thatsamilkshake | Room 407, Thursday Night

"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...

STUPID POLYMER FABRICS. "Good," she said through a set jaw, yanking at the fabric of the top part to try and drag the bottom down off her hips. And squirming both to get them off and because she couldn't get them off and because frankly it kind of felt... "Good."

It may not have helped that Merlin was rapidly becoming distracted by her hips and legs instead of helping her out.

"Very," He croaked, dragging his eyes away from there so he could kiss her collar bone and down in a completely disorganized trail.

That was... "Not helping." Good, but not helping. She yanked harder in frustration. ...At the seams of the pants, that is.

It wasn't on purpose! Kinda. Oh, hush.

Merlin continued trailing kisses over her breasts, frantically tugging at the spandex now too. "What on earth is this?"

"Not the good fabric." Which meant the final creations must be well-nigh indestructible. Tug. Tug. YANK.

RiiIIIiiiPPP!

Oh. Well. That worked.

Merlin stopped what he was doing to look down at the bits od fabric and--just laughed, resting the side of his face on her very nice chest. Really, this was right about on par for them.

Well, between giggling and mortification, Francine was going to go for giggling. "Good thing this was the practice design." +2 damage to clothing or not, it did make peeling them the rest of the way off a heck of a lot easier. And she really enjoyed launching them across the room with a kick.

And then there was only the sort of thing that you could wear under a spandex suit without visible granny lines. There was lace involved.

Oh. Oh wow.

Merlin kissed her properly, still grinning. This... felt more like them. "This is--" Something better than expected.

Property damage did make it feel more like them, yes. So would injury, but...she probably shouldn't think things like that where Murphy could hear her.

Francine splayed both hands across his shoulders and down the sides of his arms, and really didn't give a good goddamn how skinny he might have been. They were still fine arms. Good arms to have.

Which was good because... he really was scrawny. Unlike the plump dort of healthiness he always associated with Francine. The type of woman who would be good at having children his mother may have pointed out should she ever meet her.

He shifted on the bed, trying to nudge her legs apart without much thought going into it.

Hypothetical Other People might tease him about being a one-trick pony, but they were all new to Francine. She moved into the nudge like it was an invitation, leg sliding over his, a little slick with sweat.

He should never, ever say that 'healthy' thing out loud to her, by the way. The children part would make her happy. Healthy had way too many associations with her own mother.

It may help that this time he was switching it up with both legs trying to insinuate themselves between hers. Because a girl didn't have anything for... never mind.

He moved his hands down to her thighs, running them down almost to her knees and then back to the edges of the lace. Just getting a feel for her.

Oh, Merlin. This is what you get for slamming The Book shut on the pictures of Bits. A girl could make perfectly fine use of one leg with enough motivation. Though admittedly not while lying on her back, and also not if she was Francine, who also slams Books shut on pictures of Bits.

Her hips rose under his hands as they slid back up skin that felt like it might freeze or catch on fire at any second, and there wasn't much trying he needed to do before her legs made room for both of his.

It was so wonderful that they were just that easy. Merlin returned to what he'd been doing before and pressed on kiss just between her breasts. Give him a moment, he was all about the legs right now. He'd return to those soon enough.

Francine had very easy legs, yes. Also quite long. Francine was also very easily charmed, and thing there, with the kiss? Yes. It forced a laugh out of her, but it was the laugh of aww, I can't believe you just did that.

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