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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[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.

[tiltingwithlips]

"Love," she gasps, hiking her legs higher around his waist. "Harry, there, yes."

[valiantrebel]

He's down to wordless exclamations at this point, but he may still take orders with the sense at his command. He grips her hair and presses his forehead into her shoulder, until he draws a deep breath and kisses her, messily.

[tiltingwithlips]

He's perfect. He's warm and solid and as alive as she has ever known him, and he's hers.

[valiantrebel]

He'll promise it a hundred thousand times over, in as many ways as there are worlds. The fact of their two bodies in this bed is miracle enough.

He opens his eyes; they're wide with adrenaline, and urgency. "Kate." How close is she?

[tiltingwithlips]

God above, she loves it when he says her name like that.

"Harry?"

She knows well enough what he's asking, though. She cants her hips just so and bites her lip.

[valiantrebel]

"Heh." He shakes his head. "Ah me."

There's no coming down from this, once he starts. There's nothing so glorious as this feeling, though, and he would not end it, were the ending of it not so good.

Another noise escapes him, and her name.

[tiltingwithlips]

"Ah, lord--" She tosses her head back. "Slower, just there."

[valiantrebel]

"A feat of great willpower... but for my lady, I'll endeavor."

[tiltingwithlips]

Shuddering, she tangles a hand in his hair and kisses him, hard and hungry.