She giggled a little when his hair brushed her nose, and slid down to perch on his knee so she could see his face. Feeling as though it might be safe, now, she began to run her fingers over the lines of Mordred’s face, as if she was blind and trying to see what he looked like. Gentle fingertips stroked his cheekbones and slipped along his mouth, traced the bridge of his nose and shaped each eyebrow.
The knight watched silently, slightly perplexed as to what she was doing but he made no comment, allowing her to do as she pleased and not arguing. He wouldn’t lie, the feeling of her fingers brushing down his cheek sent a shiver down his spine. “Having fun there?” he asks softly, not taking his eyes off her face.
She nodded, biting at her lower lip. “I like the way you feel. I like to touch.” She touched his mouth again before leaning in to kiss him.