Summer just shakes her head, taking the next three for herself. She tosses one up into the air and it hits her on the nose instead of her mouth.
Mordred cackles, placing his hand in front of his mouth in attempt to stop himself from laughing. “You tried.”
“One day,” she threatens, grinning, shaking a finger at him, “one day, Mordred, there will be something which I am better at, and you will rue that day!” She hurls another grape at him.
“Wha—oh.” Her smile is fond and bemused. “Idiot.” But she does it anyway.
The next one he catches, a grin spreading across his features. “Sorry what was that?”
Summer just shakes her head, taking the next three for herself. She tosses one up into the air and it hits her on the nose instead of her mouth.
“I will never surrender!” Summer announces, and pounces on him. His feet are probably ticklish, but he’s still got his boots on, so she settles for his stomach instead.
Mordred withers, squirming under her. “Ah- Summer!” He exclaims in between laughter, “stop, please!”
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.
Summer calls him Medraut, and cariad. Obviously you need a spreadsheet!
{exCUSE YOU}
There is no excuse for me!
I do not either call him Mordy! What a stupid name … *sulks*{ Do you know how many people I have to keep up with romantically? There is Meg, Summer, Evangeline, Artemis, Morgana, Gabbie, Merlin, Cyn, Hermione, Merlina, Ana, and I’m probably forgetting people. They all have nicknames for him, I can’t remember them all.}
Summer calls him Medraut, and cariad. Obviously you need a spreadsheet!
“Ack — yes! Mordred, no — ” It’s obviously not a serious command, as she giggles and halfheartedly struggles in his lap and tries to tickle him back.
The young knight chuckles, moving just out of reach but being within close enough proximity to still attack her. “That’s right.”
“I will never surrender!” Summer announces, and pounces on him. His feet are probably ticklish, but he’s still got his boots on, so she settles for his stomach instead.
“Oh, if you need help sleeping at night,” she says archly. Then she dissolves in giggles, hiding her face against his neck.
Mordred chuckles, tickling her. “Is that you offering?”
“Ack — yes! Mordred, no — ” It’s obviously not a serious command, as she giggles and halfheartedly struggles in his lap and tries to tickle him back.
She strokes his back, laughing at his writhing, though if he does it again the mood is going to change very quickly. “Even though you were defeated by a mere maid this morning, my gallant knight?”
”I like to pretend that the entire situation never happened,” Mordred tells her as seriously as he can. “It will help me sleep at night.”
“Oh, if you need help sleeping at night,” she says archly. Then she dissolves in giggles, hiding her face against his neck.
“How can I /possibly/ doubt it when you say such lovely things to me?” she purrs, snuggling close. Her hands steal under his shirt, pulling close for her part. “Cariad, fy nghariad, Medraut, rydych yn llawer rhy dda i mi.”
Mordred gives her a soft chuckle, squirming as her warm fingers grace his cold skin and he tenses. “Mae’n ohonoch sydd yn llawer rhy dda i mi, fy cariad.” He smiles, kissing the top of her head, closing his eyes. “Today has been wonderful.”
She strokes his back, laughing at his writhing, though if he does it again the mood is going to change very quickly. “Even though you were defeated by a mere maid this morning, my gallant knight?”
once again I have sat up far /far/ too late because ryan is giving me the best feels
I should have been asleep hours ago
like three hours ago
I just hate to sleep when there’s such good writing to wait for
stupid time zones
