sirpercivalofcamelot:

iamthefirechild:

It’s the most amazing thing, how unutterably sweet Percival is. Not just the way his mouth tastes, but the way he seems to see her as a precious thing, to be handled with care. How gentle his heart is, for a knight. There’s fierceness there, she’s seen it roused, but only ever at a wrong done to someone. She clings to his hands and kisses him and kisses him and /kisses/ him, with a slow, spreading warmth.

Percival can’t recall ever having felt quite like this. He holds her tightly, wraps an arm around her, tries to be careful as he tangles his fingers in her hair. Though he doesn’t think he’ll ever tire of her mouth, there’re so many other parts of her he wants to kiss. Starting with the side of her mouth, he works down her neck to her collarbone. 

When he begins to move his mouth elsewhere, she trembles slightly. Not in fear, or nerves, but simply because it’s so new, the way the sensation sends tingles over her skin. She can’t help closing her eyes again, tipping her head back as Percival kisses over her throat, hands clenching on his shoulders.

sirpercivalofcamelot:

iamthefirechild:

The mock dancing makes her laugh more, and secretly promise herself a day where she teaches him how to dance. Somewhere away from Camelot, with a green, dappled meadow and no one nearby to trouble them. But his question surprises her. He thinks he has to ask? Now, with her ensconced on his knee and their hands and arms entwined together?

It’s sweet, and just a little adorable. “Yes,” Summer murmurs, eyes holding her gentle laughter, “yes, of course you may.” She doesn’t wait to see how he takes her answer, though. Her eyelids lower, and she tips her face sideways just enough, mouth slightly open in anticipation, heart pounding.

Percival’s brow furrows as he begins to close the distance. Eyes closed, he can hear and feel Summer’s catching breath, smell her perfume, picture her face with its enormous green eyes and freckled nose and bright smile, full lips. A low hum escapes him and he’s smiling when their lips touch. Hers are softer than he could’ve ever imagined.

It’s the most amazing thing, how ununtterably sweet Percival is. Not just the way his mouth tastes, but the way he seems to see her as a precious thing, to be handled with care. How gentle his heart is, for a knight. There’s fierceness there, she’s seen it roused, but only ever at a wrong done to someone. She clings to his hands and kisses him and kisses him and /kisses/ him, with a slow, spreading warmth.

sirpercivalofcamelot:

iamthefirechild:

“You tickled me,” she manages, between snickers, until her eyes fall on him biting his lip. That, finally, stills the laughter. Summer leans forward, eyes flicking between his eyes and his mouth, until she can kiss him, sink her own teeth into that lip. She can sense his body’s reaction, and smothers a smile.

He playfully launches into a series of quick kisses up and down Summer’s neck. Having noticed her reaction the first time, he slows down and lingers at the shell of her ear. Pulling back, he moves his hands off of her legs. One to take her by the waist again, one to tangle together with hers.

Percival giggles a very manly giggle and declares, “Look at that! Now we’re dancing.” He makes an attempt at waltzing in his seat before giving up, resting his forehead on Summer’s. “I would very much like to kiss you for a very long time.” He moves his hands again, bringing them up to her jawline. His voice has been growing lower and coarser by the second. “May I?”

The mock dancing makes her laugh more, and secretly promise herself a day where she teaches him how to dance. Somewhere away from Camelot, with a green, dappled meadow and no one nearby to trouble them. But his question surprises her. He thinks he has to ask? Now, with her ensconced on his knee and their hands and arms entwined together?

It’s sweet, and just a little adorable. “Yes,” Summer murmurs, eyes holding her gentle laughter, “yes, of course you may.” She doesn’t wait to see how he takes her answer, though. Her eyelids lower, and she tips her face sideways just enough, mouth slightly open in anticipation, heart pounding.