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Room 407, Thursday Night

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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Then it may be bad that he added a gentle bite to the spot as well. He had certainly liked it on his ears, after all...

Merlin tried to remember to breath as he drove up in shallow thrusts, something was building far too quickly like this.

Yes, that qualified as bad. In that Special way of theirs, where it was so good that anything Francine possessed resembling balance flew off somewhere over her left shoulder, and the next time she pushed -- okay, ground down against him, whoooph, over they toppled.

Not, by some miracle of modern science or ancient magic, off the bed. Just to the mattress and one side, Francine's back to the wall now, legs still wrapped around him.

They could still manage this on their sides! Hopefully!

Merlin only paused for a moment before driving forward again, leaning closer still for a kiss. "Francine..."

Okay, so lesson number one to take away from this experience would be 'Against the wall is fine but don't throw your head back, dumabass.' Oh well. Francine heard little birds flying around her most days anyway.

"Mmm-hmm." Lesson number two, though, was much better, and consisted of the word leverage and Francine pushing off against the wall to slam against him.

Merlin groaned, panting against the new bruise on her neck. "God--Francine," He managed, thrusting forward again a little harder.

The rhythm was wrong there, just for a second, leaving her flat against the wall when he thrust into her, instead of coming to him, but wrong was right in that case because it meant he rubbed against her when they came together and, "oh my God THAT. That that that."

"Uh-huh," Merlin agreed dumbly. "Just do---that again."

Even if he wasn't quite able to come up with a normal rhythm at all right now.

Francine didn't need a lot of encouragement to do that again, because it felt goddamn wonderful when there was pressure there and she rubbed against him like that and askjdhhkjhkljh;aisuidga;suh98y[8y;oij. Like that. "Uh-huh, uh-huh, yeah, that yeah." So eloquent.

If Merlin knew what a keysmash was, he'd be very proud of himself for accomplishing one with her there.

As it was, he was just dealing with some bits of sheer bliss when she did that. So, he pushed her against the wall more firmly, trying to have that happen more than just occasionally.

Like that. That was perfect, feeling held like she wasn't going to slide away or fall or hell, fly off somewhere up near the ceiling. Francine pushed against him again, one arm clutching his shoulders, the other sliding down his back to grab his she really didn't care how bony as long as she could get a grip and yank closer ass. And again. With or without English spelling. And again.

Merlin gasped again, pressing against her hard enough to probably alert their neighbors to exactly what they were doing right now.

Any other week this would be cause for flailing, but right now, it was just a wee footnote at the end of his mind. "Francine--I--I'm--"

Not wearing pants, which was just one of the many improvements from the last time she'd heard him make sounds like that? Also, aware enough to tell her, which made Francine do that thing again against him, faster and faster, the one that made her feel like she bit on a live wire and that spot right there was directly connected, current shooting straight through her body.

Merlin tensed for a moment, holding onto her tightly as he came. No noise except perhaps for the thumping in his ears and the faint sound of things being moved about the room as he completely forgot himself.

The lights grew brighter and brighter until they all managed to fizzle on out.

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.

Merlin panted, resting his face against her neck. "I--wow."

Very wow.

Francine couldn't breathe for a moment, and then she didn't really want to because she just felt so good all over that lying there for a couple hundred years just like they were seemed like an awesome idea.

And then, you know, oxygen entered her brain and she realized that she could do all that and still not suffocate, so yay. "The lights are out." See how powers of observation improve with respiration?

"Whazza?" Merlin asked, blinking as he realized that the lights were indeed out. Huh.

"I didn't do it!" This... was apparently important to tell him despite the fact that she'd been attached to him the whole time and she didn't have any magic powers.

Shhh. Logic there.

Merlin pulled away from here and... stared down at himself. "Um."

"Mmmhhhm. What?" Mmm, afterglow. Opening her eyes again seemed like a bit of an effort.

"...is it supposed to glow?"

Oh right, The Book. "It's not literal afterglow, hon." Oh, she should so open her eyes.

"I think it's rather literal now..."

...Okay,that did it. She pushed herself up tiredly on one elbow and looked.

And stared.

And then broke up into incoherent wheezing.

Edited 2009-06-08 03:01 (UTC)

"What?!" He was very concerned right now!

Room 407, Thursday Night

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