A/N: In light of pride month, here’s a short Mor x fem! reader Drabble because I adore her <3
Synopsis: Reader and Mor have a cabin in the woods that they share. Reader is tired and both of you go to bed pretty quickly, falling asleep in each other’s arms.
Warnings: fluff
The sun had set hours ago, your arms and shoulders aching as you winnowed to your cabin, praying to the Mother that Mor would already be there. Warm lights spilled from the yellow tinged windows, dappling the surrounding shrubbery in freckles of comforting candlelight.
You opened the door, too tired to winnow the last few metres, being met with a clean entrance hall with Mor’s dark red cloak thrown over the chest used to keep your shoes in. You rolled your eyes, a smile on your lips, as you hung it up for her, placing your own on the next hook over. When you entered the cozy living room, your eyes went to the dozing figure that was sprawled across the yellow ochre sofa. A fuzzy feeling entered your chest as warmth lifted your cheeks.
Silently making your way across to her, you brushed a golden ringlet from her face, kissing her lightly on the forehead as your fingers grazed her cheek. Her eyes peaked open, hand tangling in yours as she lifted her head, capturing your own lips with hers as she looked at you with lidded eyes. The candlelight bounced off her hair, accenting the rose dusting her cheeks.
“I didn’t mean to wake you, goldie,” you murmured against her lips, making her pout at the loving nickname. “I wasn’t asleep,” she protested quietly, looking up at you with those round eyes of hers. “Whatever you say,” you brushed your nose against hers as you dipped your arms beneath her, pulling her gently to your chest, her head resting on your shoulder as she looked up at you sleepily. You moved with her smoothly, blowing out the various candles as you carried her to your shared bedroom.
Quietly, you pushed the door open with your foot, walking in and sitting her down on the bed. “How was your day?” You murmured, moving to what was supposed to be your side of the bed, removing your clothes and folding them into a neat pile. Mor removed hers elegantly but chucked them onto the floor, immediately lying down and rolling onto your side. “Move over,” you whispered, pinching her rosy cheek. She whined in protest but gave way enough space for you to lay down beside her.
“Was fairly peaceful,” she mumbled, “Elain made a lavender cheesecake. She let me have a slice.” Her arms tangled around your waist as your arm dipped beneath her head, allowing it to rest in the crook of your shoulder, pulling the blankets back over you. “Sounds like you had a delightful day,” you mumbled against her hair. She hummed in reply.
“Yours?” She slurred in her sleep-talk. You chuckled, “apparently not as good as your own. I was practicing some tricks with my magic and collecting some supplies since we’re running low,” you murmured, hearing her breathing even out. “Good night, sugarplum,” you teased quietly.
She bit your shoulder delicately making both of you giggle. “Night, pumpkin,” she teased back, nosing against the skin she had bitten before collapsing into a peaceful rest, you following soon after.
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