Morning - Another Merlin fanfiction
Title: Morning
Category: Het (Canon AU)
Characters/Pairings: Gwen/Lancelot
Rating: K+
Warning: Shameless Fluff
Summary: Gwen wakes up to some pleasant surprises: a day off and breakfast.
Author's Note(s): This story can be related to " Afternoon" and " Evening," even though I wrote them ages ago. But now I feel like creating fluff again.
Morning
I haven’t slept this well for ages, Gwen thought, waking up, rolling onto her other side before opening her eyes. Seeing that the sun was already up, all the sleepiness went away and she sat up, while her eyes were nervously sweeping through the house in order to find her clothes on the floor. She was already late from work.
“Don’t worry, you’re not late,” she heard a soft voice from the kitchen. “It’s your day off.”
Indeed. Gwen sighed in relief as she lay back on the bed, but before she could have drifted back to sleep again, she noticed something that made her sit up again. She looked towards the kitchen, where Lancelot, wearing his trousers only, was holding the frying pan and a spatula as if he was cooking something. Gwen felt her heartbeat increasing and also her curiosity waking up. She shifted out of the bed, picked up the nearest piece of clothing from the floor and put it on, without even watching what it was and who it belonged to.
“Stay where you are,” Lancelot said with a smile, not taking his eyes off the pan, “Breakfast is almost ready.”
She almost sat down in surprise: breakfast. No one had made her breakfast for years, especially after her father’s death, so Lancelot’s words warmed her heart, but they clenched it at the same time. She was so touched that it even hurt.
Obviously, she didn’t stay where she were - getting over the astonishment, she went to Lancelot and wrapped her arms around him from the back, placing her head on his shoulder.
“Thank you,” she said, almost whispering and she pressed a kiss on his bare skin.
Lancelot smiled, then laughed a little as Gwen hugged him. That was the only way he could react to what he felt. Knowing that she was glad made him happy, but he never felt this kind of happiness before. Since he had always been alone, he hadn’t known how it felt taking care of anyone else but himself. He hadn’t known it until now.
He put the pan down and turned to Gwen, pulling her into his arms. He kissed the top of her head then he leaned forward to kiss her lips, too, when he noticed something unusual.
“That’s my shirt,” he stated with a chuckle.
Gwen looked down and seeing that she was wearing his shirt, her face turned red immediately - she hadn’t really paid attention to what she had put on -, but instead of mumbling an apology, she looked back at Lancelot with a shy smile.
“That was the nearest one,” she admitted.
Returning her smile, he looked at her from head to toe: his grey shirt was a little too big for her; it even reached her knees and her hands disappeared in the long sleeves. However, Lancelot found it adorable. Placing a hand on her waist, he pulled her closer to himself, and cupping her face with the other one, he kissed her, gently brushing his lips against hers. Her body felt fragile under the thick grey fabric. She gave the kiss back to him, running her fingers down on his bare arms, when he pulled back a little, leaving her with a racing heart and butterflies in her stomach.
“The food will go cold,” he said with a small, apologetic smile, although his stomach clenched when their lips parted, wanting to kiss her again. We will have time for that later, he thought to himself.
He led Gwen to the table he had already set, making her gasp in surprise. He had put out two plates, the cutlery, and he even had gone for a small bouquet of flowers and had put them into a vase.
Even though it was a small gesture, Gwen couldn’t find the words to say, being touched by Lancelot’s kindness and care; her face was beaming of happiness, warming Lancelot’s heart.
“Come, sit here, My Lady,” he said, pulling out a chair for her.
This time Gwen didn’t object, like she used to, just smiled, blushing slightly as she sat down. Despite she was the blacksmith’s daughter, she felt like a real lady with him, and even though she was too modest to admit it, she loved it when he called her like that.
“Thank you, Sir Knight,” she said and now Lancelot was the one to blush - his new rank was still unusual to him. Although, hearing it from Gwen made his heart beat faster and a smile spreaded out on his face.
They ate in almost complete silence, throwing glances at each other in every once in a while and they both grinned when their eyes met. Once they finished, Lancelot stood up to clear the table, but Gwen reached out and took his hand, making him stop.
“We can wash the dishes later,” she said with a shy smile and an increasing heartbeat as an idea started forming in her mind; she even blushed a little - in advance for the words she was going to say. Seeing a coy sparkle in her eyes, Lancelot’s throat went dry and his stomach clenched a little.
“What do you have in mind?” he asked, although he already suspected it. However, he wanted to hear it from her.
“I think,” she began, getting up from the chair, stepping next to him, “it wouldn’t be very ladylike not to thank this to you,” she said, entwining her fingers with his, then looked up right into his smoldering eyes. “Properly,” she added with a small smile, leading him towards the bed.
