She pouts, finds the grapes, and throws one at him.
Mordred purses his lips, attempting to catch the grape with his mouth but he fails. “Throw another one?”
“Wha—oh.” Her smile is fond and bemused. “Idiot.” But she does it anyway.
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“You /just/ said I was not to bite your ribcage.” Summer pokes him.
“Just not my ribcage,” he corrects.
She pouts, finds the grapes, and throws one at him.
And then her stomach growls and the whole moment is ruined. “Are you sure,” she says mournfully, looking down, “I can’t bite you just a little bit?”
“You can bite me all you like, after you’re done eating.”
“You /just/ said I was not to bite your ribcage.” Summer pokes him.
“Rwy’n flin,” Summer says again. She slides back up alongside him and rests her head on his shoulder. “I’ll be good.”
Mordred kisses the top of her head. “I know,” he says, rubbing her arm with his hand, “it will.”
And then her stomach growls and the whole moment is ruined. “Are you sure,” she says mournfully, looking down, “I can’t bite you just a little bit?”
“Rwy’n flin, I didn’t mean to.” Contritely, she kisses the bite. “Not to torment, then?”
Mordred smiled. “I know you didn’t, if you want to torment me go ahead, but the whole biting the ribcage-” He shakes his head.
“Rwy’n flin,” Summer says again. She slides back up alongside him and rests her head on his shoulder. “I’ll be good.”
I care and you’re amazing and I advise you to eat 🙂
eating seems like too much work. fuck, I just reminded myself I have to pay the bills too. there goes a thousand dollars. I’m such a failure; I’m not amazing at all.
Delicately she glides her fingertips upward, following with little flicks of her tongue, and bites at a rib. “I suppose I’ll have to torment you until I find out, then.”
The young knight gasps. “F- geez Summer,” he curses, a string of swear words forming under his breath, “that hurt.”
“Rwy’n flin, I didn’t mean to.” Contritely, she kisses the bite. “Not to torment, then?”
Summer slides down and pushes up Mordred’s shirt, kissing there. “What will bring you to surrender to me?” She looks up his body, through her lashes.
He shifts, tensing slightly. “I don’t know.”
Delicately she glides her fingertips upward, following with little flicks of her tongue, and bites at a rib. “I suppose I’ll have to torment you until I find out, then.”
She laughs, and pushes him flat, sitting on top of him. “You are mine, Sir Knight. Surrender yourself to me.” Then she leans down and kisses him again, slow and intimate, before giggling and nipping at his neck.
”Never,” he whispers, leaning up to kiss her, nipping at her bottom lip. “It’s going to take more than kisses to get me to surrender.”
Summer slides down and pushes up Mordred’s shirt, kissing there. “What will bring you to surrender to me?” She looks up his body, through her lashes.
It’s a bit of a race, through the fields surrounding Camelot proper, her hair flying and laughter following them. Summer slowed when he did, pulling her horse to a walk. “I thought for a moment there you meant to lead me on a chase,” she called, “in retaliation for this morning.” They topped the ridge, and she could immediately see the place he meant — sheltered by a tumble of rocks to one side, with a little stream burbling round one edge and sunlight falling through the leaves.
He laughs. “I thought about it, but I didn’t want to embarrass you with my amazing horsemanship,” he teases, tugging on the reins gently as he carefully led the horse down the hill. “Be careful, it gets slippery.”
“Ah, well, the folk of Dover are not born ahorse like some other peoples I could name. You would be very upset if I were thrown.” Sensibly, she dismounted and picked her way down the hillside, tethering the horse to a tree with grass and undergrowth nearby. As she untied the rug, she said over her shoulder, “Is there aught I can do better than you, my lord?” and stuck out her tongue at him.