kinkfest | Captured Morning [Circle of Magic, Lark/Rosethorn, PG13]

Title: Captured Morning
Author/Artist:

dethorats
Rating: PG13
Warnings: Kissing, Implications, Sheets with a mind of their own
Prompt: Circle of Magic, Lark/Rosethorn: slow, lazy sex -- It's always good to be home
Word count: 465
Notes: For June 23rd, Takes place after Melting Stones

“Lark.”

The amused exasperation in Rosethorn’s tone finally roused Lark from the light doze she’d been in since she’d first gotten up to adjust the shutters. Sunlight peeked over the top of the wooden frames, laid itself in a warm patch across her feet. She blinked, reluctant to move when she was so comfortable and had a rare chance to sleep in but Rosethorn nudged her, said her name a bit more forcefully, and Lark finally lifted her head up off the pillow.

“What is it, Rosie?”

“You can tell the sheets to let me go. I wasn’t planning on getting out of bed; I just wanted to make myself a little more comfortable.”

There was a note of wry humor in Rosethorn’s voice, punctuated by an arm futilely tugging next to Lark’s head. The earth dedicate tilted her head and snickered quietly. “I don’t know. I think they have the right idea.”

The soft white cotton sheets had wound themselves around Rosethorn’s hands and arms, keeping them gently in place up by either side of her head. The beginnings of an irritated frown marred the woman’s otherwise handsome face and Lark moved in to banish it, sending it away with feathery kisses that made Rosethorn sigh and relax back into the bed. “We have all morning,” she whispered, lips tracing a path up her lover’s jaw towards a tempting earlobe. “And Briar came to get Evvy over an hour ago. There’s no one here.”

“Mmm, but what about my garden, my reports?”

Rosethorn didn’t sound too concerned, despite her protest, and Lark indulged in a series of careful bites down Rosethorn’s neck before she raised her head, dark disheveled curls in a soft cloud about her face, to wrinkle her nose at the other woman.

“The reports can wait. And if I let you out to your garden now, I won’t get you free from it for another week. Briar took good care of it while you were in the Battle Islands and you can go and lose yourself in it once I’m finished with you. Which,” Lark added, fingers drifting over tanned skin towards the swell of Rosethorn’s breast, “won’t be for a candlemark at least.”

Rosethorn shivered beneath the gentle, teasing touch and at the promise in it, in Lark’s words. But the sheets and the warm light in Lark’s eyes held her fast and she sighed and let her eyes slip closed as Lark’s mouth closed over her sensitive flesh. Stubborn though she was, Rosethorn tended to give in to her lover and it had been a long time indeed since she’d been able to spend a morning in bed.

“Promise…aahh…promise two candlemarks and I won’t say another word.”

The chuckle Lark replied with promised she would deliver that and more.