“What are you going on about?”
“M-/Merlin/!?” There was no getting around it; that was Merlin, but — wow. There was clearly magic at play, but Summer was having a hard time remembering that past the way Merlin looked.
Damn, Merlin was hot as a woman.
Kitty goes visiting.
His brow raised as she walked up to him, a little uncertain about what she wanted but when her lips found his, he smiled into the kiss before returning it gladly. When he pulled away, he was smiling, his eyes crinkling slightly. “What was that for?”
She chuckled and jerked her head sideways. “You’ve got admirers, and they don’t know better than to make schoolgirl dares.”
/His/ shirt had buttons, which she busied her hands opening. It took a long time, in the midst of deepening kisses, maddening kisses, for her to even become aware that he was all but yanking on her shirt. She took advantage of a need to breathe to yank her shirt off over her head and abandon it, then part the sides of his and slide her hands underneath to meet as his back, fingernails striping marks. One leg hitched around his, and she threw her head back, baring her throat to him. “Please, Sherlock, god, please,” she panted.
His name escaped her lips breathlessly and even without his little problem, it would have pushed him further. Sherlock’s mouth moved down to her neck nipping at the skin there before dipping to her collarbone. His hard member was already throbbing against his thigh, pinned down by the pants he was wearing. He quickly pulled off his own shirt before his hands went to work at her bra. The first time was a bust, his hands tripping over the clasp in his rush but by the second time, it was unclasped and he quickly worked to remove it. Pulling back slightly, he took in the shirtless woman in front of him before his mouth dived down to start it’s attack on each nipple. His skillful hands cupped her breasts and kneaded them as his tongue swirled around her nipples and his teeth nibbled on them.
Summer dug her fingers into his shoulders, eyes falling shut at the sensation of his mouth on her skin. Her breath came shakily; it had been a long time and his magic-driven desire seemed to pulse in her blood. She wanted to kiss and caress in return, but if she let go of him, she would probably collapse to the floor. She managed to shift one hand to his hair, carding through the dark curls and clinging, and whimpered at the touch of his mouth on her breasts.
She slid her hands up his chest, body bent in a bow the centre of whose arc was his hands. When their lips met, his urgency infected her even more, and she threw herself into the kiss, already nipping at his mouth. Not real, a fading voice whispered at the back of her mind, and she shoved it away. Didn’t matter. The only thing that mattered was Sherlock’s hands on her body and her mouth on his.
Sherlock’s hips ground against her slightly and his hands wandered on the redhead’s back. His tongue snaked out to part her lips and when they did, he plunged his tongue into hers. His body was flush against hers and he found himself pulling on her shirt.
/His/ shirt had buttons, which she busied her hands opening. It took a long time, in the midst of deepening kisses, maddening kisses, for her to even become aware that he was all but yanking on her shirt. She took advantage of a need to breathe to yank her shirt off over her head and abandon it, then part the sides of his and slide her hands underneath to meet as his back, fingernails striping marks. One leg hitched around his, and she threw her head back, baring her throat to him. “Please, Sherlock, god, please,” she panted.
“… We have no reason for existence…”
[He’s having an existential crisis.
This happens on a daily basis.]
“Somebody has to look round at the universe and admire it — it wouldn’t exist without an observer.”
Summer giggled, clutching the bailey’s ice cream to her chest. “Nope! Nope nope nope, you’re cut off and this is mine now!”
Summer waved a hand, brushing that away. “No, besides that. I meant, what’s wrong?”
“I don’t see where you would get that there’s something wrong. I thought we were having a good time here.” Tony let the grin that took over his face fell in an obvious manner, feigned and on purpose, giving the impression that he was thoroughly disappointed.
“You said ‘resort to this’,” she pointed out, undeterred. “That does rather imply that there’s something you don’t want to be thinking about.” Neatly, she sniped the empty pint container from his hand and got up to throw it away. “Drinking so you don’t think is a lousy solution, Tony. There’re much better ways to not think.”
Summer giggled, clutching the bailey’s ice cream to her chest. “Nope! Nope nope nope, you’re cut off and this is mine now!”
She rolled over, brushing her hair out of her face. “What’s going on?” Not that there was any real expectation of getting him to talk, but she had to ask. It was too much part of who she was, to notice the little twitches that most people couldn’t even see.
Wasn’t this the first time ever someone really did ask him what the problem was? For all the feigned bravado he liked putting up, Tony did wonder if perhaps anyone could be able to spot that everything was shit and ask about it. Not that he wanted to share, obviously, he was merely curious. “I’m finishing off your precious ice cream, that’s what.”
Summer waved a hand, brushing that away. “No, besides that. I meant, what’s wrong?”
[text to: hidden heart] nothing you can give me, I’m afraid
[ text to Fiery Empath ]: What do you mean by that love?
[text to: hidden heart] not trying to explain it over text okay. just take it as I don’t want things
[ text ]: So what do you want for Christmas? - SH
[text to: hidden heart] nothing you can give me, I’m afraid
