“You won’t let Edward marry me off to someone just for advantage,” she said softly. “Will you? So there’ll be no need for a handsome young knight to kidnap me from imprisonment.”
“Of course I won’t,” he tells her, “besides it takes a very long time for someone to organize a kidnap.”
“I shan’t ask why you know that. Still,” Summer said firmly, “you tickling me is not at all the type of wandering hands or pawing I was talking about, and well you know it.” She pulled at the lacing on the cuirass, breathing hard when it loosened. “I think you tied this more like a corset than armour.”
“Well, but there is you, and so I don’t think there’s likely to be a problem that way.” She pulled away to turn around, still looking up at him. “Is there?”
“What do you mean by problem?” He asks, looking down at her with a confused look on his face.
“You won’t let Edward marry me off to someone just for advantage,” she said softly. “Will you? So there’ll be no need for a handsome young knight to kidnap me from imprisonment.”
“Not in the least,” she shot back. She looked up at him upside-down with a wry smile. “A horrible old man who would paw me and have no concern whatsoever for me and keep me locked up in his castle for fear of a handsome young knight like you kidnaping me away from him.”
He groaned, lolling his head back and sighed. “Expectations,” he says, turning his attention back to her “there are so many.”
“Well, but there is you, and so I don’t think there’s likely to be a problem that way.” She pulled away to turn around, still looking up at him. “Is there?”
Summer tried to squirm away and discovered she was trapped between Mordred and the table. Elbowing him did no good either; he was wearing his chain mail, and his fingers sought out every gap in her cuirass. “Mercy!” she gasped through giggles. She fell back against his body. “That’s not the sort of wandering hands I meant!”
Mordred chuckles, not stopping when she cried for mercy, but stopped when she fell back against him. “Close enough,” he tells her with a smile.
“Not in the least,” she shot back. She looked up at him upside-down with a wry smile. “A horrible old man who would paw me and have no concern whatsoever for me and keep me locked up in his castle for fear of a handsome young knight like you kidnaping me away from him.”
She spluttered into laughter. “Did you pay attention to my family at all? Normal? Without you, I should have been trapped here, at the mercy of whomever Edward decided to pawn me off on — likely some old man with no teeth and wandering hands.”
Mordred chuckles, “oh I fit only one of those criteria” he tells her, moving around behind her to tickle her, “I have wandering hands.”
Summer tried to squirm away and discovered she was trapped between Mordred and the table. Elbowing him did no good either; he was wearing his chain mail, and his fingers sought out every gap in her cuirass. “Mercy!” she gasped through giggles. She fell back against his body. “That’s not the sort of wandering hands I meant!”
Summer squeaked, flailing once with all limbs and then falling flat. “Cruel. But I know your weakness!” She grabbed at his leg and tickled the spot behind his knee. “I will never yield!” Her eyes flicked over his shoulder, and then Winter put her hands lightly round his neck.
“Yield to us, sir knight,” the darker twin whispered with a grin.
Mordred chuckled, kicking out, falling back from her. When Winter’s hands wrapped around his neck he froze, squirming ever so slightly. “Get your hands from around my neck, please.”
Winter’s fingers twitched, ever so slightly, and then she stepped back. “I think I will go inside.” Her voice sounded strange, and Summer started up from the grass, hand outstretched. Her twin flicked a hand, and she stopped, then glanced down to Mordred.
“It looks it, but you don’t sound it!” She grabbed his wrists and pinned them down.
He hummed, using all his strength to flip her over, sitting on top of her defiantly. “There.”
Summer squeaked, flailing once with all limbs and then falling flat. “Cruel. But I know your weakness!” She grabbed at his leg and tickled the spot behind his knee. “I will never yield!” Her eyes flicked over his shoulder, and then Winter put her hands lightly round his neck.
“Yield to us, sir knight,” the darker twin whispered with a grin.
