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Mordred grunts, his eyes fluttering open after a few seconds and he smiles. “Good morning” he mutters, moving into a sitting position “you didn’t have to.”
Summer loops her arms around his neck, smiling through the kiss. “This is a good start,” she says. She tangles her fingers into his curls, tugging and combing and petting, and sways against him.
He chuckles slightly, wrapping his arms around her waist. “A good start?”
“As I recall, you said once to me that mere kisses alone would not bring you to surrender. Neither I,” she says, and then spoils her resistance by kissing him again more deeply.