“Not without giving you the equal chance to do the same to him,” Summer said. “He’s very concerned about fairness that way. He might set you some kind of test, though … ” She paused, and thought for a moment. “He wasn’t surprised. When he came in here. Father wasn’t surprised.”
”What type of test?” He questions, leaning his head back against the wall, looking up at her. “And what gave you the idea he wasn’t surprised.”
She shoved at him. “What do you think? I /know/ these things, and I tell you, none of it. It was as if he expected — ” She flourished a hand, “this.” She frowned and started nibbling on a fingernail. “I wonder why?”
The whole encounter suddenly struck her as funny, and she started giggling, clapping her hands over her mouth to muffle it. “Oh, god,” she wheezed finally. “I don’t think things could possibly get any worse.” She tried to slide over next to him, and almost fell on her face tripping over the blanket. She gave up on it and crawled out of the fabric, putting a hand on his shoulder.
“They could,” he tells her, raising his head to look at her, “Your father could put a sword through my gut.”
“Not without giving you the equal chance to do the same to him,” Summer said. “He’s very concerned about fairness that way. He might set you some kind of test, though … ” She paused, and thought for a moment. “He wasn’t surprised. When he came in here. Father wasn’t surprised.”
“It’s not how I wanted it either! Though at least he’s not going to throw you out on your ear.” Blowing out a sigh, she looked over at him. “How /did/ you want it?” Half-shaped romantic daydreams danced in her mind, and she wasn’t sure if she wanted them to be real or feared it. A small part of her still expected that Mordred would be ripped from her life as quickly as he’d come, that he’d leave one day and never come back.
Mordred rested his head in his hands, not bothering to remove them in the least bit. “Well I’d hoped to meet him when I was fully clothed and not attacking his son or in bed with his daughter but that kind of went out the window.”
The whole encounter suddenly struck her as funny, and she started giggling, clapping her hands over her mouth to muffle it. “Oh, god,” she wheezed finally. “I don’t think things could possibly get any worse.” She tried to slide over next to him, and almost fell on her face tripping over the blanket. She gave up on it and crawled out of the fabric, putting a hand on his shoulder.
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.”
“Well, I did tell you you’re not to go armoured to dinner.” Innocently, she looks up at him. “I only thought I might help you undress.”
“Didn’t realize that I had forgotten how to undress myself,” he teases, a smile gracing his lips. “Of course you can.”
Summer helps him out of the chainmail, pausing afterward to run her fingers over his chest. “You are so handsome,” she murmurs.
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.”
“That,” Summer says, trying to get him to walk backward to the bed, “is a very good question, cariad.”
Mordred chuckled heading towards the bed with her. “Something tells me you have no intention of sleeping.”
“Well, I did tell you you’re not to go armoured to dinner.” Innocently, she looks up at him. “I only thought I might help you undress.”
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.”
“Mmmm. On our picnic, I think.” She tugs on his hair again. “You shall not escape.”
“Now, why on earth would I want to?”
“That,” Summer says, trying to get him to walk backward to the bed, “is a very good question, cariad.”
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.”
“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.
Mordred chuckles, “and when did I say that?”
“Mmmm. On our picnic, I think.” She tugs on his hair again. “You shall not escape.”
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.
“Oh, for that my brother is an idiot, and for that I love you, and for that I don’t wish to watch the two of you beat each other bloody over a thing I alone should choose … but are you not supposed to be answering the question honestly? Turning it aside with another question is not honestly, Medraut.”
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.”
She laughs and pulls him inside, shutting the door and leaning against it. She doesn’t want to think about Edward, or what kind of disaster the evening is likely to be, so instead she teases, “Now I think you are my prisoner, Sir Knight, at least until the nightmeal. How will you win your freedom?”
A smile tugged at his lips, before he leaned in to kiss her. “Well, how can I do that?”
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.
