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I would send all you folk the crown, but I’m not intimidated, I’m impatient and eager!
Drinking on an empty stomach is bad enough physically. Now I think I realise it makes me depressed.
Or maybe that’s just the thread with Mordred.
‘I would be in that sandwich in a heartbeat’ *dies*
*halos* I speak only truth.
flatmate!au
” — well, no, you don’t really get to know who your neighbours are before you move in, Sam!” Summer laughs. “But I lucked out. I seem to have landed in a whole group of kindred spirits, it’s just a shame most of them are already paired off to each other. Seriously, it’s like incest or something.”
The people on the other side of the voice chat speak, and she grins and laughs again. “Fine, fine, I won’t use that word. But there are a lot of cute people here and I can’t touch! Merlin and Mordred are together, and let me tell you, I would be in that sandwich in a heartbeat. /Doc/ would be in that sandwich. I’m pretty sure Tony and Xavier are going out, too.” She sighs. “Yeah, I know, but there is one straight couple! … are you serious? I would go out with any of them in a heartbeat. Aithusa, Arthur — maybe not Sherlock. I’m not sure Sherlock has a libido.”
He hums, pulling the blankets up over the two of them and he wraps his arms around her waist, burying his face in the crook of her neck. “Don’t thank me.”
“Why not?” Her voice is drowsy, cuddling into his hold. She makes a face when she remembers she’s half-in and half-out of her dress, and struggles upright to finish taking it off. Naked, she settles back down and nestles back into Mordred’s arms. “It was very nice. I hope,” a yawn, “I will get better with time.”
Summer lies there, intermittently trembling as another jolt of pleasure rides through her body, one hand bent up to press against Mordred’s chest. She’s unwilling to be out of contact with him yet. “Thank you,” she murmurs. “That was … ” She can’t find the words.
i haet all u guise
revellin in mah pains
Don’t watch the last three episodes
Oh, no, I’m gonna watch them and then crawl off and cry because Mordred. We need a new starter, I think.
”Mordred,” she gasps back. Instinct guides her hands now; thought is lost to the haze of sensuality, and with it control. The desire and need she’s feeling, is drowning in, spills from her skin, pressing against his. The fire flickers brighter. “Please, please,” she begs, without any clear idea of what she’s begging for, only more.