Christmas in July! Part 2!
Hellooo! It's the second day of Christmas in July! The sun is shining outside, and no doubt it's ball-sweatingly hot out there, but in my heart it is snowing. Like it always is.
SO. Here's another fic!
Title: Baby, It's Cold Outside
Disclaimer: Nope, not mine, no way. I'm not the BBC, are you the BBC?
Rating: PG.
Author's Note: This could be viewed as a sequel of sorts to my previous Christmas in July fic, or it could be something totally separate.
Summary: It's Merlin's turn to pick a date and Arthur isn't too happy. 'A half an hour later Arthur was miserably bruised and even colder. Merlin had gotten tired of skating slow circles around him and teasing him...'
Warnings: Nada.
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“Holy hell, it’s cold out here.”
“Shut up, Arthur, there’s kids around,” Merlin hissed, reaching over to pinch Arthur’s upper arm.
“Ow! That hurt,” Arthur tried his best to sound offended, but he couldn’t, because he was too bloody cold to school his voice into anything other than ‘teeth-chattering indignation.’ “Why are we even here?”
“Because I come here every year, and just because you’re a big baby about the cold-”
“It’s not the cold, it’s just that I’d rather be shagging somewhere warm-”
Merlin shot him a glare and continued on, “-doesn’t mean I’m just going to stop twenty years of tradition. Besides, we’re always doing what you want. For once it’s my turn to pick a date.”
They shuffled forwards in the line a bit, mindful of the little kids running around their legs, bored out of their skulls from waiting.
“Yes, but why here? There are tons of others all around town,” Arthur pointed out.
“Because…this is where I used to come with my dad,” Merlin got quiet, and when it looked like Arthur was about to move in to comfort him he shrugged his shoulders, “Besides, it’s the best place for first-timers.”
Arthur snorted, “I don’t need to be treated with kid gloves, Merlin. I can handle myself.”
Merlin eyed Arthur up and down, smirking slightly, “Mmm, I sure you could.”
Arthur glared at Merlin’s condescending tone. Pretending not to have noticed it, he dug out his wallet as they approached the payment booth. The woman behind the glass looked exceedingly warm and toasty and Arthur envied her and hated her all at once.
“Good evening! Is this your fist time here?” she asked, her voice screetchingly polite and cheery.
Before Arthur could speak up Merlin was shoving forwards, “He definitely is. We’ll need padding.”
“I do not need-!”
Merlin pushed some notes under the screen and took the ticket to redeem at the ice-skating rink rental counter.
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A half an hour later Arthur was miserably bruised and even colder. Merlin had gotten tired of skating slow circles around him and teasing him, so he was off towards the center, away from the wall that Arthur was clinging to. Every once in a while he’d see Merlin skate passed, going backwards, or gliding on one foot, showing off like the big show-offy idiot he was.
But that was okay, because Arthur had a new companion. An adorable new companion that held his hand and spoke kindly to him. Granted she was a six-year-old girl named Sussie, and she had snot dripping out of her nose, but still, she was teaching him more than Merlin had. Soon he was able to skate in a straight line without hanging onto the wall. When it came to turns he still had to cling to the glass pathetically, but he was getting better.
When it started to get dark, Sussie had to go, and her parents thanked Arthur for keeping an eye on her, and Arthur couldn’t help but think that he was her who kept an eye on him.
Merlin came skating up to him, stopping suddenly with a spray of ice, “So, did you get her number?”
“Shut up, I hate you.”
“You don’t. You really don’t,” Merlin teased, skating around him until he was in front, skating backwards with an ease that Arthur tried not to envy. Arthur absolute did not jump when the lights suddenly dimmed and a disco-ball dropped from the ceiling. An announcer with a deep voice probably meant to sound sultry came out over the speakers, announcing a couples’ skate. Merlin grinned and held out his hands to Arthur, still skating backwards.
Arthur begrudgingly took Merlin’s hands, only because it was couples’ skate, and not because he needed help or anything. They skated like that for a while, Merlin pulling Arthur more than Arthur was actually skating. Merlin looked so happy, despite his cheeks and nose being horribly red from the cold and his glasses being all askew on his nose. Arthur wanted badly to pull him off the rink and snog him senseless.
“It’s not so bad, is it?” Merlin asked, moving a little closer to be heard over the music.
Arthur didn’t answer him, just concentrated on moving forwards and not bumping into Merlin.
“I’d like to do this more often. With you,” Merlin said, slowing down to a stop, pulling Arthur closer. Arthur only wobbled a little before he steadied himself with his hands on Merlin’s hips.
“You won’t be saying that when we get home and I’m far too sore to do anything,” Arthur grumbled, shoving his cold hands in Merlin’s pockets. Merlin laughed and pressed a kiss to Arthur’s chin, starting to skate backwards again, very carefully.
“If it’s any consolation, you look very cute with a big bum,” Merlin said, reaching around to pinch the padding Arthur wore on his butt.
“I hate you so very much,” Arthur growled lowly.
“Well, I love you,” Merlin answered, smiling softly.
