78. | i know you know that i love you
78.
i know you know that i love you
all around the room, and i dream all night to touch you
girl!merlin/girl!arthur (986 words)
WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT. oh this is porn.
"oh my god," merlin gasps, "oh god oh god--"
arthur lifts her head up and tries not to look too pleased -- she aims for haughty and exasperated. "look, merlin, of the two of us you're the only one who's come, so if you could hold back on the theatrics just a little--"
"shut up," merlin practically snarls, shifting her hips up in an attempt to get arthur closer to them again. "it's not my fault you jumped me while i was cleaning your fireplace." her skin gleams with sweat and she's gorgeous and perfect and arthur only said that because she loves the embarrassed flush that covers merlin's cheeks when she's called out on her loudness.
"isn't it?" arthur asks, trailing a finger over merlin's hip and ignoring the soft whimpering sounds she makes. "you were cleaning it in your shift."
"it's hot!" merlin protests and then chokes a bit because arthur slips a finger into her and just holds it there. "you're a bitch," merlin hisses. her fingernails scrabble at arthur's shoulders, and she revels in the scratches, arches into them a little because arthur loves, loves the marks merlin leaves on her.
"i'm a bitch who's going to make you come so hard you won't be able to speak for ten minutes," arthur predicts (somewhat correctly, it's more like five minutes), and dips her head down to join her mouth to where her finger is now slowly moving in and out and in and out -- merlin cries out once, a long wavering sound that sends sparks flying down arthur's spine and she only resists touching herself because her hands are otherwise occupied on merlin's body.
merlin's eyes always become a blue so dark it's almost black right before she comes -- it's strange and arousing all at once, which pretty much describes merlin perfectly, and arthur licks once, twice, and there, her eyes flash once and then fade to blueblack, and she convulses below arthur's hands and mouth and keens out this gorgeous, broken sound. arthur spends the moments where merlin's body lays twitching beneath her licking her fingers leisurely, watching merlin's mouth tremble around words she can't get out.
"arthur," merlin finally manages. "you--"
arthur swoops down and kisses her, keeping it sweet for a moment, just a press of mouths, and then slipping her tongue into merlin's mouth and dragging it over the roof of her mouth. merlin shudders and digs her hands into arthur's hair, falling in a golden shower over her shoulders; her hips shift subtly and then her eyes flash gold and they've been flipped, arthur settling between merlin's spread thighs and her hands tangled in merlin's hair. their entire bodies have swapped positions, and arthur settles back into her skin and then glares at merlin, who's sucking a kiss onto her collarbone and smiling.
"merlin, what did i say--" arthur begins hotly, and merlin's smile widens before she murmurs something softly, her syllables hissing out and arthur's whole body goes hot, her back arching into the air while her shoulders press down onto her pillows, heels digging into the sheets to keep from sliding. "fucking hell."
"were you about to tell me not to do magic?" merlin asks cheekily. "i can stop--"
"i will kill you," arthur promises shakily, hips pumping into the air while merlin's hands ghost over her body. "i will have you put in the stocks until your head becomes a rotten vegetable and you die oh fuck, yes, there--" merlin speaks softly again and the feeling increases, speeds up, gets bigger and warmer and she doesn't, she can't, arthur doesn't know how to handle something so brilliantly perfect.
(she never knows how to handle merlin, but merlin seems to understand her anyway.)
"merlin, merlin, i--" her throat seizes up but merlin's kissing her anyway, so it really doesn't matter what she was going to say. everything in her goes hot and bright and she bites her lip to keep from making too much sound, but little gasps escape anyway. her back unbends and she collapses into the sheets with merlin kissing softly down her neck and laughing quietly. "oh, shut it, you," she says, trying not to sound too fond. "you cheat."
"you weren't complaining," merlin points out. "in fact, you were threatening to turn my head into a vegetable, which makes quite a lot of sense, by the way, if i stopped." merlin lifts her head to beam at arthur and arthur can't help but draw her into a kiss, biting her lip as a sort of reprimand. merlin really is the worst maidservant in the world.
"be that as it may," arthur says, trying to sound haughty and not out of breath still, "i am simply better at sex than you. it's quite alright, i understand not being able to reach my level of--"
"are you trying to bait me into having more sex with you?" merlin asks abruptly, and arthur stops playing with strands of merlin's hair to look up at her with her best expression of confusion. "oh ho," merlin continues, "the innocent face. you are quite transparent, your highness."
"and you are leaving a challenge unanswered, maid," arthur retorts, sliding her hands down the slope of merlin's spine and brushing her fingertips over the backs of her thighs. merlin's muscles tense up and she unconsciously rocks her hips down into arthur's. warmth begins to unfurl in arthur's stomach and she grins. "want to see if i can make you scream again?"
merlin's mouth firms into a determined smirk. "you can try, princess."
arthur pretends to consider this and then pushes up against merlin, turning her over while merlin squeaks. arthur settles back into her place on top and leans down until she's nose-to-nose with merlin, staring into her eyes and watching them go half-lidded. "better hold onto something," she advises, and moves her head down merlin's body.
i know you know that i love you
all around the room, and i dream all night to touch you
girl!merlin/girl!arthur (986 words)
WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT. oh this is porn.
