Post by LadyoftheNight on May 19, 2008 0:10:15 GMT 9.5
A Vision They Shared
‘You know how hard it can be
To keep believing in me
When everything and everyone
Becomes my enemy’
Mab, Queen of Airs and Darkness and the Old Ways, stood in her chamber peering into one of her crystals. She didn’t turn around when she heard footsteps, she knew who it was.
“Mab?” Mordred asked as he came round and she smiled secretly.
“It will soon be time,” Mab said in her half-whisper voice. She turned around. “Soon everyone will come back to the Old Way.”
“And I will be King,” Mordred smiled and Mab took his hand.
“Yes dear.” Mab’s eyes gleamed.
“And Arthur?”
Mab released his hand and paced. “You have to be the one who kills Arthur,” she said after a while.
“Sounds fun,” Mordred mused.
Mab only smirked and turned her head to look at him. He had grown up very nicely – thanks to her – and rather quickly too.
Mordred gazed at her as she walked around, her dark purple robes swished round her ankles. She came back to stand next to him, her head cocked to the left. Considering.
“What are you thinking about?” he asked curiously.
“How much you’ve grown,” she murmured then raised her right hand and stroked his dark hair that fell about and around his shoulders.
“Thanks to you and your magic,” Mordred stated moving closer.
Mab’s hand left his hair and cupped his cheek in a gentle caress. Her hand was barely warm but so soft. He could feel the cool silver of her rings as one finger trailed down to his chin the along his jaw.
She smothered the small space between them with a kiss.
Mordred let her take control of the kiss for a little while before he deepened it, his tongue parting her lips and entering. She clung to his shoulders, melting against him, her back arching, pressing herself closer. His hands wandered down the length of her back to her small waist through her robes. Through the light material he could feel the curve of her hip and the heat of her skin. His hands then cupped her bottom, squeezing softly, pressing his hips into hers. Her moan was a mumbled against their locked lips when she felt him hard against her stomach.
Mab nipped his bottom lip and threaded her fingers through his hair. His hand slid between them and smoothed over the mounds of her breasts anchoring at her hips once more. Her head tipped back and her throat received hot, fluttering kissed on the pale soft skin.
She sighed, content, with her eyes tightly shut.
Mordred’s mouth came up to her chin then up along her jaw. She sought his lips, found them, and devoured in the heated sensation of his mouth, leaving her breathless. Mab laid her head against his shoulder and pressed a kiss on his neck.
“The world will be ours,” she breathed against his ear.
“Just ours,” Mordred agreed resting his head on hers, “And I’ll be king and you queen. With no new religion, Merlin or anything else to get in the way.”
Mab smiled, lost in the vision of their perfect world. “All ours love, all ours.”
A fanfic by me
‘You know how hard it can be
To keep believing in me
When everything and everyone
Becomes my enemy’
Mab, Queen of Airs and Darkness and the Old Ways, stood in her chamber peering into one of her crystals. She didn’t turn around when she heard footsteps, she knew who it was.
“Mab?” Mordred asked as he came round and she smiled secretly.
“It will soon be time,” Mab said in her half-whisper voice. She turned around. “Soon everyone will come back to the Old Way.”
“And I will be King,” Mordred smiled and Mab took his hand.
“Yes dear.” Mab’s eyes gleamed.
“And Arthur?”
Mab released his hand and paced. “You have to be the one who kills Arthur,” she said after a while.
“Sounds fun,” Mordred mused.
Mab only smirked and turned her head to look at him. He had grown up very nicely – thanks to her – and rather quickly too.
Mordred gazed at her as she walked around, her dark purple robes swished round her ankles. She came back to stand next to him, her head cocked to the left. Considering.
“What are you thinking about?” he asked curiously.
“How much you’ve grown,” she murmured then raised her right hand and stroked his dark hair that fell about and around his shoulders.
“Thanks to you and your magic,” Mordred stated moving closer.
Mab’s hand left his hair and cupped his cheek in a gentle caress. Her hand was barely warm but so soft. He could feel the cool silver of her rings as one finger trailed down to his chin the along his jaw.
She smothered the small space between them with a kiss.
Mordred let her take control of the kiss for a little while before he deepened it, his tongue parting her lips and entering. She clung to his shoulders, melting against him, her back arching, pressing herself closer. His hands wandered down the length of her back to her small waist through her robes. Through the light material he could feel the curve of her hip and the heat of her skin. His hands then cupped her bottom, squeezing softly, pressing his hips into hers. Her moan was a mumbled against their locked lips when she felt him hard against her stomach.
Mab nipped his bottom lip and threaded her fingers through his hair. His hand slid between them and smoothed over the mounds of her breasts anchoring at her hips once more. Her head tipped back and her throat received hot, fluttering kissed on the pale soft skin.
She sighed, content, with her eyes tightly shut.
Mordred’s mouth came up to her chin then up along her jaw. She sought his lips, found them, and devoured in the heated sensation of his mouth, leaving her breathless. Mab laid her head against his shoulder and pressed a kiss on his neck.
“The world will be ours,” she breathed against his ear.
“Just ours,” Mordred agreed resting his head on hers, “And I’ll be king and you queen. With no new religion, Merlin or anything else to get in the way.”
Mab smiled, lost in the vision of their perfect world. “All ours love, all ours.”
A fanfic by me