RPS Challenge #3 @ bradleycolin
Title: Le choc des cultures
Author: babydracky
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: None
Disclaimer: I do not own Merlin, Colin Morgan nor Bradley James. (Sad but true) This story was wriiten only for entertainment purposes.
Beta: Sorry no Beta.
Words: 727
Summary: Colin has a lot of cute French fans, Bra
Author's Notes (A/N): written for bradleycolin's RPS challenge #3. And, Désolée, je suis Française xD
Le choc des cultures
“May I kiss you?”
Colin and Bradley gaped at the cute young girl standing in front of them who couldn’t have been more than fourteen.
“What? Sorry, what?” Bradley was the first to talk.
His brain had definitely shut down though and Colin was gazing at the girl, the split image of a dying fish, red to the end of his ears. Bradley should have laughed at Colin for being such a prude girl but he was too bothered by that little pretty girl who was looking at Colin like he was some kind of god walking on earth or a very appetizing piece of cake. She shouldn’t look at Colin like that. It was indecent. She shouldn’t dare dreaming about kissing Colin Morgan… Though, every girl watching Merlin certainly dreamt about having a “scene” with the sorcerer. Okay, they could dream, that was allowed, dreaming was safe, but a dream should remain a dream! Annoying girls and their hormones.
“A kiss” the girl repeated a cute and gentle smile on her juvenile face.
“C’est quoi leur problème?”* said the girl’s friend sighting loudly and Bradley barely caught the word problem.
Sure there was a problem. A cute little girl, definitely not legal, asked Colin, for God’s sake! Colin! to snog her! Those French people really were strange with all their kissing customs. And Colin who just couldn’t say “no” because there is no way kissing that girl would be right! Especially not in front of Bradley. That definitely sounded disgusting. Bradley never thought he’d say that one day but he did hate all those pretty French girls who seemed to really like Colin a lot and who were so open-minded that they didn’t mind trying to molest Colin publicly.
Libertine thought Bradley was indeed a French word.
“You know…A kiss on the cheek” explained the first girl, deeply blushing now, a finger on her cheek.
A peck, she meant a peck from the beginning! And Bradley, even if he would never admit it, did feel relieved.
Couldn’t she have said so? No! French people wouldn’t have the decency to learn to talk English properly; they were enjoying mistreating English language and Bradley’s poor heart. Bradley was pretty sure of that. Because he would gladly admit that he didn’t understand a word of French but he still barely understood French people when they’re speaking in so-called English.
So, Colin gave that cute little girl a too convincing peck on the cheek and she gave him three more. What for? Bradley couldn’t have told. What was that again? No surprise English and French have always been at war. They know how to fight against each other. That was easier. He nodded, convinced of his theory.
Because he clearly wasn’t jealous of Colin! Come on, he could have any girls he wanted so he wouldn’t be jealous because that girl wanted to kiss Colin. No, actually, it was far worse. He just wanted to be that little girl and having Colin kissing him so sweetly. He was jealous of a cute little young girl. Stupid! And sad.
Later that night Bradley walked back Colin to his chamber.
“May I kiss you?” he asked Colin, grinning because the pale Irish boy turned a very deep shade of red again. He just meant for a joke here. Really.
“Well…” Colin was biting his lower lip now in a surprisingly endearing way “Only if you do it the proper and famous French way”
Bradley was now the one to blush; he never thought Colin would have it in him to push the joke further. Though, he should have known better. Colin was a little demon when he wasn’t trying to hide his true self behind the mask of a cute and innocent little angel. But how could he not fulfil Colin’s request when those pretty blue eyes of his are gazing at him so intently, clearly daring him?
When Bradley’s hungry and possessive lips met Colin’s, he barely let the boy whimper before claiming his mouth with a conquering tongue. He had dreams about Colin’s lips for a while now but he never could have dream of those cute and exquisite little moans he was stealing from that bewitching throat. The boy was pliant in his arms and more than ready to take French lessons.
French customs weren’t all so bad after all.
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* Le choc des cultures : (Culture Shock)
*“C’est quoi leur problème?” : (What's their problem?/What's wrong with them?)