Category: Het (Canon AU)
Characters/Pairings: Gwen/Lancelot
Rating: K+
Warning: Shameless Fluff
Summary: Gwen wakes up to some pleasant surprises: a day off and breakfast.
Author's Note(s): This story can be related to " Afternoon" and " Evening," even though I wrote them ages ago. But now I feel like creating fluff again.
Morning
I haven’t slept this well for ages, Gwen thought, waking up, rolling onto her other side before opening her eyes. Seeing that the sun was already up, all the sleepiness went away and she sat up, while her eyes were nervously sweeping through the house in order to find her clothes on the floor. She was already late from work.
“Don’t worry, you’re not late,” she heard a soft voice from the kitchen. “It’s your day off.”
Indeed. Gwen sighed in relief as she lay back on the bed, but before she could have drifted back to sleep again, she noticed something that made her sit up again. She looked towards the kitchen, where Lancelot, wearing his trousers only, was holding the frying pan and a spatula as if he was cooking something. Gwen felt her heartbeat increasing and also her curiosity waking up. She shifted out of the bed, picked up the nearest piece of clothing from the floor and put it on, without even watching what it was and who it belonged to.
“Stay where you are,” Lancelot said with a smile, not taking his eyes off the pan, “Breakfast is almost ready.”
She almost sat down in surprise: breakfast. No one had made her breakfast for years, especially after her father’s death, so Lancelot’s words warmed her heart, but they clenched it at the same time. She was so touched that it even hurt.
Obviously, she didn’t stay where she were - getting over the astonishment, she went to Lancelot and wrapped her arms around him from the back, placing her head on his shoulder.
“Thank you,” she said, almost whispering and she pressed a kiss on his bare skin.
Lancelot smiled, then laughed a little as Gwen hugged him. That was the only way he could react to what he felt. Knowing that she was glad made him happy, but he never felt this kind of happiness before. Since he had always been alone, he hadn’t known how it felt taking care of anyone else but himself. He hadn’t known it until now.
He put the pan down and turned to Gwen, pulling her into his arms. He kissed the top of her head then he leaned forward to kiss her lips, too, when he noticed something unusual.
“That’s my shirt,” he stated with a chuckle.
Gwen looked down and seeing that she was wearing his shirt, her face turned red immediately - she hadn’t really paid attention to what she had put on -, but instead of mumbling an apology, she looked back at Lancelot with a shy smile.
“That was the nearest one,” she admitted.
Returning her smile, he looked at her from head to toe: his grey shirt was a little too big for her; it even reached her knees and her hands disappeared in the long sleeves. However, Lancelot found it adorable. Placing a hand on her waist, he pulled her closer to himself, and cupping her face with the other one, he kissed her, gently brushing his lips against hers. Her body felt fragile under the thick grey fabric. She gave the kiss back to him, running her fingers down on his bare arms, when he pulled back a little, leaving her with a racing heart and butterflies in her stomach.
“The food will go cold,” he said with a small, apologetic smile, although his stomach clenched when their lips parted, wanting to kiss her again. We will have time for that later, he thought to himself.
He led Gwen to the table he had already set, making her gasp in surprise. He had put out two plates, the cutlery, and he even had gone for a small bouquet of flowers and had put them into a vase.
Even though it was a small gesture, Gwen couldn’t find the words to say, being touched by Lancelot’s kindness and care; her face was beaming of happiness, warming Lancelot’s heart.
“Come, sit here, My Lady,” he said, pulling out a chair for her.
This time Gwen didn’t object, like she used to, just smiled, blushing slightly as she sat down. Despite she was the blacksmith’s daughter, she felt like a real lady with him, and even though she was too modest to admit it, she loved it when he called her like that.
“Thank you, Sir Knight,” she said and now Lancelot was the one to blush - his new rank was still unusual to him. Although, hearing it from Gwen made his heart beat faster and a smile spreaded out on his face.
They ate in almost complete silence, throwing glances at each other in every once in a while and they both grinned when their eyes met. Once they finished, Lancelot stood up to clear the table, but Gwen reached out and took his hand, making him stop.
“We can wash the dishes later,” she said with a shy smile and an increasing heartbeat as an idea started forming in her mind; she even blushed a little - in advance for the words she was going to say. Seeing a coy sparkle in her eyes, Lancelot’s throat went dry and his stomach clenched a little.
“What do you have in mind?” he asked, although he already suspected it. However, he wanted to hear it from her.
“I think,” she began, getting up from the chair, stepping next to him, “it wouldn’t be very ladylike not to thank this to you,” she said, entwining her fingers with his, then looked up right into his smoldering eyes. “Properly,” she added with a small smile, leading him towards the bed.