Room 407, Friday Evening

[bigdamndestiny]

Having promised to make up for the slanderous talk of Francine's cookies, Merlin had tried to set up something romantic for her and him up in his proper room.

It had... mixed results.

He had managed to get candle wax in his only mentioned in one post beard. And had been forced to shave it. He hoped that wouldn't make her upset.

Right now, all he managed in the way of romance was a few candles, a movie he was almost certain was not pornography and some burgers from that Mooby's place. He was getting good at this romance thing if he did say so himself!

[[For the giiiirlfriend]]

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[thatsamilkshake]

Well, it's preferable to squeaking like a girl!

Or at least she gave him the opportunity to compare, when his hand moved over her stomach. Half ticklish, half...not, but she didn't have a word for it. "You gotta play fair," she said with far too little breath. "I don't know what you like either."

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Merlin made a very frightened face at having to say these things. To a woman.

"I--um--like the touching."

[thatsamilkshake]

Right, because he'd totally say them to a prince man.

Francine twisted around a bit to look at him. "Well, that narrows it down," she said, lifting her fingers to slide them along the edge of his smooth-again jaw.

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

He wouldn't do it with a prince man! That weekend was a complete and utter fluke!

If you ignore the bit with Will. But that was when he was young still!

"Um. Touching you and you touching me is rather nice," He ventured, trying not to turn red.

[thatsamilkshake]

FAIL.

"You're cute when you turn colors," she said, since pointing out that he wasn't getting better at the narrowing down would be mean, and it kind of turns me on when you manage to find words to say something like that was SO very out of the question.

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That got him to laugh instead of being more awkward than anyone really ought to be. "Thank you, Francine," He said, nodding seriously before leaning forward for another kiss.

"I like--" Oh gods was this embarrassing still. "--um." He bit the bullet finally and reached over to cup one of her breasts.

There. He did that without any sort of redness.

[thatsamilkshake]

"Oh..." Well, good for him. Glad he managed it. "I uh. That too. Though..." Dead. She was going to die. "If you, um. Move your thumb?"

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

"Oh." Merlin blinked owlishly at her for a moment. He could manage that! He could--stare at her for a moment before doing just that. Because she asked.

And he was a teenage boy, damn it. Magic be damned.

[thatsamilkshake]

It was a good thing she was thoroughly distracted by that, to the point where her eyes were closed and she didn't see the blinking, or she might have laughed and that would have been bad. "Mm-hmm. Ohh." It was more an involuntary expression of opinion than anything conscious and meant to be helpful.

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

Noises were... "I like that too," Merlin said quickly. He leaned forward to kiss her again, his other hand going a bit exploratory along her side now.

[thatsamilkshake]

Hands! Right! Those were. Hey, I HAVE those!

Look, she sometimes got distracted. In this case, by other people's hands. But her own found their way to Merlin's shoulders, then one slid across the back of his neck.

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

Hands were always good to remember!

Merlin only remembered his because one of them was touching her breast. Yes, the italics were needed. Leaned forward unconsciously to deepen the kiss, he moved the hand on her side up to thread through her hair.

[thatsamilkshake]

Don't say it don't say it don't say it don't say-- "Ow." Or maybe it was just a squeak that gave the same impression as ow, since hi, currently being kissed, limited ability to enunciate.

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

And look at that championship flail to stop touching anything that may have caused that. "Sorry!"

[thatsamilkshake]

"Sorry sorry sorry!" Oh God, don't let them start that again. Francine reached up to her hair, wincing. "Sorry. Tangle. That's all. It pulled." She combed her fingers through and fixed the snarl.

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

"Oh." Merlin winced and made a note not to touch the hair. He shifted on the bed, trying to make sure he still had a bit of blood flow in his legs. "Should I--?"

[thatsamilkshake]

"No, no, it's..." Awesome. Waaaaaay to break the mood, Francine. "It's okay. Just uh. Hazards of long hair."

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

"I wouldn't know," Merlin remarked with a small grin.

[thatsamilkshake]

She eyed him as if picturing it. Or as if wondering whether she could convince him to try it, like she sort of had the beard. "Hmmm..."

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

"You've got enough for us both," Merlin assured her, leaning in for a kiss that did not involve any hair pulling.

[thatsamilkshake]

"True enough." It was even more or less the same color.

Arthur, never ever tell them your Separated At Birth theory. Ever.

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It would end in flailing and a lot of brushing of teeth.

At least not unless someone mentioned the fact that Arthur and Katchoo were eerily similar.

"I like this," He informed her soundly. Resting his forehead against Francine's, Merlin was very careful about not moving too suddenly. No one wanted a broken nose here.

[thatsamilkshake]

"Me too," said Francine, putting one arm around him again, and not telling him he was cutting off the circulation in the other. On a scale of them to normal people, this was practically perfect.