I think we have covered that I am just not a witty person.
Title: Two Left Feet.
Pairing(s): Arthur/Merlin.
Warnings: Uhm. Kissing?
Spoiler(s): Nope.
Word count: 137.
Rating: PG.
Summary: Arthur teaches Merlin how to dance.
Author's Notes: I should actually be writing a fic for a gift for someone's birthday. Instead, I was listening to Break Even by The Script and ended up writing angst. I am a bad person, I know. After that, I ended up writing this. Gah. And then I went and wrote this. I am going to Fangirl Hell. xD
Merlin was bonier than Arthur expected. Sharper. He had known that his manservant was skinny, but this was ridiculous.
If it weren’t for the fact that the idiot would embarrass both of them if Arthur didn’t do this, he never would have bothered. But royalty were visiting and everyone would have to dance and Merlin was truly as awful as he said - he kept stepping on Arthur’s feet.
Their bodies were close and Arthur could feel the heat radiating from his manservant’s body. Why had he never noticed how plump Merlin’s lips were before now? And how red?
Without thinking, he leant forward and captured Merlin’s lips with his own. With a startled gasp, Merlin’s arms were around his neck, tight, refusing to let him go away.
It was pointless, really - Arthur wasn’t going anywhere.