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]

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.

[tiltingwithlips]

"But very Percy, gentle sir," she points out.

Best to the press the advantage while she has it. She scrambles up and on top of him, straddling his waist and leaning on his wrists.

"As I am a good wife, and half my husband's whole, I do only seek to imitate his lead."

[valiantrebel]

Ah, she has the measure of his house.

He crooks an eyebrow, and arches his back. "And should not that compel you toward obedience?"

[tiltingwithlips]

She snorts.

"Aye, to my whims, if nothing else."

Leaning down, she presses her chest to his, the better to hold him down on the bed and to whisper in his ear.

"Shouldst thou not lead me to obedience by example, then?"

[valiantrebel]

"They do not say that the lamb lay down with the lamb," he murmurs back, running his leg between hers.

All the better, of course, to grip her with, as he bucks her off and rolls atop her.

[tiltingwithlips]

Kate shrieks, half-laughing, and struggles.

Somehow "struggling" here involves getting her legs spread wide and gripping his hips.

Whoops!

[valiantrebel]

By heaven, look at that! Harry guides himself in and ah, mercy, such sweetness! He steadies himself above her and starts to rock, not neglecting the swath of skin she's left open at her throat.

[tiltingwithlips]

Her eyes flutter shut for a moment as she lets the sensations build: friction and heat and wetness where they're joined, the pressure and weight of him over her, his breath and heartbeat on her skin.

She can't not touch him. She wraps her arms over his back and smooths her palm over his spine.

[valiantrebel]

And now he has lost any pretense of planning or plotting; every movement is an instantaneous reaction to touch, impulse, wants. The rhythm emerges quick enough, but his mouth, his hands, the voice within him, all each part wants is Kate.

[tiltingwithlips]

Remember that time when she was taking God's name in vain a little while ago?

That was a good time. Time to revisit it.

She digs her nails into his back and whimpers. "God in heaven, Harry."

[valiantrebel]

He slips a hand under the curve of her spine and lifts her closer. "Two people in the room," he gasps, "not three. Oh, my lady."

Remember when they were being quiet earlier? The opposite of that is happening right now.