“Tease,” she said fondly. She helped him spread out the rugs and blankets, dropping the few cushions carelessly over the fabrics. Uncovering the basket, she pulled out their luncheon and presented it neatly on one corner before sitting down herself. “There. Come.” She patted the space beside her.
Silently the knight smirked to himself, taking his sword from around his waist and placing it down before he lay beside her. “As you wish, my lady,” he says, turning on his side. “So, what did you do today?”
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.
Summer had actually forgotten that her tongue was sticking out, watching him dismount. She wanted nothing so much, in that moment, as to knock him down and kiss him until he rolled them over and took her right there on the forest floor. She stuck it out further, then taunted, “Make me.”
The knight hummed, knowing exactly what she wanted but he wouldn’t do it, purely for his amusement. “Hm, perhaps,” Mordred says, placing the basket on the ground before he started on the blankets, “perhaps not.”
“Tease,” she said fondly. She helped him spread out the rugs and blankets, dropping the few cushions carelessly over the fabrics. Uncovering the basket, she pulled out their luncheon and presented it neatly on one corner before sitting down herself. “There. Come.” She patted the space beside her.
When you really really want to answer a Rp but you can’t find the right words and you are answering other RPs faster than the speed of light and you are sure the other RPer thinks you are being a douchebag but in reality you are just like
“You keep so many secrets,” she muses. “Sometimes I struggle to keep the one. It’s strange to be in a place where I have to guard a secret at all.” Cuddling closer to his warmth, she says sleepily, “I am glad you escaped.”
”They’re necessary,” he tells her, pulling the blankets up around them. “I don’t mean to hurt you but I don’t tell you things because I want to protect you,” Mordred mutters, kissing the top of her head.
“We’re going to,” she pauses to yawn, “argue about that later. Rwy’n dy garu di, cariad.” Summer tips her face up to catch his mouth.
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Was that in privates?
Looked like it. Meanwhile you are doing that m!a so I’m just lying here with cats on my feet, sexually frustrated by a guy nearly a decade younger than me.
