Tangled
Author: fuckyeah
Title: Tangled
Rating: PG (just for a word and suggestive themes)
Pairing/s: ?/?
Character/s: ?? (mentions of Merlin and Arthur)
Summary: And yet there they were, suddenly forced into the dark and on top of one another, unable to fully control themselves.
Word Count: 160 (SHORTEST THING I'VE WRITTEN FOR THIS COMM)
Prompt: Tangled
Author's Notes: This might be a bit of a stretch (and is just silly), but it's immediately what came to mind, haha!
They were never supposed to meet. They were hardly cut from the same cloth after all, and ran in completely different circles and cycles.
And yet there they were, suddenly forced into the dark and on top of one another, unable to fully control themselves.
They started off slow and languorous, moving and dancing and tumbling to a predetermined beat set just for them. At first, there were only the briefest of caresses as they spun around in a dizzying pace. The pull between them eventually became too strong to resist, and soon they were intertwined, too tangled in each other to tell where one ended and one began.
When it was finally over, they lay there in a cooling, soaking heap, both of them tinged a deep pink as evidence of their coupling.
(Later, Merlin would cry out in horror at the sight. How the hell did Arthur's favorite red shirt get mixed in with the whites anyways?)
Title: Tangled
Rating: PG (just for a word and suggestive themes)
Pairing/s: ?/?
Character/s: ?? (mentions of Merlin and Arthur)
Summary: And yet there they were, suddenly forced into the dark and on top of one another, unable to fully control themselves.
Word Count: 160 (SHORTEST THING I'VE WRITTEN FOR THIS COMM)
Prompt: Tangled
Author's Notes: This might be a bit of a stretch (and is just silly), but it's immediately what came to mind, haha!
They were never supposed to meet. They were hardly cut from the same cloth after all, and ran in completely different circles and cycles.
And yet there they were, suddenly forced into the dark and on top of one another, unable to fully control themselves.
They started off slow and languorous, moving and dancing and tumbling to a predetermined beat set just for them. At first, there were only the briefest of caresses as they spun around in a dizzying pace. The pull between them eventually became too strong to resist, and soon they were intertwined, too tangled in each other to tell where one ended and one began.
When it was finally over, they lay there in a cooling, soaking heap, both of them tinged a deep pink as evidence of their coupling.
(Later, Merlin would cry out in horror at the sight. How the hell did Arthur's favorite red shirt get mixed in with the whites anyways?)