Kink Me! #21

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Concerto for Two Violins [3b/?]

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Morgana would almost be sorry for starting it off, since it’s clear neither of them wants to even think about whatever fight they’ve had, but it would have happened anyway. The orchestra gossips like a lot of old biddies, especially on the subject of who is hooking up with whom (yet another reason she and Gwaine aren’t telling anyone they’re sleeping together), and Arthur and Merlin are practically an institution, the couple everyone knows, and even the maestro has stopped glaring at his son for daring to date another (male) cellist instead of a woman who will give him suitably musical grandchildren. A fight that isn’t bickering or one of their periodic explosions with both of them shouting dramatically at every opportunity will be enough to fuel chatter for weeks unless they fix it.

“If you are not going to rehearse, I am not going to waste my time!” the maestro shouts just as Morgana is attempting an elaborate conversation with Elena through eyebrows and mouthed words alone because Elena has forgotten her mobile again and can’t text on the sly like the rest of them. “All of you go home, and if you aren’t paying better attention by next week, there will be consequences!”

Morgana mouths the last few words along with him and sticks her score in her folder to practice later, waiting out the rush to get to instrument cases and go home. Arthur and Merlin, she can’t help but notice, practically dash for the exits as fast as they can carry their instruments, and they don’t go in the same direction.

Gwaine taps her on the shoulder with his bow, startling her and getting a smear of rosin on one of her favorite tops, and she turns around to glare. “I scrounged up a new mafia movie, want to come over and watch?” Morgana mentally extends that evening into a viewing of whatever horrible film he’s found this time and then whatever sort of shag they’re in the mood for, and weighs it against lurking by her phone until Arthur inevitably calls her to complain about whatever it is he and Merlin are fighting about. Gwaine knows her too well, because he rolls his eyes. “Let them sort whatever it is out on their own, they’re grown men for all Arthur doesn’t act like it.”

“Like Merlin isn’t an excellent example of the Peter Pan Syndrome in action,” Morgana says, mostly because she feels like she ought to be on her brother’s side.

“No, that’s me,” replies Gwaine, hauling her to her feet and making her yelp when he almost hits her violin with his bow. “See you lot later,” he calls to Vivian and Elena, who are chatting to Percival. Well, Vivian is chatting to Percival, Elena is edging slowly away. Morgana shrugs off Gwaine’s arm and waves as well, then gives a nod to Gwen, who’s already made a beeline for Lancelot so they can gaze at each other in a truly depressing manner. Leon, standing nearby, looks about as pained as Elena does. Gwaine interrupts before Morgana can debate the merits of rescuing either one of them. “Come on, you can worry about them later, let’s get out of here before everyone invites themselves along to movie night, shall we?”

“Men,” mutters Morgana, but her heart isn’t in it. Gwaine tows her by the elbow towards their cases and she shakes him off because being manhandled is a bit much for her to take. “You are insatiable,” she adds.

He just grins at her, utterly unrepentant. “That’s my middle name. Now come on, or I’ll have to carry you, which is difficult with two violins in the mix.”

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Smut next time, I think! And if I can write it fast enough, an explanation for what's going on.