levels of appreciation for it after hearing
his girlfriends reactions.
Gwen
Gwen's hips thrusted as she came again.
"OHHHHHHHHHHH GOD!"
Mordred
Mordred however, didn't stop. He loved the way she tasted, and the
sounds she made when she came. He brought his fingers up and slid
them in and out of her.
Gwen
Gwen's hips bucked wildly and she let a bolt of electricity go
shooting at the roof.
"MORDREEEEED!"
Mordred
"Careful of the furnishings, love," Mordred lifted his head to
caution her, before bending back down to finish what he'd started.
Gwen
"My house... you... ohhhh God," Gwen said in his mind.
She let out another scream, reaching down with her hands to play
with his hair.
Mordred
Mordred hummed. Doesn't mean you'll like it afterwards with holes in
the ceiling. He slid a third finger inside her and twisted slightly.
Gwen
"I'll shock you if you're not, no I could never...
ohhhhhhh..."
Gwen's fingers ran through Mordred's hair affectionately, letting
out small gasps and moans.
Mordred
Mordred felt her fingers tighten in his hair and smiled. I love
listening to you. Whatever it is that you're saying. Love it. Love
you. Neither his mouth nor his fingers stopped their steady
ministrations.
Gwen
"I love you..."
Gwen's squirming inscreased as she came again.
Mordred
Mordred raised his head and smiled at her before laying his head
against her stomach. "So, what do you want to do today?"
Gwen
"Sleep now," Gwen said, giving him a lazy smile, playing with his
hair absently.
"But we could do some sight seeing, or hang out here, as long as I'm
with you."
Mordred
"Vortigern will want to sightsee. Faolan and Dem wouldn't mind. I
think Spike's already seen everything..." Mordred thought for a
moment. "Wouldn't mind having a look around Paris."
Gwen
"Yeah, it's a nice city."
Gwen shrugged.
"At least I know it's nice at night, that's when I was out of the
house mostly."
She sat up slightly and kissed the top of his head.
Mordred
"So, it'll be interesting to see it during the day." Mordred grinned
against her stomach. He got an evil idea, and got up on his knees
slightly, before he started to tickle her.
Gwen
"Vous êtes si mauvais," Gwen said to him. (You are so evil.)
She writhed away from him slightly.
Mordred
Mordred grinned and pinned her to the bed with his knees as he kept
tickling her. "I don't understand French, love."
Gwen
Gwen squirmed again.
"Smart ass..."
She struggled under his knees and briefly considered giving him a
small electric shock. She did so and flipped him off her, then
rolled on top of him and straddled him.
"I see the tables have turned," she whispered as she slithered down
his body and took him into her mouth.
Mordred
"Oh, CHRIST!" Mordred yelped as she did so. His fingers clutched
spasmodically at the sheets.
Gwen
Gwen giggled, the vibrations shooting through onto Mordred.
She expertly licked, sucked and nipped at him, hands working up and
down in order to get him off.
Mordred
Mordred's back arched as he came, mouth open in a silent howl of
pleasure before he collapsed back against the ruffled sheets
bonelessly. He opened an eye to look at her. "And you call me evil."
Gwen
Gwen swallowed his load, wiping her mouth daintily as she sat up
again.
"I wasn't teasing you at all just then," she replied coyly.
She got up, then lay next to him on the bed.
"I'm so exhausted, thank you, very much."
Mordred and Vortigern
Mordred moved her so he was cradling her against his chest, one hand
around her waist. "What say we have a bit of a kip, and then head out
and look at Paris?"
We're going. Vortigern told him. Dem and Fao are coming with us.
We'll meet you for lunch in the city.
"They'll meet us for lunch in the city," Mordred reported to her.
Gwen
"Ok," Gwen murmured, while adjusting the sheet so it covered the
both. She reached down and entwined their fingers, her ear over
Mordred's heartbeat.
She smiled and whispered "In the silence your heartbeat is music to
me..."
Mordred
"Mmmm." Mordred closed his eyes drowsily. "I don;t sleep right if
you're not in my arms..."
Gwen
Gwen kissed his chest, then closed her eyes and pulled the sheet
tighter around her.
"I love you..." she said before falling asleep.
Mordred
Mordred kissed her hair, and watched her for a few moments. "She
looked so peaceful when she was sleeping. Like she forgot she had to
worry while she asleep. After a bit, he followed her into slumber.