falter
she's flustered, and not because of the weather, but because two minutes ago, he had her pinned to the wall with his lips on her neck, whispering stolen words into her skin.
lucy griffiths/jonas armstrong.
for
skeeta. and all my other sad little fangirls.
thanks to
bertiebob for the vague handholding/molly coddling.
spoilers for the robin hood finale.
(posted on jonas armstrong's birthday. coincidence? i think not.)