Definitely Not a Date & Making a Spectacle -- Merlin RPF
Yes, I know, people who write RPF go to the special hell. It never happened, never going to happen, blah blah. Both written for the Vag Fest.
Title: Definitely Not a Date
Fandom: Merlin RPF
Pairing: Angel/Bradley
Rating: PG
Wordcount: approx. 250
Warnings: language, real person fiction
Summary: It isn't a date, Bradley insists. So why does Angel feel so exposed? Prompt by sellega.
Angel began to catch on when Bradley pulled out her chair for her to sit down. Normally he didn't even bother to hold the door open for her when her hands were full.
"Where are Colin and Katie?" Angel asked.
"Oh, they're busy," Bradley said, as he motioned to the waiter. "Bonjour."
"Bon soir," Angel corrected.
"Why, thank you, Angel. Nous va... no, nous allons... damn it..."
"Just let me order," Angel said, rolling her eyes. Her French wasn't great, but it was certainly better than Bradley's butchering.
The next hint came when he ordered the gateau avec fraises (it took him two tries to get the order right), and then gave her the strawberries.
"No, I'm fine," she said, smiling. Normal Bradley would've shrugged and eaten them -- no, he wouldn't have offered, even.
"Are you sure?"
"I'm positive."
This was feeling an awful lot like... a date.
Angel was an actress. She was used to the spotlight, used to being in the public eye. But she'd never felt more exposed, sitting across from Bradley James, on their date.
"You know," Angel said, "if you fancied me, you could've just asked me out." She said it like a joke, trying to lighten the mood, and also to reassure herself that this couldn't be happening.
But then she sees a small flash in his eyes, an uncertainty. He puts the strawberry to his lips and takes a bite.
"I don't know what you mean, Angel."
Well, shit.
"Never mind, Bradley."
Title: Making A Spectacle
Fandom: Merlin RPF
Pairing: Angel/Katie
Rating: R
Wordcount: approx. 360
Warnings: sexual content, real person fiction, femmeslash
Summary: Katie doesn't wear her glasses that often, but Angel seems to like them. Prompt by gnimaerd.
Katie didn't wear her glasses all that often. Mostly only when she was travelling (because trying to remove her contact lenses while on a moving vehicle was an experience she never wanted to repeat), really.
But Angel had said that she quite liked them. So Katie started wearing them more.
And now here they were, sitting in a hotel bed in France, with Angel wearing nothing and Katie wearing not much. Katie's hand was on Angel's stomach, running her palm against dark skin. She felt Angel twist, reaching for something on the dressing table.
"What are you doing?" Katie's hand went down to Angel's thigh, her index finger running along her soft skin.
"Nothing," Angel said, and Katie knew she was lying. Angel's voice gave her away instantly.
Katie's hand brushed against the skin of Angel's vagina, and still she was ignoring her.
"Angel, if you can't be bothered to pay attention..."
"I am!" Angel turned back to Katie, holding her glasses.
"What are you doing with those?"
Angel put the glasses on, and blinked in surprise. "My God, you're blind."
"Would you give those back?" Katie snatched the glasses off of Angel. "You'll ruin your eyes."
"When I was younger, I always wanted glasses. I thought they made me look smarter." Angel's fingers played with the fabric of the sheet (barely) preserving her modesty. "Could you..."
"What?"
"Could you put them on?"
Katie cocked an eyebrow at Angel. She expected Bradley and Colin to be completely daft, but somehow Angel still managed to take her by surprise.
"Oh, all right," Katie said, and put on her glasses. Angel's wicked smile came into focus. Katie rolled her eyes, but grinned back.
"You've been spending too much time with the boys," she said. "You're being silly."
"Well, then," Angel said, as she ran her hand up Katie's back to unhook her bra, "I'd better spend all the time I can with you from here on out, hadn't I?"
Katie smiled, then began to laugh. Then she leaned over and kissed Angel, her glasses pressing against Angel's face, and soon they'd forgotten about them entirely.
Title: Definitely Not a Date
Fandom: Merlin RPF
Pairing: Angel/Bradley
Rating: PG
Wordcount: approx. 250
Warnings: language, real person fiction
Summary: It isn't a date, Bradley insists. So why does Angel feel so exposed? Prompt by sellega.
Angel began to catch on when Bradley pulled out her chair for her to sit down. Normally he didn't even bother to hold the door open for her when her hands were full.
"Where are Colin and Katie?" Angel asked.
"Oh, they're busy," Bradley said, as he motioned to the waiter. "Bonjour."
"Bon soir," Angel corrected.
"Why, thank you, Angel. Nous va... no, nous allons... damn it..."
"Just let me order," Angel said, rolling her eyes. Her French wasn't great, but it was certainly better than Bradley's butchering.
The next hint came when he ordered the gateau avec fraises (it took him two tries to get the order right), and then gave her the strawberries.
"No, I'm fine," she said, smiling. Normal Bradley would've shrugged and eaten them -- no, he wouldn't have offered, even.
"Are you sure?"
"I'm positive."
This was feeling an awful lot like... a date.
Angel was an actress. She was used to the spotlight, used to being in the public eye. But she'd never felt more exposed, sitting across from Bradley James, on their date.
"You know," Angel said, "if you fancied me, you could've just asked me out." She said it like a joke, trying to lighten the mood, and also to reassure herself that this couldn't be happening.
But then she sees a small flash in his eyes, an uncertainty. He puts the strawberry to his lips and takes a bite.
"I don't know what you mean, Angel."
Well, shit.
"Never mind, Bradley."
Title: Making A Spectacle
Fandom: Merlin RPF
Pairing: Angel/Katie
Rating: R
Wordcount: approx. 360
Warnings: sexual content, real person fiction, femmeslash
Summary: Katie doesn't wear her glasses that often, but Angel seems to like them. Prompt by gnimaerd.
Katie didn't wear her glasses all that often. Mostly only when she was travelling (because trying to remove her contact lenses while on a moving vehicle was an experience she never wanted to repeat), really.
But Angel had said that she quite liked them. So Katie started wearing them more.
And now here they were, sitting in a hotel bed in France, with Angel wearing nothing and Katie wearing not much. Katie's hand was on Angel's stomach, running her palm against dark skin. She felt Angel twist, reaching for something on the dressing table.
"What are you doing?" Katie's hand went down to Angel's thigh, her index finger running along her soft skin.
"Nothing," Angel said, and Katie knew she was lying. Angel's voice gave her away instantly.
Katie's hand brushed against the skin of Angel's vagina, and still she was ignoring her.
"Angel, if you can't be bothered to pay attention..."
"I am!" Angel turned back to Katie, holding her glasses.
"What are you doing with those?"
Angel put the glasses on, and blinked in surprise. "My God, you're blind."
"Would you give those back?" Katie snatched the glasses off of Angel. "You'll ruin your eyes."
"When I was younger, I always wanted glasses. I thought they made me look smarter." Angel's fingers played with the fabric of the sheet (barely) preserving her modesty. "Could you..."
"What?"
"Could you put them on?"
Katie cocked an eyebrow at Angel. She expected Bradley and Colin to be completely daft, but somehow Angel still managed to take her by surprise.
"Oh, all right," Katie said, and put on her glasses. Angel's wicked smile came into focus. Katie rolled her eyes, but grinned back.
"You've been spending too much time with the boys," she said. "You're being silly."
"Well, then," Angel said, as she ran her hand up Katie's back to unhook her bra, "I'd better spend all the time I can with you from here on out, hadn't I?"
Katie smiled, then began to laugh. Then she leaned over and kissed Angel, her glasses pressing against Angel's face, and soon they'd forgotten about them entirely.