Three Frightful WordsThree Frightful Words5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
He'd teased her lightly once for being more tender in her sleep then awake. He'd said it the morning after he'd finally convinced her to spend the night with him rather then leave him spent and alone for the rest of the evening. She'd awoken to find her arms curled about him, hair fanned across his chest, and he admitted to having spent sometime already awake and watching her. Morrigan had tried to shrug off his jests: there was little else to do with her arms in such tight quarters, and besides that, it was cold.
Now she awoke cramped and stiff, having fallen asleep upright against the tree that served as one of the tent's anchor points. She didn't want to risk the others walking in seeing her unconsciously creeping hands. When she finally unfolded her tightly curled arms and legs though, she saw he was still asleep and could now appreciate why he watched.
She crawled to his side but hesitated, casting about and listening hard to make sure no one was near. Morrigan's right hand