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[blue_eyed_1987]

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All fandoms, all characters, all mediums. Twosomes, moresomes, canon, AU, meta, crack, angsty. 

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Re: while our blood's still young 2/3 (warnings for public sex, and possible drug use)

[fitz-y.livejournal.com]

Then without further words, she stretched out, holding her weight to the side, ground the heel of her hand against the fire in Morgana’s groin, teased her fingers over Morgana’s impossibly short cutoff jeans, and nudged her hand up under the frayed denim. When she encountered no underwear, no resistance, nothing but wetness, she gasped and Morgana echoed the sound, pulsed her hips up to meet those prying fingers, spreading her legs as wide as should could and rooting her feet into the ground. The angle was awkward but it was enough, her eager fingers pushing in and pulling away, teasing over Morgana’s greedy, hungry clit, and then diving back into her slick; all the while the woman studied Morgana with eyes so deep and still that Morgana could see herself reflected in them, arching, squirming.

The beat changed, unhurriedly spiraling down from pitched happiness, lowering into something throbbing, steady, warm. Only feet away, a few hollers and catcalls broke the bubble of the wordless stare between the two of them.

Morgana moved to frown at them, to throw out a lazy curse, but the woman shook her head. “Don’t look at them. Look at me.” She swooped down, then, her lips meeting Morgana’s softly, gentling her as her fingers shifted to move deep in her, her hand pushing aside the denim over Morgana’s crotch, wedging the fabric against her sensitive, wet folds and the juncture of her right thigh.

Morgana clutched at the woman’s neck, twisting her fingers in her thick, soft hair that smelled like rain and grass and fireside and marijuana. Tingling was spreading through her twisting body, colonizing her from the arches of her feet, to the sides of her torso, to every single inch of her scalp.

The woman’s fingers were searching inside her, twisting, tapping lightly, when suddenly they pressed against that spot deep deep inside where everything came together, where everything fell apart. Morgana whined, suddenly thrashing under her, and lifted to pull the woman’s bottom lip into her mouth, to suck at her tongue, to clack their teeth together.

“Yeah?” the woman said against her lips.

Re: while our blood's still young 3/3 (warnings for public sex, and possible drug use)

[fitz-y.livejournal.com]

Morgana could only whine in response, buck into her hand, try to pull her fingers farther in. The pressure of the coarse denim on her clit and the opening to her cunt, the twisting certainty of fingers filling her up, the closeness of lips, the skin of her neck, the wild grass-stained smell of her, it all whisked together inside her, like the slow steady churn of a whirlpool molding her body, her senses, into one aching column of need.

Morgana was flying, skimming over the surface of the ocean, reaching down to trail her finger through the water, and turning back to watch its wake. Loosening every muscle of her body, she sped faster over the frothy waves, not wanting to dive down, not yet, not yet. The sky was huge above her, the music her air, the steady tramp of feet nearby the pulse of her blood.

The woman was panting hot, sweet air against her cheek, and Morgana gripped her hair and tugged her head to the side, so she could reach the salty smooth flesh of her neck. She licked up and down the tendon there, tasting the warm summer on her skin, messily trying to get inside her, under her skin.

And then the waves splashed up to pull her under, tightening everything inside her, holding her deep down where the pressure on her skin exploded, where the world floated by in slow motion.

Morgana stilled, came back, after having passed through worlds.

The woman above her pulled up, soothed Morgana’s hair over her forehead. “I’m Gwen,” she said simply and then with a stuttering exhale she fell off Morgana, so they lay side by side, and fisted her hand in the soaking fabric at the crotch of Morgana’s shorts.

“Morgana,” she replied when she was able to find her voice, hoarse and scratched. Then something warm, easy, and happy became unmoored inside her, and she laughed, long and low, from her belly. She turned her head to find Gwen’s face close, so close all she could see were smile lines and pores. Morgana kissed her, mouth sloppy, tongue lazy, as though she were full but still wanted to eat because it tasted so good.

After long minutes, Gwen glanced up and squinted. She pointed skywards, the sunlight catching on her glistening fingers. “Hey look, it’s a dragon in the clouds. That’s good luck,” she said softly with a grin.

Re: while our blood's still young 3/3 (warnings for public sex, and possible drug use)

[moetushie]

Ahhh, it's beautiful and hot. Thank you!

Re: while our blood's still young 3/3 (warnings for public sex, and possible drug use)

[fitz-y.livejournal.com]

thanks so much! i say it feels very random and i don't know where that came from, but i must confess, this fic was very much a product of me taking my headache meds which contain codeine. lol.