[ Gwen wonders if they talk. If, after they leave, this flow of faces and cocktail dresses and ties call her, what? Morgana's consort? Lover? If they do,, she can only guesses they make certain Morgana doesn't hear about it. Gwen thinks her to be the world's most amazing woman but even she knows it'll be very stupid to get on her bad side.
she slips out of her shoes as soon as she slides into the car, silently cursing the day she decided to try heels.
Morgana drank half a cocktail, Gwen drank nothing but she feels drunk, feels the pleasant buzz in her blood, the unmasked excitement, the feeling that the night is endless, that she'll miss work tomorrow. This happens a lot more often lately and some of her coworkers raise their eyebrows and she shouldn't be encouraging this but she presses her face into the crook of Morgana's neck, breathes her heavy perfume and laughs into the skin there. ]
Yes, yes, of course.
[ and she has a feeling she'd say 'yes' to whatever Morgana would say right now but she feels young and in love and Morgana's fingers ghost above her skin, making Gwen squirm, press her lips to her neck. ]
it's very endearing so it's fine
she slips out of her shoes as soon as she slides into the car, silently cursing the day she decided to try heels.
Morgana drank half a cocktail, Gwen drank nothing but she feels drunk, feels the pleasant buzz in her blood, the unmasked excitement, the feeling that the night is endless, that she'll miss work tomorrow. This happens a lot more often lately and some of her coworkers raise their eyebrows and she shouldn't be encouraging this but she presses her face into the crook of Morgana's neck, breathes her heavy perfume and laughs into the skin there. ]
Yes, yes, of course.
[ and she has a feeling she'd say 'yes' to whatever Morgana would say right now but she feels young and in love and Morgana's fingers ghost above her skin, making Gwen squirm, press her lips to her neck. ]