His breath beside her throat makes her shiver. He’s not one of those knights whose very voice turns women weak (Mordred, Gwaine), but to have him speak right in her ear like that sends crinkles down her spine. “You’re welcome,” she starts, and then he’s kissing her again, and she gets her arms around his neck and hangs on. For her first kisses, she hopes she’s doing okay.
Percival squeezes her around the waist, picks her up and spins her around. After setting her down, he laughs a bright, joyful laugh. Taking her face in his hands, he kisses her again. “Just so you know, the whole ‘fantasy coupon’ thing isn’t going to expire for quite some time.”
She cannot help laughing with him; he’s so happy, and that makes her happy. His reminder makes her blush again, and squirm. “I’m getting some fantasies … “