“Sorry, mate,” Merlin says, but Lancelot is already walking away. Merlin is about to follow, but Gwaine stops him.
“Leave him,” he says, uncharacteristically serious, and Merlin stays.
“How do you… oh… okay…” Arthur’s voice now, followed by Gwen’s giggle again.
“It’s okay… I’m safe…” Gwen.
All attention is on the door once again.
“What is that?” The clatter of a mop handle follows this, then a panicked silence follows for a moment.
“I don’t think anyone heard.” Arthur.
“Come here.” Gwen.
“My pleasure.”
“Hopefully not just yours.”
A masculine groan. A feminine gasp.
Quiet noises. Quiet, rhythmic noises. Quiet, rhythmic noises and heavy breathing.
“It sounds like they’re running on a treadmill,” Morgana whispers, chuckling.
“They may as well be,” Gwaine comments. “They’re working pretty hard in there.”
“Oh, Arthur… oh…”
“Shh,” Arthur attempts to quiet her, and her moans muffle slightly and their audience assumes he is kissing her to swallow her noise.
“He’s good,” Leon quietly blurts, earning him shocked looks from the others.
“Weren’t you the one saying we shouldn’t be listening?” Merlin asks, amused.
“When in Rome,” he shrugs.
“Another cliché!” Gwaine whispers triumphantly.
“Ah… oh no… oh yes…”
“She likes to talk,” Gwaine grins.
The quiet, rhythmic noises increase their speed.
More moans, soft cries. Arthur’s half-formed named, muffled by a pair of lips. Moments later, a deep grunt, then silence.
“Good man,” Gwaine nods his approval. “Make sure she gets hers.”
“Why am I not dating you?” Morgana asks him.
“Because you think he’s an overgrown child,” Percival reminds her.
“Oh yeah, that’s right,” she answers, smiling up at Leon.
Silence. The closest and keenest ears can make out the sounds of their breathing as the two clandestine lovers return to earth.
“God, you are so beautiful.”
“That was quite a Christmas gift.”
Morgana giggles now.
“It’s one that keeps on giving, you know.”
“Oh no, Arthur…” Merlin laments, but then he hears Gwen’s sweet laughter. “Okay, so she’s immune to his cheesiness. Good.”
Shuffling noises from within as they attempt to right their clothes. Their observers look at each other, silent looks of what do we do now? passing between them.
But the knob is already turning. Gwaine fixes them all in a brief smirk, raising an eyebrow and lifting his hands.
Arthur opens the door, and the five companions in the hallway burst into applause and cheering.
Arthur slams the door quickly.
“Come on, mate, can’t hide in there all night,” Gwaine goads them.
“And we’re not going anywhere, so you may as well face us,” Morgana adds.
Slowly the doorknob turns again, and Arthur’s very red face peeks out.
“You are all a bunch of twats,” he declares, coming out, Gwen emerging shyly behind him, half hiding behind his back.
“Sorry,” Merlin laughs, “but you brought this on yourselves, you know.”
“Shut up,” Arthur snaps, but there is a grin threatening to burst through. “And it’s not me you should be apologizing to.”
“Sorry, Gwen, we don’t mean to embarrass you,” Leon says, and the others echo his sentiments.
“Come on, your hair’s a mess,” Morgana steps forward to pry her away from her brother’s grasp.
Arthur holds fast, taking the briefest moment to look down at Gwen. “Your hair looks perfect,” he mutters, tilting her chin up to kiss her.
“You would think that because you caused it, Arthur,” Morgana snaps at him, succeeding in removing Gwen. Gwen sneaks one last look back at Arthur before Morgana whisks her into the ladies’.
“Well done, mate,” Gwaine says, slapping Arthur on the shoulder. Arthur shoves his head in response.
“He’s completely in love,” Merlin declares.
Yeah, I am, Arthur thinks, and a grin slides across his face. “Best Christmas party ever.”
All eyes snap back to the door now.
“Has anyone seen Gwen?” Lance asks the group loitering in the corridor.
“Shh!” they all hiss.
