Room 407, Friday Evening

[bigdamndestiny]

No candles, no burgers, nothing that Merlin had tried before for romance was happening tonight. That ended badly the last time to he was switching it up.

With cookies.

He even managed to get a bit of a variety pack so Francine could pick and chose what she liked best.

It was the culinary equivalent to Barry White.

[[For the boobs!]]

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[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

Reflexive things were--what were they talking about now? He was never going to get the cookie crumbs out of his bedspread at this rate.

"Francine."

[thatsamilkshake]

"Mmmhuh?" That was her name. She recognized that. Well, her middle name, but nobody except great-grandma MacDonald and her kindergarten teacher Mrs. Sneegley ever called her Helen and OH GOD SHE WAS THINKING ABOUT HER KINDERGARTEN TEACHER DURING SEX AND--- "What?"

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

...what was she asking 'what' about?

"Huh?" No, he didn't remember saying her name because other much more important things were happening there.

[thatsamilkshake]

Oh, was that the question? She decided that the answer was "Merlin..." and leaned down to kiss him again.

This was so worth the cookie crumbs they'd be brushing out of their hair for the rest of the night.