thatsamilkshake | Room 407, Thursday Night

Slamming the door shut behind them, Merlin swallowed something back and advanced on her slowly. He was just... looking now.

"You're beautiful." And very much his tonight. For---however long this was. It was good. And right. And normal.

It was different, coming from him. Francine would never entirely believe that, but Merlin didn't make her doubt the way the gravity worked when he said it. Just maybe his eyesight, and that was okay. He had other gifts.

"So're you," she said, and hypocritical as always, she meant it. Plus it was easier to be looked at if she looked back.

Merlin looked down quickly, removing his shirt as quickly as possible without re-breaking the nose. He was just lucky he didn't get caught in it.

"Bed?" He asked, stepping forward now that they were at least equal in nudity.

Give her a second here. For the staring. It was different than the beach. She put a hand out to lay it on his chest, nodding. Warm. "Bed."

Merlin put his hands on her hips, thumbs dipping down into the costume and brushing over the skin there. And slowly nudged them toward the bed. Pants still needed to be removed but they'd get there in a moment.

Okay, maybe he made her doubt how gravity worked a little. His hands did. Because she could swear you had to walk to get from the door to the bed, and yet. Bed. Right. There.

Merlin kissed her once more, pushing his hands and the costume down further. If it was anyone else, they would be sweeping her off her feet and onto the bed, but this was them.

And Merlin was letting her get there on her own sweet time.

Probably better for all sorts of extremities, yes. As it was, she still dropped to the mattress with a bounce that, well. Visually it might have been appealing. Physically she was going to regret it in the morning. And that, Merlin, is what bras are for.

But it looked wonderful now!

Merlin licked his lips idly as he watched, letting go of her to remove his trousers before he bloody well exploded. "Grape?"

"Whaaaaa?" Yeah, um. Pardon her for staring? But she'd be staring. Not at his face.

Merlin paused, trousers and undergarments around his ankles and covered himself quickly. "I--Um--"

Greeeeeat.

Something. There was something she was supposed to tell him. This broke things just enough that she had a chance to think and remember.

There's something wrong. This isn't us. That's what she'd meant to say. That's what she'd said, back at Strokes of Genius.

And yet Francine found herself telling him nothing at all, just shaking her head. "Stop that."

"You--" Merlin looked away quickly. The book said nothing about this, damn it. "I can turn off the lights if that's better."

Ohhhh yeah. This was them. And it'd be a good idea to flail their way into another broken nose or three why? Something might be up, but what they'd been doing so far had been good. She didn't want it to break, not now, not tonight. Not with him.

"No. Merlin, come here."

Stepping out of the rest of his clothes, Merlin very carefully tried to get on the bed without anything that may be too much for her... touching.

He may have whimpered there.

"It's just me," Francine said, even as she let whatever this was take her over. It didn't... it didn't even feel like lying. It was just her. It was just her -- just them -- without all the falling apart. She'd hold on to that while it lasted, thank you.

Also, she'd reach out a hand and put it on his thigh. "It's okay."

"Not like in the book," Merlin joked nervously, leaning down to kiss her. Because that was safe and normal and utterly perfect for him at the moment.

"Fuck the book," Francine said into the kiss, and she didn't really care if she was channeling not her don't think that now or Tawny Madison or just herself from another life.

Merlin groaned, grabbing her hip to roll her toward him at that. That was... Yeah. "Francine, god. I need--"

That. That um. Um doesn't live here anymore, Francie she tried to tell herself, and let the heat of being pressed against something she'd only ever seen in pictures -- or um, quickly covered by a pillow --not freak her out because that was the whole not-freaking point right?

"What? What d'you need?"

"You," He said, as though that should be obvious. One of Merlin's hands pushed the costume still on her so they would be even again on the nudity. "How should we--"

His other hand was on her breast, gentle rubbing there. She had liked it before...

Francine shifted to let it come down, and it... stuck around her hips." Dammit, I hate this thing!"

Putting his attention completely on the trousers now, Merlin frowned and used both hands to tug a bit harder. "You looked very..." Hot. Sexy. "Lovely in it."

"I looked like--" The two top contenders for ending that sentence were a bag of bacon or Superhooker, so she said nothing, just grunted in a completely ladylike manner and tugged at the STUPID STUPID spandex pants.

"I liked it," Merlin insisted, tugging harder as well. Between the two of them, you'd think this would be easier...

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