Summer shudders. He’s so close to what she wants, but can’t articulate. It’s all new, overwhelming; she hadn’t even known what she was asking for when she told him she wanted it, but she wouldn’t change her mind now for all of Camelot and Devon besides. She shifts, trying without success to have him touch that place low in her body that burns.
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*ponders doing a starter for flatmate!au*
Summer perches her chin on her hand, staring blankly out the window. Mordred is on patrol, or guard duty, or — he’s elsewhere.
And that train of thought, right there, is the problem. She can’t /stop/ thinking about him. That soft, secret smile, and the way it crinkles around his blue eyes; his dark curls and the warmth in his voice when he speaks to her. His fierce loyalty and bone-deep honour — everything.
It’s dangerous, she knows it’s dangerous — falling for someone so hard, so fast. So they share magic. So he’s kind, and his heart harbours no more danger, no more shadows than anyone else she’s ever met. None of that will protect her if he decides to push her away; when he’s had enough of her need and her cling and the fact that there’s more than magic that makes her different.
They’ve spent so little time together, and she feels his absence every moment he’s away. Yet she cannot persuade herself to let go. Her hands curl in her lap, clenched together.
She can’t help writhing in his hold, instinctively pressing harder against the length of his body. She’s half lying on top of him now, one hand climbing into his hair to somehow try to merge them closer. She makes a sound low in her throat, something between a moan and a whimper, and all but melts under his mouth.
He tilts his head, wrapping his leg around her own, pulling her closer to him. A soft growl escaped him as he nipped down on her lip again, pulling her on top of him.
The growl makes her shudder, in a good way. There’s an ache low in her body, and there’s not nearly enough skin. Please, she thinks, please Mordred; the thought is tangled up with yearning and need. She kisses harder, craving his mouth, his hands.
For all her light words and teasing, Summer’s never been kissed like this. She knows, she’s neither stupid nor uneducated, with a married sister, but never experienced it. She parts her mouth to his, fingertips digging into his shoulders and eyelashes fluttering. It makes her burn even more strongly, and there’s barely enough thought left to hold control over her magic, not let her desire spill over into him.
His fingertips burned, his flesh following suit. It was either the situation or their magic that was threatening to drive him over the edge. What he’d said about being able to hold out might soon be disproved. Mordred pushed his tongue gently into her mouth, fighting her tongue for dominance as he wrapped his arms around her waist.
She can’t help writhing in his hold, instinctively pressing harder against the length of his body. She’s half lying on top of him now, one hand climbing into his hair to somehow try to merge them closer. She makes a sound low in her throat, something between a moan and a whimper, and all but melts under his mouth.
“Now that,” she taps his nose, “you shall have to think up for yourself.” Summer tucks herself into his side, smiling, and strokes her hand down his chest.
Mordred smirks, two things coming to mind and his cheeks reddened slightly before he sat up, pressing his lips to hers, running his tongue across her bottom lip, edging his tongue into her mouth slowly.
For all her light words and teasing, Summer’s never been kissed like this. She knows, she’s neither stupid nor uneducated, with a married sister, but never experienced it. She parts her mouth to his, fingertips digging into his shoulders and eyelashes fluttering. It makes her burn even more strongly, and there’s barely enough thought left to hold control over her magic, not let her desire spill over into him.
Standing alone
I’m half unseen
half unfilled
at dawn of dayThen from the earth
You rise in splendor
source of passion
balance and flameBoth Sun and sky
And I surrender
at your feet my
shield and name.
— Twilight Falls, Emerald Rose
“I think I was making you wish it was tomorrow night.” Summer slips her fingers under the edges of his shirt again, and turns her head to kiss the skin.
Another laugh passes his lips and he leans into the kiss, his hand grabbing at her tunic, feeling the cool of the silk against his burning flesh. “I can hold out,” he tells her.
Sincerely, she says, “Of course you can,” and then proceeds to leave light kisses all down his chest, glancing up at his face between every few with her eyes twinkling. “Don’t tear my dress, Mordred,” she murmurs.
And I need to stop wanting to be part of the flatmate au. I am a bad person.
Tell me to stop, guys.
She makes a sad face, “Then we will not talk about it.” She traces it again, and looks up to catch his eyes. “Where was I? Ah, yes.” A little smile curves her mouth, and she lays her head on his shoulder.
The knight chuckles, shaking his head before he shrugs. “I don’t know dear, where were you?”
“I think I was making you wish it was tomorrow night.” Summer slips her fingers under the edges of his shirt again, and turns her head to kiss the skin.