Lost in Avalon

A small smile passed across Morgana’s lips. She moved out from under Gwen’s hand, shifting to the other side of the bed.

Gwen’s breath caught in her throat as Morgana turned down the blanket and looked up expectantly.

“Here.” Morgana reached out when it became apparent Gwen wasn’t going to move on her own.

Gwen hesitated.

A servant in bed with her lady? Gwen could get in so much trouble; she could lose her job, or worse.

But how could she turn away when Morgana needed her so badly?

“You’re sure?”

“Please,” Morgana pleaded.

Gwen blew out the candle. In the darkness she climbed into the bed and met Morgana’s searching hands.

The bed was softer than Gwen had ever imagined. She took a moment to appreciate the feeling of being under the blankets that she had only ever felt with callused hands while doing laundry.

Morgana pulled Gwen closer with a hand on her waist. Resting her head on Gwen’s chest, Morgana melted into her.

“Thank you.” Morgana’s breath fluttered across Gwen’s collarbone.

Terrified that any sudden movement would scare Morgana off and shatter this moment, Gwen slowly raised a hand to brush through Morgana’s hair. She prayed Morgana would finally get a restful sleep.

“Anything for you.”