#monarch verse.

[esperhuntress]

Monarch's claws graze over Glynda's bare skin, following every little mark he'd left on her back with diligent eyes. Finally satisfied, he leans in to plant a kiss on her cheek and pull the blanket tighter around them both.

"Oz-!"

/No/

"Monarch..."

The huntress stirred, reaching for him. When her hand conected with his shoulder she immedietly relaxed, her head falling back down. Dazed from slumber, Glynda almost questioned if the kiss pressed to her cheek a second later had been real. She sought his chest, burrying her face in against him and sighed.

His arms were around her, pulling the blanket above them.

"I thought you were leaving." She whispered, her words laced with exhaustion.

[esperhuntress]

Monarch's hands slowly, methodically, work strands of Glynda's hair into a fishtail braid. He's been dead silent the whole time, with his normal focused gaze. Seems he just wants something productive to do with his hands that isn't murder.

Turning her back on him was inviting disaster. She didn't care. His touch had her tipping forward, nearly swaying as her eyes grew heavy. Occasionally, the tip of his claws would graze her back, sending pleasant tingles running up her spine. The gentle tugging of her hair as he plated it left her mind free of everything else.

She loved to watch him work with his hands, and that never changed. Even if she could not see them, Glynda could imagine pale locks slipping between his fingers. She sighed, at peace for once.

[esperhuntress]

Monarch's head rests against Glynda's chest, eyes downcast as he picks at his claws.

"Comfortable?" She asks after a long moment of silence. The woman eyed him, nose wrinkling in distaste at the sound of nails scraping together. Her fingers traced him, walking along his shoulder to his neck. "Stop that." Glynda chided, her free hand brushing his. She inhaled, and her chest swelled, lifting his head with it.

[esperhuntress]

[ CLOSER ]:     while pinning the receiver against the wall, sender glances down at their lips, suddenly aware of how close they are to one another… [Monarch]

When he moved like that there was no stopping him. Before Glynda could comprehend it he had her by the wrists, and forcefully pinned against himself and the wall of his office. She should have expected it given the heat of the argument. But a part of her had hoped to rely on the improvements made on his anger. He never truly harmed her, but it did not mean she enjoyed his outbursts that manifested in him physically wresting control. Green eyes met his and she held his gaze defient. "Off, now, or I'll toss you across the room." He gave no response, only seemed to be looking at her curiously, his anger vanished.

"Monarch..." She tried to push against him but it was clear he was no longer listening.