Title: Love is When you want to kiss and you get bit
Fandom: Merlin
Pairing: Gwaine / Leon - with some reference Arthur / Merlin
Rating: PG-13 Warning
: slash, that has written the notes on the phone at a construction site
Number of words: 1087
Summary: Missing the moment 3x13. That is the reaction of Gwaine arrival of Sir Leon and Gwen in the forest.
Disclaimer: None of the characters or places mentioned belong to me. They belong to the BBC, and before that to the legend, so I'm just playing it a bit '.
Notes: Written for the prompt 'Love ' of
They are close, awfully close . Gwaine hears footsteps crunching on the forest floor, and holds the hilt of his sword stronger. They will also be immortal, but nothing prevents him from passing a wire groped by the sword a few times, just to be sure.
Arthur waits a beat, another, and then out of their hiding place in a blink, he was directed to the figure for peeping. Gwaine wastes no time in following him, and remains of stone. The Prince has close arms Geneva, dressed for battle, terrified but intact, and looks as if it came from another world. He feels it and exclaim Geneva hurry to embrace, without squeezing more aggression, but now his focus is no longer the prince, but the figure in armor behind the girl.
Leon. Leon, with sword in hand, his hair disheveled and breathing heavily for the race that he and Gwen must have been made by Camelot. Who had the same eyes of that one wild, crazy time in her room.
Leon believed that it would no longer seen alive. Cross
blue eyes with her for a moment, then looks away, Arthur, Merlin, Gwen, the trees. A Gwaine is almost laughable: they are in the middle of a war, renegades, driven in seven against an army of immortal warriors, and he starts doing the precious. He understands, first, because Arthur is less than one meter and does not believe that Leon has all this desire to let him know nothing about his private life, or maybe just Gwaine in general. Or perhaps just does not care about, it probably was not even worried that it might be dead or something, probably had labeled what had happened between them as a deviation, something that happened but could not get in the middle of his duty as a knight - it is quite haunted, they say Gwaine, the cod.
It 's more or less at that moment that he realizes that he too was in contact with Merlin at the time, and that he turned into a complex with sentimentalone from porn. He had to give us a break.
From another look at Leon, still standing behind Gwen as a bodyguard, watching her and Arthur exchange fuss - Merlin them is glaring, and one day far Gwaine find the time to tell him everything Arthur confessed that the first few days - and decides to take matters by the horns. Arthur or Arthur, about to die, damn it!
"Oh, hell."
of a sudden plant to the ground the sword, and march resolutely towards Leon, widening his eyes as if to tell what the hell do you stop please stop . But Gwaine has never been a particularly willing to listen to people, so throws her arms around the neck of dried cod, and tightens, putting a little 'more energy than the ordinary, to show what Morgana exactly feared that he had done in the public square. Leon remained petrified, with his arms at his sides, but Gwaine feels, under the hands of cooked and cold, his back gradually become less tense, and the time after a clash with the sword falls on the carpet of crushed leaves and long arms of the knight are closing in, suffocating almost. It is not a bad feeling. There is something in the way the brown beard Leon touches her cheek or hug them for real that must bend a bit ', which seems much more true of many things that happened in the life of Gwaine. Let the smooth movement of the chest of the other the tempo for a bit ', just the amount needed to be cooked from the heat that seems cold and distant from him in Leon is hot, then with a final close at the base of the neck away, feeling embarrassed that puts vaguely uneasy. Womanizer - and more - lived and known, and you put in difficulty by a knight prissy and boring.
In any case, it becomes impossible to start thinking about what fate might be a bastard freshman, because Leon did not even have time to get away from it completely. Lowers his head, and kissed him right on his lips. And not a chaste kiss, a second, a desperate kiss, two people who have almost total certainty to have that much time left, if things go wrong. Gwaine smiles inside, and if he does not say it twice. Sink rough hands through his hair soft and cloudy Leon, and responds with enthusiasm, pulling himself up to hurt him, snatching an annoyed grunt.
"I thought I preferred a more discreet," she murmured with a grin on his lips, earning a bite and a smile - of if they were one of my favorite things about this particular human being -
"We are die, probably. I can give some Sgarro, "and eat the smile genuinely happy to Gwaine kissing him again, pulling himself with his arms tied to life, until it stays balanced on the tip of the boots.
also continued late into the night, if a series of chuckled not distract them, making them turn. Ah, right. The others were still there. The chuckle comes
clearly by Merlin and Gwen, his hands over his mouth in a failed attempt to hold back. Arthur is still as they left, or expression to the face that would make them burst out laughing if they were vaguely embarrassed. "Oh. Well ... " is the only thing he says, still staring at them, which seems to drop Merlin and Gwen in another attack of laughter.
"We've been found!" The cry of Elyan startles them all, and seems to collect Arthur, who struck gasps and clears his throat, "We have to move, there will be on him in no time at all," then Merlin takes her wrist and pulls him toward the side opposite from where he came Elyan, who meanwhile looks at them with a mixture of surprise and satisfaction that cries yes, you're still too close and yes, I had noticed, then taken back to Arthur. What they should do them too, if you do not want to be found and probably massacred by soldiers immortal. But before Gwaine must ensure one thing: stopping in mid-step, take Leon's shoulder and, leaning as much as missing, whispers in his ear, picking up clumps of hair with the breath "As soon as we come out alive from this story, this discussion should continue. "
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