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The Moment After Meme

You've seen The Morning After, and the Build-Up, and even the Mid-Fuck memes. But what about the moment after characters have done the deed? Do they cuddle or light up a cigarette? Go for seconds or reflect on what just happened? Hop into the shower to wash away their sins? Regret everything?

Well, we'll find out, won't we?

How it works:

- Post with your character, name and fandom in the subject. Include any prefs or no-no's.
- A set-up isn't necessary but hey, if you want, go for it!
- Others respond to your character.
- Congrats! They just had sex.
- Have fun and be excellent to each other!

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fancy seeing you here

[brainiest]

[ Hermione feels over-warmed, sweaty and exhausted, but not in a bad way. Actually, it's in a rather wonderful way, her heart beating rapidly in her chest and her hands a little shaky as she turns, rolling in the sheets of a king's bed to turn and face Arthur. All of this - the time travelling, meeting Arthur, falling for him, everything - was still shocking and terrifying, enough to make her panic about ever going home, but she was... Happy.

She only hoped Arthur was too.

Lifting her head, she pulled the sheets closer to her body and shifted closer, reaching a hand up to brush some of his hair from his face before she leant down to give him a quick, soft kiss. She's not sure about the rules after a night like that - she doesn't even know that the standard practice of this time was. She's never been with anyone like that, Arthur the first and most special, so she feels a little bit like she's out of her depth. Hermione hates being out of her depth.

So, instead of speaking and ruining the moment, instead of trying to do something and somehow ruining the perfect moment they'd shared, she settles down beside him, watching his face with a quiet sort of agony. ]

[conceited]

(( let's pretend i'm not 4 days late ah... also i decided to go with not-wedding night to make things more interesting >:3 ))

[ Arthur wasn't the type to take such a step lightly. He'll never figure out what in particular it is about Hermione that makes him forget reason, but she's left more of an impression on him than she could imagine. The fact that she's not only a sorceress (which took some time to accept, to say the least), but a time-traveler, only complicates matters.

He wants to beg her to stay here, to be his queen and stay by his side, but this isn't her home. As much as she's been able to adapt, he knows that she misses her friends and family, and so, he's kept quiet, trying to enjoy their relationship for what it was.

This was the last step, and though it's unlikely that he'll ever stop feeling guilty for doing this out of wedlock, he can't help that this just feels right. He takes a moment to regain his breath, closing his eyes as he feels her warm hand brush hair out of his forehead, and reaches out to wrap his arms around her and draw her further in.

Arthur presses a kiss to her forehead, smiling faintly. ]

I don't know if things are done differently in your era, but I hope that was alright. [ He murmurs, tone slightly amused. ]

[brainiest]

[ The knowledge that Arthur had already accepted her - for who she was, where she was from and the things she couldn't control - soothed Hermione enough that she didn't feel the need to press and urge more information out of him, more comfort for a scenario she was absolutely okay with. She trusted him entirely, both to be honest with her and to be honest with himself, and that soothes her slightly rattled nerves.

Moving, Hermione settles with her head on his shoulder, smiling at the gentle kiss given to her forehead. She feels far more relaxed now that she had forced her mind into submission, her body relaxing against Arthur's and her hand tracing his skin idly.

When he speaks it's almost a shock and has Hermione lifting her head. She moves her hand to push her hair out of the way, frustrated that it still wasn't obeying her, before she kisses Arthur's jaw and smiles. She knows it's not exactly nervousness or worry that has Arthur asking - they'd both been quite... Vocal about their enjoyment - but... Comfort, almost. To make sure they were both on the same page. ]

I don't know if they're done differently or not, but as far as I'm concerned that was perfect. [ Hermione grins, leaning up and tapping Arthur's nose with her finger gently. ] You were perfect.

[conceited]

[ Arthur chuckles in response. For all the talk he might build up (especially around Merlin), he's far from experienced as well. And so he had to rely on instinct, on what felt good, on what he thought she might enjoy. It was a dance of sorts, his next move determined by her every little sigh and gasp. The way she rests against him is enough for him to know that she's content. Maybe even as happy as he is. He doubts the warmth in his chest will go away anytime soon.

He can't be bothered to pay any mind to how disheveled he looks. Unfortunately for Hermione, Arthur's hair seems to have a life of its own, but it's not like he'll complain anytime she feels the need to run her fingers through it. ]

Don't worry, you weren't too bad yourself. [ He teases, running his fingertips along the side of her bare torso. She's incredibly soft-- softer than he could have ever imagined, and he doubts he'll be wanting to let her go anytime soon.

So he doesn't. His eyes close, and he kisses her lips gently. ]

[brainiest]

I wasn't worried. [ It's a tease, of course; she had been nervous, worried, even a little tense at first, but his touch, his kisses and his soft words had soon been enough to calm her. That's what she found magical about it. The fact that they had become so comfortable with one another, that they loved one another and wanted to share that, was enough to settle any nerves she had. She settles against him a little more, lifting herself to effectively drape over his side.

She keeps up the tender touches, brushing through his hair again before she explores his chest. She's already had her fill of him, of course, but she can't help how much she wanted to keep touching him. He's beautiful, he's warm and it's impossible to keep her hands off him - and, if she's being honest, she's more than a little sure that he doesn't mind too much. ]

I don't want to leave here. It's far too comfortable. [ Lifting herself, she leans into the kiss and and wraps herself around him, almost blanketing herself over Arthur's body. If she's not careful she might start it all over again - not that she would complain, but she is a little tired. ]

[conceited]

[ In his opinion, there was only one person here who could be described as beautiful, and it certainly wasn't him. Arthur reaches up to run his hand through her hair gently, laughing breathlessly as she drapes herself over him. This does seem like a dangerous road, doesn't it? Not that he'd mind too much either, but unfortunately, he did have a few responsibilities to attend to today.

He wanted nothing more than to stay here, maybe get a bath started for the both of them. ]

Then don't. [ He says simply, as if it were the easiest thing for her to do. He knows it's a selfish thought, but it's merely a far-off fantasy. She has her own life back in her time, just as he can't leave his duties here. ]

Stay here with me. [ He looks down at her, his gaze yearning and honest. ] Be my queen.

[brainiest]

[ His question has Hermione tensing, her heart feeling as though it's skipped a few beats. She has always known that Arthur has wanted her to stay - as his wife of close friend she hadn't been certain of until now - but the knowledge that, eventually, something will pull her home has always loomed over her. It was like a shadow; every step she took closer to Arthur was another step away from home, away from the life that she thought was her future.

But being here, being with him, could do so much for Camelot. He had accepted her magic and, perhaps, in time, he would learn to see that magic could be good, not evil. Maybe she could convince him to remove some of the laws his father had signed against magic users, perhaps even have him accepting enough that Merlin - oh, Merlin, the poor boy that knew she was a witch but dared not say anything - could feel free to be open with his own powers.

Or she could go home to a world that needed her just as much. ]

Arthur... [ She lifts herself so she can lean down to look at him, her eyes a little damp. She doesn't want to leave him, not for a moment. She isn't even sure if there really is a way for her to get home, considering she broke her time turner. But... ] There is nothing in the world that would make me happier than being yours, you know that. But... I have responsibilities, my friends need me, I... [ She leans back, wiping at her eyes. ] I don't want to leave you, but - but I can't abandon them...