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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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"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."

Stopping right now would very possibly cause her not-so-serious threat of not that long ago to be Very Serious Indeed, so if he didn't want to die, this was a good plan to have.

Francine still clutched Merlin's shoulder with one hand, but the other slid up his neck to rest on the back of his head, fingers scrabbling and lost in his hair.

Merlin turned his head slightly into the touch. Why on earth they hadn't done this before was a mystery to him now. It was bloody brilliant.

Faster also seemed to be right up there with the brilliant ideas, you know.

"You. Are. The. Smartest. EVer." Please no one have wiretapped the room and if they did, never ever ever play that back for Francine.

"I am?" Merlin asked, a touch out of breath as he tried to find a little purchase against the bed spread because ohdeargodnotenough.

"Yuh-huh." Oh God, don't ask her what she was saying yes to. Like Francine could remember what she said five seconds ago. She just knew faster was better because every third thrust or so was actually hitting someplace that was good for her too. So, you know. More of that.

They could try something else next time! Well, they would if Merlin knew about that. But right now, he was far to involved in this.

He kissed her collar bone messily, not fully aware of anything save for what was going one below his waist. It took a moment, but he managed to drag one hand away from her hip to cup one breast.

Even better. Though if he moved it a little to the left... Maybe she could spontaneously develop telepathy and tell him without having to say it? Aww, screw it, Francine just grabbed for his hand and moved it herself. There. Where there were actual nerve endings and stuff.

That worked perfectly for them! "God--" He choked out, rubbing his thumb over her nipple.

Contrary to the opinion of one Frederick Femur, Francine's breasts were not in fact divine entities, but she'd take the compliment for what it was: nonsense that being with her had driven Merlin to, which was kind of nice, though not as nice as the -- "God..." she agreed -- thing he was doing with his thumb.

He most certainly could keep that up if she kept reacting like that. It was a good incentive plan there.

And, for the fact that it was him, it may be surprising that he was able to multi-task between that and still moving his hips. Though that may be because he couldn't stop if he bloody well tried.

What if she said "Merlin" in that voice, not the growl she stole from parties not to be thought of but just the soft Southern thing? With a great big pause for a gasp of breath between syllables because it was such a hugely long...name. would that work?

It would! Oh, dear god, it would.

Merlin moved his thumb again, a circle all around it idly as he leaned down to pant encouragements that weren't even in English against her collar bone.

"Whzzzht," was about all she was able to come out with at that; it was trying for What's that but lack of air and not really caring what he'd said as long as he didn't stop doing everything he was doing made it just a sort of buzzing sigh as she arched her back a little and tried lifting up her hips to meet his.

Merlin moaned loudly, interrupting whatever it was he was muttering at that. He let go of her breast and put that hand on the small of her back to help Francine sit up. "I--please--"

Up meant closer. Meant the angle changed, meant her legs had to shift, meant, "Jesus wept!" and somewhere Marie Peters frowned and didn't know why. "What? Please what?"

"That," Merlin managed. "That---" Sitting back on his heels, Merlin groaned as this was much, much more... more. Okay, so he was failing at words, but there was something to be said about gravity.

That to Francine, it seemed to be more like a guideline than a law, at this point? Or that when Francine flexed her knees a little to kneel up, and then pressed down against him again, it was suddenly her Best. Friend, Ever?

Well, second best friend.

God help them if they were shown any other positions. It would end in broken limbs or noses. Again.

But this.. this was perfect for Merlin. He pulled her closer, kissing her jaw in a horribly distracted attempt to reach her lips.

She'd probably try to laugh and break someone's rib if Francine realized he wasn't aiming for her jaw in the first place, but she didn't and so it was just one more heated touch on skin already in sensory overload, and she looked on it and found it good.

Except the looking part, that was figurative, since she ended up tossing her head back to give him better access to...wherever he felt like kissing.

Well. Since she was offering. Merlin picked a spot low on her neck, sucking on the skin there in some odd attempt at marking her.

But that was still less important than his hands on her hips again, helping her up and then back down.

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