Summer shook her head, adding bemusement to the array of emotions spinning through her. “Will it hurt your knightly pride to go to a lady’s rooms?”
He laughed. “Of course not, there are worse places to be.”
She guided him through the few streets to her rooms, small and humble though they were. “Would you like something to drink?”
“And now you are sad,” she murmured. “I don’t understand. Is it not enough?” She tipped her forehead against his.
“I‘m not sad,” he tells her, “and it is more than enough, more than I could ask for, I just- I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You can’t hurt me, Mordred. And you can’t lie to me.” Summer leans back again, to look him in the eyes. Seriously, she says, “I promise. No matter how tightly, you can’t hurt me.” A shy, teasing smile quirks one corner of her mouth. “If you’re so worried, take off your armour.”
Summer made a small sound, pressing closer. She didn’t care about his chain mail, only about the way his mouth felt against hers. But Mordred’s fear broke into the pleasure of it, and she drew back just enough to whisper, “Why are you still afraid?”
He sighed through his nose, saddened when she pulled away, his heart dropping. “What do you mean by still afraid?” he asked, lolling his head to the side.
“And now you are sad,” she murmured. “I don’t understand. Is it not enough?” She tipped her forehead against his.
Was it wrong for that to be the answer she hoped for; to want to be desired even a little bit? Too much thinking, her mother would tell her, stop thinking, Summer. Tenatively she leaned forward, unaccountably shy. They had kissed twice already, this would be no different.
It wasn’t meant as teasing, this time. She closed her eyes, the better to taste Mordred, and pressed her lips to his. Her arms went back round his neck.
A small smile came to his lips as he felt hers against his, her soft lips moving against his. Mordred wrapped his arms around her waist, drawing her closer, but yet again trying not to hurt her all that much, scared his chain mail would hurt her or dig into her. He moved his hand up to the side of her face, bracing himself against her so he didn’t move or make a fool of himself.
Summer made a small sound, pressing closer. She didn’t care about his chain mail, only about the way his mouth felt against hers. But Mordred’s fear broke into the pleasure of it, and she drew back just enough to whisper, “Why are you still afraid?”
sirmordred-thedruid said: My cats run the house too.
now helios says he will sit on my chest until i go to sleep. apparently i must go to sleep now. the ship will sail itself until tomorrow.
Summer turned her head, trying to catch his mouth again, but missed. “Then you must answer the question again. Do you want nothing for yourself? Just now, right now.” Her gaze roamed his face, searching for she knew not what. “Tell me,” she whispered.
Mordred took a deep breath, the first thought in his mind causing him to chew the inside of his cheek for a brief moment. “I want you to kiss me.”
Was it wrong for that to be the answer she hoped for; to want to be desired even a little bit? Too much thinking, her mother would tell her, stop thinking, Summer. Tenatively she leaned forward, unaccountably shy. They had kissed twice already, this would be no different.
It wasn’t meant as teasing, this time. She closed her eyes, the better to taste Mordred, and pressed her lips to his. Her arms went back round his neck.
sirmordred-thedruid said: Is it the ship between Mordred and Summer?
we are on the same ship! it is a tiny ship, but I think they prefer it that way. my bed is still full of cats. how can a small kitty take up so much /space/?
excuse me, helios says he is not a small kitty, and washes his butt at me. and hits himself in the face with his tail.
sirmordred-thedruid said: GO TO SLEEP! I have a new ship too, and it sails itself.
no sleep! must play on ship. is your ship the same as my ship? I don’t know.
She shook her head hard, loose red strands whipping about. “No, no, don’t tell me that! It’s important enough for you to say, like that, when I ask what you want … no. I will concern myself. You are,” she stumbled, “you are my husband for this week and your hurts are my hurts. I wish for you to wish for somehing more than a place to sleep and a full belly.”
The young knight smiled, kissing her cheek. “I appreciate the concern, my lady, but truly, the past is the past, and although it may come back to haunt us it is now no concern of ours in the present.”
Summer turned her head, trying to catch his mouth again, but missed. “Then you must answer the question again. Do you want nothing for yourself? Just now, right now.” Her gaze roamed his face, searching for she knew not what. “Tell me,” she whispered.
*actively avoids sleep in order to play with Mordred*