thatsamilkshake | Room 407, Thursday Night

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...

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.

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