More Time; Merlin
Title: More Time
Authors: mydoctortennant
Pairings/Characters: Gwen/Arthur, Arthur/OC
Warnings: None
Disclaimer: Not real. Despite birthday wishes and night time prayers to Santa (all Hail Amy Pond!) Merlin still isn't mine!
Rating: PG
Summary: Gwen oversees Arthur with another person and cannot help but intervene.
Author Notes: I wrote this for the ag_fics 'Triangle' drabble challenge and it got third place. Yey =]
My Merlin Prompt Table
With her six month old bairn balanced on her hip Guinevere watched her husband, the King of Camelot, as he smiled at another woman. Not even that. A girl. Gwen couldn’t hear what she said to Arthur, but she heard his reply as clear as day, his voice carrying easily down the cloisters; “I spend equal amount of time with both of you.”
“No you don’t, you spend more time with her,” she replied her voice high pitched and whiny.
Arthur placed his hand diplomatically on her shoulder and looked down at the other female sternly, “You know that’s not true.”
“It’s not fair.”
“Don’t throw a tantrum,” he commanded taking his hand from her shoulder and crossing his arms defiantly across his chest, “or I’ll go back to her.”
“Daaaaad!”
Gwen laughed and shook her head. She bounced her giggling counterpart on her hip and carried on forwards towards the pair of them.
“I’m serious, whinging will get you nowhere.”
“Says you?” Gwen asked as she reached the pair.
“I learnt that the hard way,” he reached over taking the small girl from her kissing her on the nose before copying Gwen’s movement.
“You’re even favouring her now!” Their eldest daughter complained.
“She’s six months old; you’re a lot older than that. If I tried to balance you on my hip you’d kick and squirm and tell me to put you down.”
“I’m six!” the child huffed glaring at her father. Something he knew she got from Guinevere, there was no way the scolding look was his own. Gwen had used it on him before now.
“Far too grown up to be carried, I think your mother would agree.”
“Indeed I do. If anybody should be jealous, it should be me,” she smiled running her hand over the top of the older girl’s head and brushing her fingertips through her curls, “He spends far more time with you and your sister than he does with me.”
“Liar,” he mouthed out of his daughter’s notice.
“What do you say we go and play in the gardens, hmm?”
“Is Daddy coming?” the girl asked and scowled at her father again.
“Not if you don’t want him to.”
“He’s not allowed.”
“No Daddy then. Come on,” she took her daughters hand and moved to walk past Arthur to the Eastern exit towards the rose gardens. She placed a brief kiss to her husbands lips as she passed and stroked the backs of her fingers over her baby’s face and carried on with the girl who was pulling her along the cloisters.
“Perhaps once we return you can play with your father.”
“Okay,” the little girl mumbled kicking a stone. She dropped her mother’s hand and started off at a run in her perfectly cut skirts, “Last one there is a ninny.”
Gwen sighed and lifted her heavy skirts and sped up after her. Her feud with her father now forgotten.
Authors: mydoctortennant
Pairings/Characters: Gwen/Arthur, Arthur/OC
Warnings: None
Disclaimer: Not real. Despite birthday wishes and night time prayers to Santa (all Hail Amy Pond!) Merlin still isn't mine!
Rating: PG
Summary: Gwen oversees Arthur with another person and cannot help but intervene.
Author Notes: I wrote this for the ag_fics 'Triangle' drabble challenge and it got third place. Yey =]
My Merlin Prompt Table
With her six month old bairn balanced on her hip Guinevere watched her husband, the King of Camelot, as he smiled at another woman. Not even that. A girl. Gwen couldn’t hear what she said to Arthur, but she heard his reply as clear as day, his voice carrying easily down the cloisters; “I spend equal amount of time with both of you.”
“No you don’t, you spend more time with her,” she replied her voice high pitched and whiny.
Arthur placed his hand diplomatically on her shoulder and looked down at the other female sternly, “You know that’s not true.”
“It’s not fair.”
“Don’t throw a tantrum,” he commanded taking his hand from her shoulder and crossing his arms defiantly across his chest, “or I’ll go back to her.”
“Daaaaad!”
Gwen laughed and shook her head. She bounced her giggling counterpart on her hip and carried on forwards towards the pair of them.
“I’m serious, whinging will get you nowhere.”
“Says you?” Gwen asked as she reached the pair.
“I learnt that the hard way,” he reached over taking the small girl from her kissing her on the nose before copying Gwen’s movement.
“You’re even favouring her now!” Their eldest daughter complained.
“She’s six months old; you’re a lot older than that. If I tried to balance you on my hip you’d kick and squirm and tell me to put you down.”
“I’m six!” the child huffed glaring at her father. Something he knew she got from Guinevere, there was no way the scolding look was his own. Gwen had used it on him before now.
“Far too grown up to be carried, I think your mother would agree.”
“Indeed I do. If anybody should be jealous, it should be me,” she smiled running her hand over the top of the older girl’s head and brushing her fingertips through her curls, “He spends far more time with you and your sister than he does with me.”
“Liar,” he mouthed out of his daughter’s notice.
“What do you say we go and play in the gardens, hmm?”
“Is Daddy coming?” the girl asked and scowled at her father again.
“Not if you don’t want him to.”
“He’s not allowed.”
“No Daddy then. Come on,” she took her daughters hand and moved to walk past Arthur to the Eastern exit towards the rose gardens. She placed a brief kiss to her husbands lips as she passed and stroked the backs of her fingers over her baby’s face and carried on with the girl who was pulling her along the cloisters.
“Perhaps once we return you can play with your father.”
“Okay,” the little girl mumbled kicking a stone. She dropped her mother’s hand and started off at a run in her perfectly cut skirts, “Last one there is a ninny.”
Gwen sighed and lifted her heavy skirts and sped up after her. Her feud with her father now forgotten.