Arthur, who still wasn’t quite used to hearing it being said so sincerely to him, just smiled and nodded, “Me too… Happy anniversary.”
SO. Here's another fic!
Title: Baby, It's Cold Outside
Disclaimer: Nope, not mine, no way. I'm not the BBC, are you the BBC?
Rating: PG.
Author's Note: This could be viewed as a sequel of sorts to my previous Christmas in July fic, or it could be something totally separate.
Summary: It's Merlin's turn to pick a date and Arthur isn't too happy. 'A half an hour later Arthur was miserably bruised and even colder. Merlin had gotten tired of skating slow circles around him and teasing him...'
Warnings: Nada.
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“Holy hell, it’s cold out here.”
“Shut up, Arthur, there’s kids around,” Merlin hissed, reaching over to pinch Arthur’s upper arm.
“Ow! That hurt,” Arthur tried his best to sound offended, but he couldn’t, because he was too bloody cold to school his voice into anything other than ‘teeth-chattering indignation.’ “Why are we even here?”
“Because I come here every year, and just because you’re a big baby about the cold-”
“It’s not the cold, it’s just that I’d rather be shagging somewhere warm-”
Merlin shot him a glare and continued on, “-doesn’t mean I’m just going to stop twenty years of tradition. Besides, we’re always doing what you want. For once it’s my turn to pick a date.”
They shuffled forwards in the line a bit, mindful of the little kids running around their legs, bored out of their skulls from waiting.
“Yes, but why here? There are tons of others all around town,” Arthur pointed out.
“Because…this is where I used to come with my dad,” Merlin got quiet, and when it looked like Arthur was about to move in to comfort him he shrugged his shoulders, “Besides, it’s the best place for first-timers.”
Arthur snorted, “I don’t need to be treated with kid gloves, Merlin. I can handle myself.”
Merlin eyed Arthur up and down, smirking slightly, “Mmm, I sure you could.”
Arthur glared at Merlin’s condescending tone. Pretending not to have noticed it, he dug out his wallet as they approached the payment booth. The woman behind the glass looked exceedingly warm and toasty and Arthur envied her and hated her all at once.
“Good evening! Is this your fist time here?” she asked, her voice screetchingly polite and cheery.
Before Arthur could speak up Merlin was shoving forwards, “He definitely is. We’ll need padding.”
“I do not need-!”
Merlin pushed some notes under the screen and took the ticket to redeem at the ice-skating rink rental counter.
---
A half an hour later Arthur was miserably bruised and even colder. Merlin had gotten tired of skating slow circles around him and teasing him, so he was off towards the center, away from the wall that Arthur was clinging to. Every once in a while he’d see Merlin skate passed, going backwards, or gliding on one foot, showing off like the big show-offy idiot he was.
But that was okay, because Arthur had a new companion. An adorable new companion that held his hand and spoke kindly to him. Granted she was a six-year-old girl named Sussie, and she had snot dripping out of her nose, but still, she was teaching him more than Merlin had. Soon he was able to skate in a straight line without hanging onto the wall. When it came to turns he still had to cling to the glass pathetically, but he was getting better.
When it started to get dark, Sussie had to go, and her parents thanked Arthur for keeping an eye on her, and Arthur couldn’t help but think that he was her who kept an eye on him.
Merlin came skating up to him, stopping suddenly with a spray of ice, “So, did you get her number?”
“Shut up, I hate you.”
“You don’t. You really don’t,” Merlin teased, skating around him until he was in front, skating backwards with an ease that Arthur tried not to envy. Arthur absolute did not jump when the lights suddenly dimmed and a disco-ball dropped from the ceiling. An announcer with a deep voice probably meant to sound sultry came out over the speakers, announcing a couples’ skate. Merlin grinned and held out his hands to Arthur, still skating backwards.
Arthur begrudgingly took Merlin’s hands, only because it was couples’ skate, and not because he needed help or anything. They skated like that for a while, Merlin pulling Arthur more than Arthur was actually skating. Merlin looked so happy, despite his cheeks and nose being horribly red from the cold and his glasses being all askew on his nose. Arthur wanted badly to pull him off the rink and snog him senseless.
“It’s not so bad, is it?” Merlin asked, moving a little closer to be heard over the music.
Arthur didn’t answer him, just concentrated on moving forwards and not bumping into Merlin.
“I’d like to do this more often. With you,” Merlin said, slowing down to a stop, pulling Arthur closer. Arthur only wobbled a little before he steadied himself with his hands on Merlin’s hips.
“You won’t be saying that when we get home and I’m far too sore to do anything,” Arthur grumbled, shoving his cold hands in Merlin’s pockets. Merlin laughed and pressed a kiss to Arthur’s chin, starting to skate backwards again, very carefully.
“If it’s any consolation, you look very cute with a big bum,” Merlin said, reaching around to pinch the padding Arthur wore on his butt.
“I hate you so very much,” Arthur growled lowly.
“Well, I love you,” Merlin answered, smiling softly.
Arthur, who still wasn’t quite used to hearing it being said so sincerely to him, just smiled and nodded, “Me too… Happy anniversary.”