The one, Francine was expecting; the other, not so much, and she gave a gasp that was half shock at the darkness and half surprised laughter, before pushing against him again. Tightening her legs, grabbing at Merlin's hip, anything to chase that feeling she'd almost reached last time and lost. This time she wasn't drunk and stupid and scared of it; she wanted. She just didn't know how to get.
Finally she just stole that hand back from his hip while he was still holding on, and shoved it down between them herself. Because right. There. There. Low in her belly and live wire nothing, that was one of those 500-shot salute fireworks that they won't sell you unless you have a license and promise to take it outside the city limits before you set it off.
So what we're saying here is she didn't blow out the lights but she was really glad they were already out because she didn't think she could take anyone seeing the look on her face right now.
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Finally she just stole that hand back from his hip while he was still holding on, and shoved it down between them herself. Because right. There. There. Low in her belly and live wire nothing, that was one of those 500-shot salute fireworks that they won't sell you unless you have a license and promise to take it outside the city limits before you set it off.
So what we're saying here is she didn't blow out the lights but she was really glad they were already out because she didn't think she could take anyone seeing the look on her face right now.