Room 407, Thursday Night

[thatsamilkshake]

What's worse than naked? Spandex. No, seriously. Spandex with no ice cream. Spandex with boys being weird. Spandex that won't come off and also is confusing and troubling and tiny and blonde and now there needs to be a boy. Right now.

What's better than naked? To be honest, as Merlin hurried her across the hall and into his room Francine was having a hard time coming up (dirty) with an answer to that. ...Or maybe Merlin was just happy to see her.

[OOC: Ahem. See mood.]

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[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

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.

[thatsamilkshake]

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.

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

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.

[thatsamilkshake]

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.

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

Merlin flushed due to a horrible mix of embarrassment and pale skin. "The book said that there were spots women liked that..."

[thatsamilkshake]

"Well, I liked that one." God help him if he took it into his head to ask her to list off any others, because Temari had not been wrong on that question that broke her very small, very overworked brain.

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

"Okay." Merlin kissed there again, taking a deep breath before hooking a thumb under the side of those lacey underoos she had on.

[thatsamilkshake]

Francine would resemble that remark, but. Well.

And that was... no matter how expected, that was something that made her take a deep breath, and shut her eyes tight.

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

Merlin looked up, biting his lip. "We can stop," He offered. OH GOD, DON'T MAKE HIM STOP NOW.

HIS BITS MAY NEVER RECOVER.

[thatsamilkshake]

"Do you want me to kill you?" She was trying for light, except it came out in a low growl that reminded her disturbingly of nowewon'tbethinkingthatnamenotnow.

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

"I'd rather avoid being dead," He admitted, pulling down on the pink and so very girly thing.

[thatsamilkshake]

"Good boy." Oh sweet Jesus, don't ask where that came from.

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

Okay, so the problem with being between her legs and pulling them down should have been obvious, but Merlin managed to struggle with it for a moment. Because someone was talking in a way that made him groan and shift nervously.

[thatsamilkshake]

Right about now, Francine was thanking the island just as hard as she'd been cursing it an hour ago. Because her head wanted to flail and hide under the blankets when she realized the issue, and any other day she would have if they'd even got this far, but other parts were in control, and they were laughing at her. As well they should.

She leaned back, dug for balance with her elbows, drew her legs up a bit and... tried really hard not to kick Merlin in the ribs when she nudged him to back up.

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

It took more than a few attempts, but... Wait... wait... There! It was off one leg at least.

This was hardly how they talked about it in the book. "Should we get the... grape?"

[thatsamilkshake]

"......." Yeah, okay, apparently the hormones were not ragey enough to let her explain that one in words. At least not words that explained anything. "That's...not what the grape is for."

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

"...it's not?"

[thatsamilkshake]

"..." Nope, still no explanation forthcoming. "Just go with the green ones."

The package said glow in the dark, which Francine did not entirely believe was possible and kind of assumed was a gag, but they were definitely not flavored.

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

Merlin stared, hand rubbing her thigh out of nervous energy. "Where?"

[thatsamilkshake]

OH SURE, ASK HER IMPORTANT QUESTIONS AND THEN RUB HER THIGH.

"Um." She was sure she could remember if she just concentrated hard enough. "Um."

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

He couldn't help himself! It was there!

Merlin bit his lip. The rubbing only got worse the more waiting there was.

[thatsamilkshake]

"Unnnh." That was somehow supposed to be better than um. "Unnn--" Oh. Right. "--der the bed. Bag." Where she'd left them last night.

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

And that scrambling for this bag under the bed? Epic.

It only took a few painful moments before he came back with... a handful. He didn't know hoe different they may be! "Er---which is the right one?"

[thatsamilkshake]

She'd be growling impatiently if she hadn't been totally brain-bustingly distracted by watching the scramble. Though she did manage to pull her other leg out of... well, they were a lampshade, now.

"Uh."

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

That was going to serve as such a distraction if neither of them noticed until later. "...what does 'ribbed' mean?"