"oh my god," merlin gasps, "oh god oh god--"
arthur lifts her head up and tries not to look too pleased -- she aims for haughty and exasperated. "look, merlin, of the two of us you're the only one who's come, so if you could hold back on the theatrics just a little--"
"shut up," merlin practically snarls, shifting her hips up in an attempt to get arthur closer to them again. "it's not my fault you jumped me while i was cleaning your fireplace." her skin gleams with sweat and she's gorgeous and perfect and arthur only said that because she loves the embarrassed flush that covers merlin's cheeks when she's called out on her loudness.
"isn't it?" arthur asks, trailing a finger over merlin's hip and ignoring the soft whimpering sounds she makes. "you were cleaning it in your shift."
"it's hot!" merlin protests and then chokes a bit because arthur slips a finger into her and just holds it there. "you're a bitch," merlin hisses. her fingernails scrabble at arthur's shoulders, and she revels in the scratches, arches into them a little because arthur loves, loves the marks merlin leaves on her.
"i'm a bitch who's going to make you come so hard you won't be able to speak for ten minutes," arthur predicts (somewhat correctly, it's more like five minutes), and dips her head down to join her mouth to where her finger is now slowly moving in and out and in and out -- merlin cries out once, a long wavering sound that sends sparks flying down arthur's spine and she only resists touching herself because her hands are otherwise occupied on merlin's body.
merlin's eyes always become a blue so dark it's almost black right before she comes -- it's strange and arousing all at once, which pretty much describes merlin perfectly, and arthur licks once, twice, and there, her eyes flash once and then fade to blueblack, and she convulses below arthur's hands and mouth and keens out this gorgeous, broken sound. arthur spends the moments where merlin's body lays twitching beneath her licking her fingers leisurely, watching merlin's mouth tremble around words she can't get out.
"arthur," merlin finally manages. "you--"
arthur swoops down and kisses her, keeping it sweet for a moment, just a press of mouths, and then slipping her tongue into merlin's mouth and dragging it over the roof of her mouth. merlin shudders and digs her hands into arthur's hair, falling in a golden shower over her shoulders; her hips shift subtly and then her eyes flash gold and they've been flipped, arthur settling between merlin's spread thighs and her hands tangled in merlin's hair. their entire bodies have swapped positions, and arthur settles back into her skin and then glares at merlin, who's sucking a kiss onto her collarbone and smiling.
"merlin, what did i say--" arthur begins hotly, and merlin's smile widens before she murmurs something softly, her syllables hissing out and arthur's whole body goes hot, her back arching into the air while her shoulders press down onto her pillows, heels digging into the sheets to keep from sliding. "fucking hell."
"were you about to tell me not to do magic?" merlin asks cheekily. "i can stop--"
"i will kill you," arthur promises shakily, hips pumping into the air while merlin's hands ghost over her body. "i will have you put in the stocks until your head becomes a rotten vegetable and you die oh fuck, yes, there--" merlin speaks softly again and the feeling increases, speeds up, gets bigger and warmer and she doesn't, she can't, arthur doesn't know how to handle something so brilliantly perfect.
(she never knows how to handle merlin, but merlin seems to understand her anyway.)
"merlin, merlin, i--" her throat seizes up but merlin's kissing her anyway, so it really doesn't matter what she was going to say. everything in her goes hot and bright and she bites her lip to keep from making too much sound, but little gasps escape anyway. her back unbends and she collapses into the sheets with merlin kissing softly down her neck and laughing quietly. "oh, shut it, you," she says, trying not to sound too fond. "you cheat."
"you weren't complaining," merlin points out. "in fact, you were threatening to turn my head into a vegetable, which makes quite a lot of sense, by the way, if i stopped." merlin lifts her head to beam at arthur and arthur can't help but draw her into a kiss, biting her lip as a sort of reprimand. merlin really is the worst maidservant in the world.
"be that as it may," arthur says, trying to sound haughty and not out of breath still, "i am simply better at sex than you. it's quite alright, i understand not being able to reach my level of--"
"are you trying to bait me into having more sex with you?" merlin asks abruptly, and arthur stops playing with strands of merlin's hair to look up at her with her best expression of confusion. "oh ho," merlin continues, "the innocent face. you are quite transparent, your highness."
"and you are leaving a challenge unanswered, maid," arthur retorts, sliding her hands down the slope of merlin's spine and brushing her fingertips over the backs of her thighs. merlin's muscles tense up and she unconsciously rocks her hips down into arthur's. warmth begins to unfurl in arthur's stomach and she grins. "want to see if i can make you scream again?"
merlin's mouth firms into a determined smirk. "you can try, princess."
arthur pretends to consider this and then pushes up against merlin, turning her over while merlin squeaks. arthur settles back into her place on top and leans down until she's nose-to-nose with merlin, staring into her eyes and watching them go half-lidded. "better hold onto something," she advises, and moves her head down merlin's body.