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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.

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Merlin nodded very very quickly, hands back on her thighs and pulling Francine forward to attempt that lap thing again. And then he mentally prayed this wouldn't end in anything being broken. "Don't---talk like that."

He was having enough trouble as it was!

That lap thing. Yes. No, that required emphasis. Yes. Also it required arms around his shoulders for balance or she'd knock them both off the bed. Tall people. Healthy girl. Twin bed. "Don't... say please?"

"No, that..." He made a very strained face. "That voice," Merlin said, looking down almost dumbly, hands on her hips to guide her into place.

Or something.

Into place was... well, she managed closer. "What voice?" That one.

And Merlin managed... a bit of wriggling beneath her. "The growly one?"

"Uhnnnh." Well, that wasn't a growl. It was a little oh, wow and a little frustration because she wasn't quite getting this right, and a little, well. Uhnnnh.

It was maddeningly close. Merlin made a frustrated noise and pushed her shoulders back to have her lay on the bed. "Let me-- just--"

"Uh-huh." Back was good. Back made it seem like she wouldn't have to figure out what to do next, which made it the Best Move Ever. "Uh-huh."

Merlin put his hands back on her thighs, biting his lip as he tried to remember the book and--oh god he couldn't recall a damned thing. Ohgodohgod.

"Hold on--just---" He took a deep breath and himself in hand and went with instinct and what he did recall.

"Holding--" Oh. Oh. The on was swallowed by a deeper and louder breath than his, but if the hands grasping his shoulders didn't make the point, the long legs wrapping around him should.

Oh did not even begin to cover it. Not by a long shot.

Merlin slowly--for him at least--leaned forward against--into ohgod--her. He was trying to remember how to breathe for a moment here. It was more difficult than thought.

Francine didn't have any trouble remembering how, didn't have any choice about it, but it stuck in her throat as a squeak when against became into became against again, and her slitted eyes flew open wide.

And there he learned to breathe again! Harsh pants as he tried to still his hips. "Are--are you alright?"

"Uh...huh." That wasn't a growl, at least. Shallow breaths don't give you much purchase for that kind of thing. "Don't. Um." No, no, no, they were not stalling out here. "Don'tstop."

"Don't stop," Merlin repeated dumbly, closing his eyes and pressing a kiss against her cheek before not so much rocking his hips forward as just moving them slightly to-- something.

He wasn't sure. Just that he couldn't bloody think right now.

Not. Stalling. Out. Here. And it was making her crazy, that almost almost almost, nudging the edge of hurting but not there and if she never got there they couldn't get past it.

"PLEASE." And she reached up to yank him closer. Yank him, in fact, there.

Look, God gave him those ears for a reason, okay?

Merlin stared at her for a moment, wondering why his ears hurt so much before he realized why he was suddenly so very close.

"Um."

He bit his lip and held onto her hips, pulling her closer to meet him in response.

Okay, yeah, now she forgot how to breathe and also OW, but she could bite down on that and remember, if she ducked her head and buried her face against his chest for a moment. And a couple of tries later, she remembered air and the ow wasn't in capital letters anymore. It was barely even in italics.

"Okay. M'okay."

Merlin nodded, not quite trusting himself to speak. Because words led to flailing and right now, all he could manage was a moan through clenched teeth.

"Tell me--when."

Which hit her someplace besides where everything had been hitting Francine for the last few days, and made her want to - not stop, dear God not stop, but remember for later that she really needed to kiss him a lot. Another couple of breaths, then, and the last one just to have some force behind, "Now. Now's good."

"Okay," He squeaked, pulling back just enough before thrusting right back in, hands firmly on her hips. "Okayokayokay."

Okay. Okay was... okay. Yes. Working its way back to good, with a detour through weird because there was heat between her legs which was not so new, and then there was that which was not just heat and not part of her, and that was brand freaking new. "'kay," she echoed. "Yes," with her fingers pressing into his arms so hard they creaked.

New was good! New was very, very very good if you asked Merlin. Though, maybe you should wait until after. His mind wasn't quite there.

"Uh-huh," He agreed, not quite sure what he was agreeing to as he did that again.

Oh God, that. Which just enough different from the that before to be right. Francine wasn't sure what she was agreeing to either, when she said... well, moaned, "Yeah..." and tightened her legs around him, but whatever it was, though, she agreed with it a lot. Several times.

Merlin rested his forehead on her chest, panting as he moved again. And then again. Stopping didn't quite seem to be in the plans tonight. Not when they were finally here.

"Mmhmm."

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