His words are so lovely she’s speechless. As is perhaps usual with him, what began as a tease has become something far more intimate. In lieu of words she kisses him back, with less passion but considerably more warmth.
He can’t help the smile that finds his lips as she kisses him, pulling her closer to him as if it is even at all possible. “I love you, don’t doubt that, okay?”
She groaned and rolled over on top of him, cupping his face in both hands and locking her mouth to his. There was that spark again, of their magic coming together. It was no wonder no one else had ever captured her heart. She bit his lip, then breathed, “Tell me what you see when you look at me, as if you were telling someone else.”
He sat up, wrapping his arms around her waist. “I see a beautiful, kind and caring woman, who’s eyes sparkle like the sun and her hair is as soft as silk,” he begins, kissing her gently. “And when she looks at me I have to remember how to breathe.”
His words are so lovely she’s speechless. As is perhaps usual with him, what began as a tease has become something far more intimate. In lieu of words she kisses him back, with less passion but considerably more warmth.
“Perhaps if my lord were to be descriptive?” She brushed a fingertip over his mouth. “Of course, what you were doing is fine too.”
”Oh? Descriptive?” he asks, kissing across her jaw. “Maybe some more prompting might work.”
She groaned and rolled over on top of him, cupping his face in both hands and locking her mouth to his. There was that spark again, of their magic coming together. It was no wonder no one else had ever captured her heart. She bit his lip, then breathed, “Tell me what you see when you look at me, as if you were telling someone else.”
“Very persuasive,” Summer whispered, “but I am still not convinced. You are demonstrating your bias very clearly.” Her eyes crinkle with her mischievous smile.
Mordred pulled away, arching a brow. “And may my lady give me a suggestion as to how I would be able to convince her?”
“Perhaps if my lord were to be descriptive?” She brushed a fingertip over his mouth. “Of course, what you were doing is fine too.”
She chased his mouth for a moment when their lips parted. “Mmmm, I’m listening. Not sure I caught that last bit though. Perhaps again?”
”I said,” he mutters, kissing her again, “that it’s my pleasure.”
“Very persuasive,” Summer whispered, “but I am still not convinced. You are demonstrating your bias very clearly.” Her eyes crinkle with her mischievous smile.
Summer slid down next to him with a kiss. “You love me,” she murmured, “that makes you biased. I don’t believe you think I have any flaws at all. Convince me, persuade me how I am beautiful.”
A smirk tugged at his lips and he leaned down to kiss her, his hands sliding down to her waist, tilting his head to deepen the kiss before he pulls away. “My pleasure.”
She chased his mouth for a moment when their lips parted. “Mmmm, I’m listening. Not sure I caught that last bit though. Perhaps again?”
She blushed and laughed, warmed by the compliment and his touch. “You are biased, I’m not beautiful. I aspire to striking, one day.”
”How am I biased?” Mordred questions with a laugh. “I call it as I see it and you are beautiful.”
Summer slid down next to him with a kiss. “You love me,” she murmured, “that makes you biased. I don’t believe you think I have any flaws at all. Convince me, persuade me how I am beautiful.”
Summer turned her face into his hand before kissing it, chuckling. “Yes, my lord. That’s not my worry. Only that I am a stranger to them. But I shan’t think about it now. Yule is some time off, and I don’t want anything to spoil this afternoon.” Closing her eyes, she nudged his hand. “Tell me something beautiful, Mordred.”
Mordred hums, running his thumb over her cheek, observing her for a moment. “Well there is this girl, her name is Summer-” he says with a smile. “Do you want me to continue with telling you about something beautiful?”
She blushed and laughed, warmed by the compliment and his touch. “You are biased, I’m not beautiful. I aspire to striking, one day.”
A smile crept over her face. “Oh, yes! I would love to. But,” doubtfully, “will it be alright? I’m not part of the court. I suppose I could’ve been, if I wanted all the entourage and that, when I first came.”
”Don’t worry about them,” he tells her, brushing some hair back from her face. “They are fools, and besides, their queen was born a serving girl, they have said nothing about her, they have no right to say the same about you.”
Summer turned her face into his hand before kissing it, chuckling. “Yes, my lord. That’s not my worry. Only that I am a stranger to them. But I shan’t think about it now. Yule is some time off, and I don’t want anything to spoil this afternoon.” Closing her eyes, she nudged his hand. “Tell me something beautiful, Mordred.”
Summer offered him the bread. “I finished the trim for my new dress.” She waited for his reaction, knowing perfectly well that he didn’t care about what she wore in the least. Maybe if ever she went with him to some feast in the castle, he might care then.
”You’ll have to show me,” he tells her, taking a bite. “There is actually a feast coming up soon, for Yule and if you would like, would you do me the honour of being my guest for the evening?”
A smile crept over her face. “Oh, yes! I would love to. But,” doubtfully, “will it be alright? I’m not part of the court. I suppose I could’ve been, if I wanted all the entourage and that, when I first came.”