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Merlin - Afternoon Tea
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Title: Afternoon Tea
Genre: Femslash – Elena/Vivian, implied Elena/Vivian/Gwen
Rating: R
Length: ~600 words
Spoilers: Future Fic, but nothing past Series 3 spoiler-wise
Synopsis: Newly crowned Gwen enjoys a proper afternoon tea.
Author’s Notes: This morning![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
sophinisba mentioned that today was International Femslash Day. One simply must celebrate.
Disclaimer: I do not own this interpretation of the myths and am making no profit from this.
“I’ve never really had to do any of this before,” Gwen said in her defence. She gestured around her to the tea and tiny delicacies that decorated the table of the room. Her room. Her new chambers as Queen of Camelot. If she thought the fancy dresses would take some getting used to, the title was completely out of her league.
Vivian, of course, snorted, and none too delicately at that. “Of course you haven’t,” she said in a clearly placating tone. “You were a serving girl, not royalty, not nobility – one cannot expect you to know such things.”
Gwen was tempted to glare in her direction, but Elena beat her to it. “Hush, she’ll learn,” she defended her new friend. She popped one of the delicacies in her mouth and said as an aside to the other woman born of noble blood, “Besides, do I need to mention a certain early incident involving a certain someone and a certain dress and a certain explanation needed to a certain overprotective father?”
Vivian glowered, but Elena had apparently made her point.
“I have, of course, helped the then Lady Morgana prepare for such events,” Gwen tried. She then realised that she had pretty much just stressed her former role of servant and not her new role as queen and, really, if she could not pay attention to such a thing how could she expect the others to do so?
“Oh, honey,” Vivian sighed, though she honestly did not seem condescending this time, just offering what seemed to be a tiny bit of pity if that pout was anything to go by. “Preparing the food and laying out the table is far different than participating.”
Elena offered Vivian a grin that could only be described as wolfish. “Shall we demonstrate for her?” she asked with a false sort of coyness.
Vivian simply smirked in return. “It would, of course, be the kind thing to do, an education of sorts, if you will.” The smirk turned into something Gwen could not quite identify as she slowly turned her head in her direction.
Gwen watched as Elena sidled up to Vivian. Her hands rested on the lily white shoulders for but a moment before they slid down behind out of Gwen’s view. Painted lips left smears of red across the white, and Gwen swore the amount of Vivian’s cleavage on display grew as her bodice was clearly loosened.
Vivian reached up and cupped Elena’s chin gently. She guided the no longer fully decorated lips to her own and they kissed long and deep. After several breathless moments, they finally pulled apart. Elena’s hands had somehow come around to make the most of the loosened bodice, and Vivian awarded her with another little titbit from the platter before her.
“Oh,” Gwen exclaimed softly, finally catching on to the truth of the situation and not just because Vivian’s slippered foot now rested high on the inside of her thigh.
She rested a hand on that foot and let it drift upward as far as she could reach. Vivian smiled and said, “Elena, I do believe she has figured it out.”
Gwen responded by scraping her nails gently across the skin she currently held, which elicited the most pleasing little gasp in reward. She thought back to how the Ladies of the court always dismissed their servants and always, somehow, had a loose ribbon or three upon their return, and came to the conclusion that she very much was going to learn to enjoy a proper afternoon tea.
Feedback is always welcomed.
Title: Afternoon Tea
Genre: Femslash – Elena/Vivian, implied Elena/Vivian/Gwen
Rating: R
Length: ~600 words
Spoilers: Future Fic, but nothing past Series 3 spoiler-wise
Synopsis: Newly crowned Gwen enjoys a proper afternoon tea.
Author’s Notes: This morning
sophinisba mentioned that today was International Femslash Day. One simply must celebrate.Disclaimer: I do not own this interpretation of the myths and am making no profit from this.
“I’ve never really had to do any of this before,” Gwen said in her defence. She gestured around her to the tea and tiny delicacies that decorated the table of the room. Her room. Her new chambers as Queen of Camelot. If she thought the fancy dresses would take some getting used to, the title was completely out of her league.
Vivian, of course, snorted, and none too delicately at that. “Of course you haven’t,” she said in a clearly placating tone. “You were a serving girl, not royalty, not nobility – one cannot expect you to know such things.”
Gwen was tempted to glare in her direction, but Elena beat her to it. “Hush, she’ll learn,” she defended her new friend. She popped one of the delicacies in her mouth and said as an aside to the other woman born of noble blood, “Besides, do I need to mention a certain early incident involving a certain someone and a certain dress and a certain explanation needed to a certain overprotective father?”
Vivian glowered, but Elena had apparently made her point.
“I have, of course, helped the then Lady Morgana prepare for such events,” Gwen tried. She then realised that she had pretty much just stressed her former role of servant and not her new role as queen and, really, if she could not pay attention to such a thing how could she expect the others to do so?
“Oh, honey,” Vivian sighed, though she honestly did not seem condescending this time, just offering what seemed to be a tiny bit of pity if that pout was anything to go by. “Preparing the food and laying out the table is far different than participating.”
Elena offered Vivian a grin that could only be described as wolfish. “Shall we demonstrate for her?” she asked with a false sort of coyness.
Vivian simply smirked in return. “It would, of course, be the kind thing to do, an education of sorts, if you will.” The smirk turned into something Gwen could not quite identify as she slowly turned her head in her direction.
Gwen watched as Elena sidled up to Vivian. Her hands rested on the lily white shoulders for but a moment before they slid down behind out of Gwen’s view. Painted lips left smears of red across the white, and Gwen swore the amount of Vivian’s cleavage on display grew as her bodice was clearly loosened.
Vivian reached up and cupped Elena’s chin gently. She guided the no longer fully decorated lips to her own and they kissed long and deep. After several breathless moments, they finally pulled apart. Elena’s hands had somehow come around to make the most of the loosened bodice, and Vivian awarded her with another little titbit from the platter before her.
“Oh,” Gwen exclaimed softly, finally catching on to the truth of the situation and not just because Vivian’s slippered foot now rested high on the inside of her thigh.
She rested a hand on that foot and let it drift upward as far as she could reach. Vivian smiled and said, “Elena, I do believe she has figured it out.”
Gwen responded by scraping her nails gently across the skin she currently held, which elicited the most pleasing little gasp in reward. She thought back to how the Ladies of the court always dismissed their servants and always, somehow, had a loose ribbon or three upon their return, and came to the conclusion that she very much was going to learn to enjoy a proper afternoon tea.
Feedback is always welcomed.