Chores by stealstheashes
Summary: Drawing Morgana's baths had always been one of Gwen's favorite chores. Oh, Merlin complained about carrying the water for Arthur's, but Merlin complained about everything, and with a smile and a nod to one of the page boys, Gwen just had to wait for the bath to fill before adding some of the sandalwood oil that one of Morgana's suitors had gifted her with.
Categories: FPF Femslash Characters: Gwen, Morgana
Genre: Fluff, Romance
Pairing: Gwen/Morgana
Warnings: None
Challenges:
Series: None
Chapters: 1 Completed: Yes Word count: 718 Read: 2504 Published: Jan 29, 2009 Updated: Jan 29, 2009

1. Chores by stealstheashes

Chores by stealstheashes
Drawing Morgana's baths had always been one of Gwen's favorite chores. Oh, Merlin complained about carrying the water for Arthur's, but Merlin complained about everything, and with a smile and a nod to one of the page boys, Gwen just had to wait for the bath to fill before adding some of the sandalwood oil that one of Morgana's suitors had gifted her with. He was a fool; he wasn't nearly important enough for Uther to consider giving Morgana to him (not that Gwen thought anyone really was that important) but the scent was pleasing.

Then Gwen held Morgana's robe as she slipped into the water, her skin rosy from the heat. Gwen did not avert her eyes. She knew Morgana's body as well as her own; there was no reason to even if watching had begun to lead to new thoughts, to wondering how Morgana might feel- how she might taste. To wondering if Morgana would approve of-

"Gwen," Morgana said, not harshly- she was never as harsh as she could have been, some would even say as she should have been, with Gwen- "My back, please."
She was leaning forward, her back curved, and the light from the candles reflected off her gleaming skin.

Gwen felt herself hesitating for the first time. Was it right to do this when Morgana didn't know what she was thinking?

"Gwen?" Morgana questioned again, shifting slightly in the water, but not turning, pulling her hair on top of her head so it would be out of Gwen's way, almost certainly not realizing how it made her look, how Gwen's eyes were trapped by the curve of her breast.

Gwen grabbed the sponge hastily and set to work; it was nothing she hadn't done before, and nothing she wouldn't do again. She was Morgana's servant.

Morgana made a choked sound, then said, “Gwen,” again, and turned. Gwen didn’t mover hand quickly enough so it touched Morgana’s breast, and Morgana seemed to flush even more, despite the fact that Gwen could feel the water had started to cool.

Gwen waited for Morgana to finish, but she didn’t say anything, and Gwen realized she hadn’t moved her hand at- it was still there, just brushing Morgana. She snatched it back and slipped into formality, prompting Morgana with a questioning, “My lady?”

“I- oh, nothing,” Morgana said, and Gwen frowned. Morgana rarely second guessed herself; it was unlike her. Unless- maybe she could tell somehow what Gwen was thinking, and had been trying to let her down easily.

“My- Morgana,” Gwen said, boldly, her tongue racing ahead of her thoughts, not for the first time in Morgana’s presence. “I didn’t- I wouldn’t- I’d never presume-“
Morgana looked up; she looked hopeful. “You couldn’t be presumptuous if you tried, Gwen.”

“Not even if I-“ Gwen couldn’t find the words to finish, instead reaching out to touch Morgana’s cheek, lightly as she could, and Morgana raised her hand to hold Gwen’s in place.

“Especially not then,” Morgana said.

Gwen raised her other hand, cupping Morgana’s face and leaned in. “What if-“ she began, still not completely certain.

Morgana interrupted her. “Don’t tease, Gwen,” she said, then, as Gwen went to protest, Morgana pulled her close. Gwen was nearly in the tub; she could feel her shift getting wet, but she didn’t care. Morgana was kissing her, Morgana’s hand was in her hair and Morgana was kissing her, and she never wanted it to end. Except Morgana was letting go so Gwen stood, ending the kiss. She took a deep breath and blew it out before looking Morgana in the eyes. She wasn’t going to apologize, not for that.

“You have me at a disadvantage,” Morgana said.

Gwen did a double take. “I do?”

Morgana nodded. “You’re still dressed,” she said, pointing out the obvious, “and I’m,” she sat up a little bit straighter and Gwen couldn’t help looking over Morgana’s body, at her breasts, her stomach, and further down, where the water still covered, before Morgana finished with, “… not.”

Gwen grinned at Morgana and said, “I think I can fix that.” Her words were muffled by her shift, as she drew it over her head.
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