For all her light words and teasing, Summer’s never been kissed like this. She knows, she’s neither stupid nor uneducated, with a married sister, but never experienced it. She parts her mouth to his, fingertips digging into his shoulders and eyelashes fluttering. It makes her burn even more strongly, and there’s barely enough thought left to hold control over her magic, not let her desire spill over into him.
His fingertips burned, his flesh following suit. It was either the situation or their magic that was threatening to drive him over the edge. What he’d said about being able to hold out might soon be disproved. Mordred pushed his tongue gently into her mouth, fighting her tongue for dominance as he wrapped his arms around her waist.
She can’t help writhing in his hold, instinctively pressing harder against the length of his body. She’s half lying on top of him now, one hand climbing into his hair to somehow try to merge them closer. She makes a sound low in her throat, something between a moan and a whimper, and all but melts under his mouth.
“Now that,” she taps his nose, “you shall have to think up for yourself.” Summer tucks herself into his side, smiling, and strokes her hand down his chest.
Mordred smirks, two things coming to mind and his cheeks reddened slightly before he sat up, pressing his lips to hers, running his tongue across her bottom lip, edging his tongue into her mouth slowly.
For all her light words and teasing, Summer’s never been kissed like this. She knows, she’s neither stupid nor uneducated, with a married sister, but never experienced it. She parts her mouth to his, fingertips digging into his shoulders and eyelashes fluttering. It makes her burn even more strongly, and there’s barely enough thought left to hold control over her magic, not let her desire spill over into him.
“I do!” She sits up, trying not to catch her hand in her hair, and leans over him again. “The rule is, don’t stick it out at me unless you intend to do something useful to me with it.”
He moves his arm behind his head, resting against it gently as he looked down at her, after a moment he sat himself up. “And what would these useful things detail?”
“Now that,” she taps his nose, “you shall have to think up for yourself.” Summer tucks herself into his side, smiling, and strokes her hand down his chest.
“Tsk, tsk. I have rules,” Summer giggles, “about tongues.”
Mordred cocks a brow. “Do you now?”
“I do!” She sits up, trying not to catch her hand in her hair, and leans over him again. “The rule is, don’t stick it out at me unless you intend to do something useful to me with it.”
Sincerely, she says, “Of course you can,” and then proceeds to leave light kisses all down his chest, glancing up at his face between every few with her eyes twinkling. “Don’t tear my dress, Mordred,” she murmurs.
He pulled a face, sticking out his tongue. “You don’t believe me do you?” he asks, looking down at her before a smirk tugs at his lips. “Yeah, you don’t.”
“Tsk, tsk. I have rules,” Summer giggles, “about tongues.”
“I think I was making you wish it was tomorrow night.” Summer slips her fingers under the edges of his shirt again, and turns her head to kiss the skin.
Another laugh passes his lips and he leans into the kiss, his hand grabbing at her tunic, feeling the cool of the silk against his burning flesh. “I can hold out,” he tells her.
Sincerely, she says, “Of course you can,” and then proceeds to leave light kisses all down his chest, glancing up at his face between every few with her eyes twinkling. “Don’t tear my dress, Mordred,” she murmurs.
She makes a sad face, “Then we will not talk about it.” She traces it again, and looks up to catch his eyes. “Where was I? Ah, yes.” A little smile curves her mouth, and she lays her head on his shoulder.
The knight chuckles, shaking his head before he shrugs. “I don’t know dear, where were you?”
“I think I was making you wish it was tomorrow night.” Summer slips her fingers under the edges of his shirt again, and turns her head to kiss the skin.
Summer traces the curves with a fingertip, then kisses the mark. “There is a whole community of magic folk? I wish I could meet others.”
Mordred gives her a small smile, his fingers wandering through her hair as he looks off towards the edges of the room, watching the shadows that danced around the room, cast by the fire. “Unfortunately I don’t know where they are anymore.”
She makes a sad face, “Then we will not talk about it.” She traces it again, and looks up to catch his eyes. “Where was I? Ah, yes.” A little smile curves her mouth, and she lays her head on his shoulder.
“If you keep doing that,” she manages to breathe, “Mordred, I won’t wait until tomorrow night.” She breaks away from the kissing and props her chin on his chest, then frowns slightly and sits up to pull the shirt away. “What’s this?” Gently she touches the triskele marking.
He glances down at his chest to the triskele he often forgot adorned the skin. “A druid symbol,” he tells her, watching her fingers before he looks at her face. “All druids are given it at birth, it’s blended with a special magic so that the ink never fades.”
Summer traces the curves with a fingertip, then kisses the mark. “There is a whole community of magic folk? I wish I could meet others.”
The only way they could get closer, after he wrapped his arm around her middle, was if their clothes came off. She whimpered a little at his teeth in her lip, and scraped at his bare skin.
Mordred chuckled as the sound of her whimper reached his ears and he ran his hand down her side, placing it at her waist.
“If you keep doing that,” she manages to breathe, “Mordred, I won’t wait until tomorrow night.” She breaks away from the kissing and props her chin on his chest, then frowns slightly and sits up to pull the shirt away. “What’s this?” Gently she touches the triskele marking.