Kink Me! #21

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Concerto for Two Violins [2b/?]

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“And I think you need to come and sing ‘Danny Boy’ with us,” says Gwaine, who’s snuck up behind her like a complete arsehole. She smacks him without even bothering to look at him.

“In your dreams.”

He leans over her shoulder to give her his best soulful look, which stopped working on her approximately half an hour after she met him. “Definitely. In my very best, dirty dreams, there you are like an Irish queen, singing ‘Danny Boy’ while riding me into-”

“Disgusting!” Vivian interjects, flapping her hands about like she isn’t sure whether she’d rather put them over her mouth to keep from retching or her ears to keep her from hearing more. Percival lets out a pained grunt of agreement. “Why do we let you anywhere near us?”

“Because his eternal quest to get into Morgana’s pants is both hilarious and slightly sad,” says Arthur, and gives Gwaine a very serious look. “For your own good, mate, give up. I’m pretty sure she’s like a praying mantis in bed. Do you want to get your head ripped off?”

Gwaine’s hand tightens momentarily on her shoulder, but he’s grinning when he answers. “Depends on how euphemistic that is.”

Every man at the table makes a horrified face. “Masochist,” Vivian sniffs at last, and goes back to wheedling Elena into helping her with the man she’s got her eye on.

“Shrew,” Arthur mutters, and Merlin elbows him, but he’s looking at Morgana again. She keeps her face as impassive as possible, because while neither she nor Gwaine has told anyone what they’ve been doing for the last few months, if anyone figures it out, it’s going to be Merlin.

“Be gone, Gwaine,” says Morgana before anything more can be said. “The adults want to have a conversation.”

“Your cruelty breaks my heart, really.” Gwaine pats her on the head (and she is going to have to kill him if he messed up her hair) and wanders back towards Elyan and Freya, humming ‘Danny Boy’ as he goes. The band sits and chats for a few minutes, probably working out what medleys to play next while Gwaine does something with his phone.

Predictably enough, Morgana’s phone vibrates in her pocket just before Gwaine strikes up yet another cheery Irish tune. She doesn’t bother checking it, since judging by his smug grin it’s going to be something she doesn’t want the rest of her friends reading and Merlin keeps darting her glances. Instead, she ignores it in favor of getting in a spirited argument with Leon over whether or not the maestro’s choice of doing Pelleas and Melisande at their next concert is a good one.

Morgana saves the text until she’s home in bed, later than she should be after a few very long days. next time we get together remind me to eat you out kept meaning to last night.

Next time you sext me, use punctuation, she sends back, and goes to sleep smiling.

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Re: Concerto for Two Violins [2b/?]

[brunettepet]

This furtive relationship is delightful and I love that Merlin has Morgana on edge. She's already a bit unsettled by Gwaine, and the idea of being discovered is making it both hotter and unnerving. I wonder what's really going through Gwaine's head.