Author: babydracky
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: None
Disclaimer: I do not own Merlin, Colin Morgan nor Bradley James. (Sad but true) This story was wriiten only for entertainment purposes.
Beta: Sorry no Beta.
Words: 727
Summary: Colin has a lot of cute French fans, Bra
Author's Notes (A/N): written for bradleycolin's RPS challenge #3. And, Désolée, je suis Française xD
Le choc des cultures
“May I kiss you?”
Colin and Bradley gaped at the cute young girl standing in front of them who couldn’t have been more than fourteen.
“What? Sorry, what?” Bradley was the first to talk.
His brain had definitely shut down though and Colin was gazing at the girl, the split image of a dying fish, red to the end of his ears. Bradley should have laughed at Colin for being such a prude girl but he was too bothered by that little pretty girl who was looking at Colin like he was some kind of god walking on earth or a very appetizing piece of cake. She shouldn’t look at Colin like that. It was indecent. She shouldn’t dare dreaming about kissing Colin Morgan… Though, every girl watching Merlin certainly dreamt about having a “scene” with the sorcerer. Okay, they could dream, that was allowed, dreaming was safe, but a dream should remain a dream! Annoying girls and their hormones.
“A kiss” the girl repeated a cute and gentle smile on her juvenile face.
“C’est quoi leur problème?”* said the girl’s friend sighting loudly and Bradley barely caught the word problem.
Sure there was a problem. A cute little girl, definitely not legal, asked Colin, for God’s sake! Colin! to snog her! Those French people really were strange with all their kissing customs. And Colin who just couldn’t say “no” because there is no way kissing that girl would be right! Especially not in front of Bradley. That definitely sounded disgusting. Bradley never thought he’d say that one day but he did hate all those pretty French girls who seemed to really like Colin a lot and who were so open-minded that they didn’t mind trying to molest Colin publicly.
Libertine thought Bradley was indeed a French word.
“You know…A kiss on the cheek” explained the first girl, deeply blushing now, a finger on her cheek.
A peck, she meant a peck from the beginning! And Bradley, even if he would never admit it, did feel relieved.
Couldn’t she have said so? No! French people wouldn’t have the decency to learn to talk English properly; they were enjoying mistreating English language and Bradley’s poor heart. Bradley was pretty sure of that. Because he would gladly admit that he didn’t understand a word of French but he still barely understood French people when they’re speaking in so-called English.
So, Colin gave that cute little girl a too convincing peck on the cheek and she gave him three more. What for? Bradley couldn’t have told. What was that again? No surprise English and French have always been at war. They know how to fight against each other. That was easier. He nodded, convinced of his theory.
Because he clearly wasn’t jealous of Colin! Come on, he could have any girls he wanted so he wouldn’t be jealous because that girl wanted to kiss Colin. No, actually, it was far worse. He just wanted to be that little girl and having Colin kissing him so sweetly. He was jealous of a cute little young girl. Stupid! And sad.
Later that night Bradley walked back Colin to his chamber.
“May I kiss you?” he asked Colin, grinning because the pale Irish boy turned a very deep shade of red again. He just meant for a joke here. Really.
“Well…” Colin was biting his lower lip now in a surprisingly endearing way “Only if you do it the proper and famous French way”
Bradley was now the one to blush; he never thought Colin would have it in him to push the joke further. Though, he should have known better. Colin was a little demon when he wasn’t trying to hide his true self behind the mask of a cute and innocent little angel. But how could he not fulfil Colin’s request when those pretty blue eyes of his are gazing at him so intently, clearly daring him?
When Bradley’s hungry and possessive lips met Colin’s, he barely let the boy whimper before claiming his mouth with a conquering tongue. He had dreams about Colin’s lips for a while now but he never could have dream of those cute and exquisite little moans he was stealing from that bewitching throat. The boy was pliant in his arms and more than ready to take French lessons.
French customs weren’t all so bad after all.
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* Le choc des cultures : (Culture Shock)
*“C’est quoi leur problème?” : (What's their problem?/What's wrong with them?)