Summer puts a hand over his heart. “I remember now. It’s because of how beautiful you are.”
”Flattery will get you everywhere.”
She throws her head back and laughs. “That assumes I want to get somewhere. I’m pretty happy right here.”
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“I know you’re not. You’re terrible, and I don’t know why I keep you.” She hooked a knee over his hip.
“Why you keep me?” Mordred asks, closing his eyes again. “I don’t know why I keep you either.”
Summer puts a hand over his heart. “I remember now. It’s because of how beautiful you are.”
Summer shudders, fingernails curling into his skin. She buries her face in Mordred’s neck again, her brain disassembled, unable to keep a coherent thought in the face of the slowing motion. Her open mouth presses to his skin, keen muffled there as the climax overtakes her.
The shift in position is almost more than Summer can stand. She wraps her arms around his shoulders, face buried in the crook of his neck, and muffles her voice against his skin. One hand combs through his hair, and she kisses everything she can reach. Something is building, where once she burned, where he fills her; she doesn’t know what it is, but every motion brings it closer.
Summer cries out again — it might be his name, or a curse, or or just ‘yes, or something even less coherent. She’s hyperaware of everything about her body now, everywhere he’s touching, the way she shifts to take him in, his teeth in her skin. One leg wraps around his knees, opening her up more to him, and she rocks her hips.
There’s a brief struggle as they both try to undo his trousers and push them down. There’s a little edge of fear thrilling along Summer’s nerves now — the sort of fear that heightens excitement. Her breath comes, if possible, a little faster, when she can breathe under his mouth. Another whimper, while she bites at his lip, and her aching need pours into his mind.
Sparks haze in front of her vision, but if she was ever in control of this, she’s decidedly not now. She’s wholly at his mercy, unkind mercy, unable to do more than beg. The words are half-formed and only audible due to the stillness of the room. She pulls on his hips, down, uncaring that his hand within her is trapped between.
flatmate!au
~o “This is it, boys, this is war – what are we waiting for?
Why don’t we break the rules already?
I was never one to believe the hype
Save that for the black and white
I try twice as hard and I’m half as liked,
But here they come again to jack my style.” ~o
Singing at the top of her theatrically-trained lungs, with the music almost as loud as she is.
Hey my threads get buried
I always tag so just check your tag on my tumblr. Or, you know, I could update my thread tracker, that could be good …
Well the only way Mordred can think of saving her is to make her hate him and allow her to leave. Everything can happen and he can leave and instead of morgana go to the bandits.
I’m crying already. Okay. You. Back to studying, and I will have a starter up for that in a little while. On your honour don’t lose the thread!