Because Ragnelle is the greatest wife EVAR.

[hawkofmai]

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Gawaine ducked into his wife's discreet little bower, unsure if it were crafted or simply found- and to be honest, pretty much uncaring either way. To think that once upon a time, he had trouble with the notion of lovemaking outside a proper bed...well. After seeing the difference it made in his Ragnelle, those days were long in the past.

Thus it was that a straightening Gawaine looked about with a smile, before gently pulling his wife towards the heart of the glade. Cupping her face in his big hands, he just looked at her for a moment or two... Before his lips descended, kissing his bride slow and deep.

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[inglewoodblues.livejournal.com]

"As thou pleasest," amused, and stifling a yawn. She curls up with her back against his chest.

[hawkofmai.livejournal.com]

An arm wrapped around her chest, the other slipped beneath her waist; he kissed the back of her head, and smiled as he spooned in close. "Tis the company that pleases me..." This? Great way to go about properly enjoying the smell of her hair. Very, VERY satisfying thing for a sated knight to do, really.

[inglewoodblues.livejournal.com]

Ragnelle laughs, low in her throat, her eyes already closed. "I hope so."

[hawkofmai.livejournal.com]

"Mmmhmmm..." He murmured, closing his eyes and relaxing. Let's give this naked business a proper chance again; it is summer, after all.