“What?” Lance asks, surprised at the reaction. “What the hell…?”
“Oh… yes…” Gwen’s voice answers Lance’s dangling question.
“Sorry, mate,” Merlin says, but Lancelot is already walking away. Merlin is about to follow, but Gwaine stops him.
“Leave him,” he says, uncharacteristically serious, and Merlin stays.
“How do you… oh… okay…” Arthur’s voice now, followed by Gwen’s giggle again.
“It’s okay… I’m safe…” Gwen.
All attention is on the door once again.
“What is that?” The clatter of a mop handle follows this, then a panicked silence follows for a moment.
“I don’t think anyone heard.” Arthur.
“Come here.” Gwen.
“My pleasure.”
“Hopefully not just yours.”
A masculine groan. A feminine gasp.
Quiet noises. Quiet, rhythmic noises. Quiet, rhythmic noises and heavy breathing.
“It sounds like they’re running on a treadmill,” Morgana whispers, chuckling.
“They may as well be,” Gwaine comments. “They’re working pretty hard in there.”
“Oh, Arthur… oh…”
“Shh,” Arthur attempts to quiet her, and her moans muffle slightly and their audience assumes he is kissing her to swallow her noise.
“He’s good,” Leon quietly blurts, earning him shocked looks from the others.
“Weren’t you the one saying we shouldn’t be listening?” Merlin asks, amused.
“When in Rome,” he shrugs.
“Another cliché!” Gwaine whispers triumphantly.
“Ah… oh no… oh yes…”
“She likes to talk,” Gwaine grins.
The quiet, rhythmic noises increase their speed.
More moans, soft cries. Arthur’s half-formed named, muffled by a pair of lips. Moments later, a deep grunt, then silence.
“Good man,” Gwaine nods his approval. “Make sure she gets hers.”
“Why am I not dating you?” Morgana asks him.
“Because you think he’s an overgrown child,” Percival reminds her.
“Oh yeah, that’s right,” she answers, smiling up at Leon.
Silence. The closest and keenest ears can make out the sounds of their breathing as the two clandestine lovers return to earth.
“God, you are so beautiful.”
“That was quite a Christmas gift.”
Morgana giggles now.
“It’s one that keeps on giving, you know.”
“Oh no, Arthur…” Merlin laments, but then he hears Gwen’s sweet laughter. “Okay, so she’s immune to his cheesiness. Good.”
Shuffling noises from within as they attempt to right their clothes. Their observers look at each other, silent looks of what do we do now? passing between them.
But the knob is already turning. Gwaine fixes them all in a brief smirk, raising an eyebrow and lifting his hands.
Arthur opens the door, and the five companions in the hallway burst into applause and cheering.
Arthur slams the door quickly.
“Come on, mate, can’t hide in there all night,” Gwaine goads them.
“And we’re not going anywhere, so you may as well face us,” Morgana adds.
Slowly the doorknob turns again, and Arthur’s very red face peeks out.
“You are all a bunch of twats,” he declares, coming out, Gwen emerging shyly behind him, half hiding behind his back.
“Sorry,” Merlin laughs, “but you brought this on yourselves, you know.”
“Shut up,” Arthur snaps, but there is a grin threatening to burst through. “And it’s not me you should be apologizing to.”
“Sorry, Gwen, we don’t mean to embarrass you,” Leon says, and the others echo his sentiments.
“Come on, your hair’s a mess,” Morgana steps forward to pry her away from her brother’s grasp.
Arthur holds fast, taking the briefest moment to look down at Gwen. “Your hair looks perfect,” he mutters, tilting her chin up to kiss her.
“You would think that because you caused it, Arthur,” Morgana snaps at him, succeeding in removing Gwen. Gwen sneaks one last look back at Arthur before Morgana whisks her into the ladies’.
“Well done, mate,” Gwaine says, slapping Arthur on the shoulder. Arthur shoves his head in response.
“He’s completely in love,” Merlin declares.
Yeah, I am, Arthur thinks, and a grin slides across his face. “Best Christmas party ever.”
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