Shocks of pleasure went down my spine and to my core, feeling him kiss me behind my ear, then bite down softly. Happy that he wasn't resisting my advances, I climbed onto his lap, placing a hand on his shoulder and my other on his stubbled cheek.Īs I pulled back to breathe, I moaned lowly while he only leaned forward, pressing his now pink lips to my bare neck. His hands slid to my hips, pulling me to rest on his lap, kissing me back with a muffled groan. My heart was beating rapidly, eyes opened and looking into Mercer's shocked expression. "(Y/N)–" Pressing my hands to his warm thighs, I leaned forward, pressing my lips against his. He heard me, turning in his chair to gaze upon me with a blank expression. Mustering up my courage, I stepped over to the older man. Taking a deep breath to calm myself, I looked over my cut, deciding that it will be fine for a couple of minutes. I watched as he picked up the chair and sat down at his desk, continuing to write and ponder letters. "Saves you from going to the doctor." He said, turning away and leaving me standing like a blushing maiden. Ignoring the small beads of blood that still dripped out, I brought my arm closer to myself, face hot with a blush. "M-Mercer?" I stuttered, blinking rapidly as he took my finger out his warm and inviting mouth. My face heated up until my wide eyes darted to gaze into Mercer's serious face. Wait when did he untie the bonds?Ī wet and warm mouth soon engulfed my wounded finger, a soft, yet coarse texture lapped up the blood. There was none, but I gasped heavily as he pulled my arm closer to him. "Is it bad?" I questioned, waiting for a snarky remark. He hummed, turning my hand around to inspect the stinging cut. Letting a sigh pass through my lips, I spread out my hand and brought it towards him, looking away as he grasped my hand. "Show me it." He instructed, looking down at my curled fist. "If you're going to lie to me, do it properly." He stated, tilting his head when I looked down with a sad frown. cheering at how good the my throw was!" I chuckled, hoping for once he could believe my lie. "What have you done." Mercer's protective and serious tone kicked in and I was a little frightened. " Shit!" I yelped as I caught the wrong end. "Oh I know, but I could hurt you." I smiled and did a little flip with the dagger.
"And what are you going to do with that butter knife? You wouldn't kill me." He smirked, eying me a challenge.
"Are you really that childish and insecure that you have to force me into these situations?" "I haven't, I just haven't needed to talk to you thats all." He responded. "Mercer, why are you avoiding me?" I had one hand on his shoulder the the other held a dagger to his throat. So that is why he was currently strapped to his desk chair, in the centre of the Cistern, at 2 a.m. We had returned two days ago from the dragon attack, and Mercer hadn't talked to me at all. This was requested they requested a good smutty Mercer.
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