Big news, big night: The morning (is it?) after

[newredmuses]

Did he sleep at all last night? He may have tried, long after he and Kate had exhausted themselves with talking and crying and laughing. It's hard to say too, when he first noticed that he was lying awake, watching the light in the room change. (Of course, he'd been told, that there isn't sunlight here, as such, but the facsimile is fine enough.)

The scar in his side tells him he is dead, but in faith, lying here beside his wife, his own Kate, he feels nothing of the sort.

Now, is she sleeping still? He slides closer, and plants a kiss just so on her bare shoulder.

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[valiantrebel]

He pulls back again, eyes hooded, but only for a moment. With another glance at her face, he slips two fingers inside her and curls them, slowly at first, then escalating. He makes very certain she's paying attention before he brings his mouth to her again.

[tiltingwithlips]

"Ah, God!"

Has she told him lately that he's the best husband? Remind her to do that.

[valiantrebel]

He will happily hear it in whatever manner she best sees fit! He likes telling her she's the best wife, though, and this is quite the full-throated proclamation. Now indeed he's putting some power into it, shoulder, hand and jaw working with the rhythm of her hips.

[tiltingwithlips]

She bites her lip on some more blasphemies, twisting one hand in his hair and the other in the covers of the bed.

It won't be too long. Harry knows how to play her.

[valiantrebel]

He can feel it too, else he'd hardly tolerate such quietness from his lady. A quick breath before the plunge: "Ah, Kate." His voice a rumble in his chest now. He twists his head, feels her nails rake his scalp. Nearly.

[tiltingwithlips]

"Harry," she moans, which is less a blasphemy and more a plea. Don't stop don't leave say on stay on--

[valiantrebel]

He won't.

He won't, not so long as--

He won't, because he's here, she's here, they're here, they're here, they're--

[tiltingwithlips]

--Gone.

Tensing, Kate lets out one sharp cry and comes, clutching him close. She finishes with a shudder and a groan and relaxes into the sheets.

[valiantrebel]

Harry takes a moment, her one leg still slung over his shoulder, and takes her in with a smile. He presses a kiss to the side of her knee, slips out from under it and crawls over the sheets to stretch out beside her.

[tiltingwithlips]

After a moment to recover, she groans again and rolls over to wrap herself around him.

Best husband!

She'll say it in words eventually; for now she just wants to hold him and enjoy the afterglow.

[valiantrebel]

With a satisfied groan himself, he lets her get situated and then engulfs her with both arms. And maybe a leg pressed between hers. He just likes to have as much of her touching as much of him as they can manage. And he's assessing how they can manage more.

[tiltingwithlips]

Kate laughs softly and presses a kiss to his temple.

"Thou'rt a wonder," lazily.

[valiantrebel]

He tracks her with his eyes, then chuckles.

"You may continue, as you are inspired."

He belies himself, though, with the attention he pays to smoothing her hair behind her ear.

[tiltingwithlips]

"Mmm. And as cunning an orator as thou art a swordsman."

Speaking of swords . . .

She starts to walk her fingers down his side.

[valiantrebel]

A happy exhalation. "Well, I have set myself to both with a keen and abiding interest."

He is a most eager and persistent pupil.

[tiltingwithlips]

"And thy labors bear most excellent fruit."

One finger traces over the jut of his hip-bone and down along his thigh, skirting anyplace really interesting.

[valiantrebel]

"They do that, I'll shout it to the heavens." He crooks an eyebrow. One knuckle he presses at her clavicle, and lets it drift over her slick skin, down between her breasts.

[tiltingwithlips]

"As will I, an it please you."

She leans in to kiss the corner of his mouth and wraps her hand around his thigh, squeezing.

[valiantrebel]

"None other shall please me more."

She knows precisely what she's doing; just playing and he's already stirring. He buries his face in the crook of her neck with an approving growl.

[tiltingwithlips]

All that time between her legs and he's just stirring now? He is a single-minded gentleman, isn't he?

Kate chuckles low in her throat and curls around him to nibble at his shoulder. And suck. And nibble a little harder.

[valiantrebel]

A very gentleman; he was attending to her!

Now, of course, he's drawn, and must fight impatience rather than courtesy--and his lady's cruel whims.

[tiltingwithlips]

Mmm-hmm. Very cruel is she.

Om nom shoulder.

She just wants to leave him a favour to remember her by!

[valiantrebel]

'Zounds! Has he not enough scars?

He laughs and pushes her away--not hard, and not far, but she's certainly welcome to rebut him on both vectors.

[tiltingwithlips]

Kate growls herself and catches at his wrists, sitting up so she can pin them to the bed on either side of him.

[valiantrebel]

The face he pulls is all shock, very shocked indeed! "How now! Very ungentle, Lady Percy."

Ah, but he can't keep that crooked grin away.