“Well, obviously. But — stealing, cariad?” It’s not entirely a judgment, more the confusion of someone who has never truly known want in her life.
”The Sarrum cares not or what the reason was he cares or the fact it happened at all.”
“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.”
“Why should the Sarrum of Amata remember you?” she asks, puzzled. She tugs at him, trying to coax him to at least lie down.
Begrudgingly Mordred obeys, lying down next to her. “Because not too long ago he put me to death for stealing, obviously I escaped.”
“Well, obviously. But — stealing, cariad?” It’s not entirely a judgment, more the confusion of someone who has never truly known want in her life.
She gets up on her knees and puts her arms around his shoulders. “I should think being round the Sarrum would put anyone in a fierce mood.” She shivers a little, then steals a kiss.
He smiled, wrapping his arms around her waist. “I spent most of the time hoping he wouldn’t notice me or remember who I was, to be honest.”
“Why should the Sarrum of Amata remember you?” she asks, puzzled. She tugs at him, trying to coax him to at least lie down.
Summer pulls the rope off both wrists and starts work on her feet. Practically, she says, “Well, you can hardly do that if I’m spread across your bed.” Biting at her lip again, she goes on, “Shall I expect to wake up bound again, then?”
He crosses his arms, chewing on his lip. “Maybe, maybe not, it all depends on how I wake up, you see. Perhaps I will be in a gentle mood, maybe not.”
She gets up on her knees and puts her arms around his shoulders. “I should think being round the Sarrum would put anyone in a fierce mood.” She shivers a little, then steals a kiss.
“Oh,” she says in a small voice. “I’ll just — go away, then.” She bites the end of the rope around her wrist, pulling the knot out.
“No, Summer, that’s not what I meant,” he says, walking towards the bed. “Let me sleep for a bit so I can actually participate, okay?”
Summer pulls the rope off both wrists and starts work on her feet. Practically, she says, “Well, you can hardly do that if I’m spread across your bed.” Biting at her lip again, she goes on, “Shall I expect to wake up bound again, then?”
“Um. Really? I — don’t know? A few hours, I think. I’m not tied very tightly … ” She looks at him with big, sad eyes. “Do you not like it?”
Mordred smiles. “Of course I do, I like it very much,” he tells her, beginning to undress. “I am just extremely tired.”
“Oh,” she says in a small voice. “I’ll just — go away, then.” She bites the end of the rope around her wrist, pulling the knot out.
“Waiting for you.” Summer bites her lip, attempting to look alluring — which is quite difficult when one is tied up and hoping one’s lover will start ravishing soon. “I thought I would surprise you.”
He cocks a brow, looking over her for a moment. “It’s almost midnight, how long have you been tied up?”
“Um. Really? I — don’t know? A few hours, I think. I’m not tied very tightly … ” She looks at him with big, sad eyes. “Do you not like it?”
It takes a little doing, but Summer manages to smuggle herself into Mordred’s rooms, and tie herself to the bed. She hopes he won’t be too long; it’s a bit cold, alone and unclothed and spread out.
Mordred opens the door, undoing the clasp that held his cloak to him. He was far too tired to do anything and he just wanted to sleep, he’d been running around all day, doing things for Arthur and spent most of his evening at a feast for the Sarrum. He places the red cloak over the back of the chair, taking off his vambrace. “What are you doing?”
“Waiting for you.” Summer bites her lip, attempting to look alluring — which is quite difficult when one is tied up and hoping one’s lover will start ravishing soon. “I thought I would surprise you.”
It takes a little doing, but Summer manages to smuggle herself into Mordred’s rooms, and tie herself to the bed. She hopes he won’t be too long; it’s a bit cold, alone and unclothed and spread out.
why do I have this sinking feeling that Mordred, Merlin, Tony, and Xavier are all going to conspire to set Arthur and Summer up on a date?