thatsamilkshake | Room 407, Thursday Night

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.

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

"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.

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

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.

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

HIS BITS MAY NEVER RECOVER.

"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.

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

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

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.

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.

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?"

"......." 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."

"...it's not?"

"..." 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.

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

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."

He couldn't help himself! It was there!

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

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