"Wait!" Gwaine exclaims, freezing in the middle of the corridor.
"What?" Merlin asks, a little nervously, praying that Gwaine isn't about to be sick all over their feet.
Gwaine points up dramatically. "Look," he says with the tone of someone who's made a great discovery.
"Oh, the mistletoe," Merlin replies, following the pointing finger to the sprig of mistletoe dangling from a hook in the ceiling. "I helped put it up through the castle a couple of days ago."
"You know the important thing about mistletoe?" Gwaine asks
"It withers and loses leaves and you keep having to sweep them away or some prince will complain and toss boots at you?" Merlin replies with a smirk. It was funny how Arthur had been upset about the mistletoe, but maybe he had a reason to be since he had to walk around the castle arm in arm with the visiting lady all day.
At the time, Merlin had smirked and told Arthur he'd just have to hope that his lady didn't know about the tradition.
"Don't you know about the tradition?" Gwaine asks.
"Yeah, if a couple passes under the mistletoe they have to kiss," Merlin replies without thinking, still distracted by his memories.
He gets no warning at all before Gwaine pulls him down to press their lips together. There's a moment in which Merlin is flailing and almost falling to the floor, but Gwaine wraps his arms around Merlin's waist to steady him.
Merlin opens his mouth to ask him what he's doing and in hindsight this is a poor move since it means that now his mouth is open and Gwaine is quick to take advantage of that.
Merlin's brain is torn between 'Gwaine has got his tongue down your throat!' and 'This is actually very, very good' and 'Maybe if I'm lucky I won't remember this in the morning'.
At some point he closes his eyes and fists his hand in the front of Gwaine's coat. He smells like wine and spices and probably shouldn't feel so good as it does.
When Merlin draws back it's reluctantly, more because he needs to breathe than because he wanted to stop.
"What was that?" Merlin manages to ask as soon as he regains control of his voice.
Gwaine smirks at him. "A kiss?" he supplies helpfully. Merlin can't figure out if he's too drunk to care or too used to kissing friends. With tongue. In dark corridors. While holding them in his arms, and it's around this point that Merlin realizes that Gwaine's hands are sliding down his back to cup his arse.
His breath catches in his throat and he leans into Gwaine before remembering himself. "Stop," he says, pushing the other man away. "We can't do this."
"Do what?" Gwaine asks, reluctantly breaking away from him. "We aren't doing anything. I liked it better when we were kissing," he adds wistfully.
Merlin is privately inclined to agree. "That was just because of the mistletoe," he says instead.
Gwaine considers this. "What if we brought the mistletoe back to my room?" he suggests.
It's such an outrageous idea that Merlin is sure Gwaine can see him blush even in the flimsy half-light of the corridor. But Gwaine is looking at him with his dark eyes, almost holding his breath.
If this is a bad idea, it might be the best bad idea that Merlin has ever had. "Yeah," he says. He steps forward and plants another soft kiss on Gwaine's lips. "Yeah, that might just work."
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Re: Gwaine/Merlin
Date: 2010-12-30 01:55 am (UTC)"What?" Merlin asks, a little nervously, praying that Gwaine isn't about to be sick all over their feet.
Gwaine points up dramatically. "Look," he says with the tone of someone who's made a great discovery.
"Oh, the mistletoe," Merlin replies, following the pointing finger to the sprig of mistletoe dangling from a hook in the ceiling. "I helped put it up through the castle a couple of days ago."
"You know the important thing about mistletoe?" Gwaine asks
"It withers and loses leaves and you keep having to sweep them away or some prince will complain and toss boots at you?" Merlin replies with a smirk. It was funny how Arthur had been upset about the mistletoe, but maybe he had a reason to be since he had to walk around the castle arm in arm with the visiting lady all day.
At the time, Merlin had smirked and told Arthur he'd just have to hope that his lady didn't know about the tradition.
"Don't you know about the tradition?" Gwaine asks.
"Yeah, if a couple passes under the mistletoe they have to kiss," Merlin replies without thinking, still distracted by his memories.
He gets no warning at all before Gwaine pulls him down to press their lips together. There's a moment in which Merlin is flailing and almost falling to the floor, but Gwaine wraps his arms around Merlin's waist to steady him.
Merlin opens his mouth to ask him what he's doing and in hindsight this is a poor move since it means that now his mouth is open and Gwaine is quick to take advantage of that.
Merlin's brain is torn between 'Gwaine has got his tongue down your throat!' and 'This is actually very, very good' and 'Maybe if I'm lucky I won't remember this in the morning'.
At some point he closes his eyes and fists his hand in the front of Gwaine's coat. He smells like wine and spices and probably shouldn't feel so good as it does.
When Merlin draws back it's reluctantly, more because he needs to breathe than because he wanted to stop.
"What was that?" Merlin manages to ask as soon as he regains control of his voice.
Gwaine smirks at him. "A kiss?" he supplies helpfully. Merlin can't figure out if he's too drunk to care or too used to kissing friends. With tongue. In dark corridors. While holding them in his arms, and it's around this point that Merlin realizes that Gwaine's hands are sliding down his back to cup his arse.
His breath catches in his throat and he leans into Gwaine before remembering himself. "Stop," he says, pushing the other man away. "We can't do this."
"Do what?" Gwaine asks, reluctantly breaking away from him. "We aren't doing anything. I liked it better when we were kissing," he adds wistfully.
Merlin is privately inclined to agree. "That was just because of the mistletoe," he says instead.
Gwaine considers this. "What if we brought the mistletoe back to my room?" he suggests.
It's such an outrageous idea that Merlin is sure Gwaine can see him blush even in the flimsy half-light of the corridor. But Gwaine is looking at him with his dark eyes, almost holding his breath.
If this is a bad idea, it might be the best bad idea that Merlin has ever had. "Yeah," he says. He steps forward and plants another soft kiss on Gwaine's lips. "Yeah, that might just work."