Luna suspected the changing in lighting was for her, and she was grateful but said nothing. Instead she smiled at him and slipped out of her shirt so she was in nothing but her lilac lingerie. βNow,β she said to him, her hands working to undo his trousers as she looked up at him, βwhat sort of filthy desires have you been considering for tonight?β
βI was thinking about fucking you against a bookshelf, does that work for you?β Merlin asked, as if discussing a change in the weather. He very much wanted her hand on his cock, and quite soon would be lovely.
He could see the scars through her tattoos, like valleys dragged by ancient glaciers cutting through the landscape, and he wanted to caress them and show her he didnβt mind them, but maybe not immediately. Maybe later, when they were curled naked in his bed, she might allow herself a little vulnerability.
Luna slipped her deft hand into the front of his pants, wrapping her fingers around him. βI would love for you to fuck me against a bookshelf,β she purred, moving her hand slowly. Honestly, she probably would have said she loved whatever thing heβd had in mind. Fucking Merlin was rarely a trial.