ficlet: dance with me
Title: dance with me
Rating: PG-13
Genre(s): romance
Word Count: ~440
Pairing(s) / Character(s): Arthur/Merlin (Gwen/Lance, Leon/Morgana)
Warnings / Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: I do not own Merlin
Summary: At their school leaving disco, Arthur finally asks Merlin to dance. Written for pylarwoman’s birthday! Her prompt was Heat Of The Moment by Asia.
“Merlin, you’re not dancing. Your friends are dancing. Come on, dance with me.”
Merlin raises an eyebrow at Arthur. He clutches his Coke and shakes his head wearily, looking past Arthur’s shoulder to search for Gwen with Lance, and Morgana with Leon.
“You’re drunk, aren’t you, you prat?”
Arthur looks indignant. “I’ve had like one beer, I can hold my liquor. Now stop being a pansy and dance.”
Before Merlin can protest, Arthur’s grabbed his arm and jerked him towards him. Their bodies bump together, awkward, and Merlin tenses as Arthur chuckles.
“Come on, you idiot.”
Then they’re on the dance floor, weaving into the middle of the teenagers surrounding them. The song is slow, and Arthur’s hands find Merlin’s waist, pulling him closer.
“Merlin,” Arthur chastises as he sways them along to the music. “Loosen up. Put your arms around my neck.”
“You’re drunk, Arthur, and we’re not even meant to have alcohol here,” Merlin complains, but he slides his hands up, clasping them together behind Arthur’s neck. “What are you doing?”
“What I’ve wanted to do for ages,” Arthur whispers, and he leans forward to press his lips to Merlin’s.
“Why do you always treat me like shit?”
Arthur blushes, and is glad for the darkness of the evening. He crowds Merlin further into the wall and presses their foreheads together.
“I… don’t know. I’ve always been like this. I push people away. It’s what I do.”
Merlin sighs softly, and Arthur can smell the sweetness of Coke.
“You’re a prat.”
Arthur laughs. “I know. You’ve told me that every day since the first day of school.”
“But… you’re a prat who bullies me because he likes me.”
Arthur is silent as he observes Merlin; looks into the blue hue of his eyes and feels his pulse beat faster in his wrists, used to pin Merlin’s against the wall.
“Yes.”
“Do you really think that’s wise?” Merlin quirks a grin, and Arthur wants to kiss it away, so very badly. “Liking me? Social reject? Unashamed geek?”
Arthur huffs his laughter, and he mouths a kiss along Merlin’s cheek, which has Merlin’s breath quickening, his grasp in Arthur’s shirt becoming even tighter. “Who cares? School’s out, and I don’t care. I like you, Merlin. I really like you. Always have.”
“You really are drunk,” Merlin says, amused, but there’s the barest hint of emotion thick in his voice.
“Not that drunk,” Arthur corrects, and grinning, he kisses Merlin again, thrusting his tongue in as both boys moan with the heat of it all - their bodies rubbing together, their mouths exploring one another, the summer air hot between them.
For Arthur and Merlin, it all begins tonight.
Rating: PG-13
Genre(s): romance
Word Count: ~440
Pairing(s) / Character(s): Arthur/Merlin (Gwen/Lance, Leon/Morgana)
Warnings / Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: I do not own Merlin
Summary: At their school leaving disco, Arthur finally asks Merlin to dance. Written for pylarwoman’s birthday! Her prompt was Heat Of The Moment by Asia.
“Merlin, you’re not dancing. Your friends are dancing. Come on, dance with me.”
Merlin raises an eyebrow at Arthur. He clutches his Coke and shakes his head wearily, looking past Arthur’s shoulder to search for Gwen with Lance, and Morgana with Leon.
“You’re drunk, aren’t you, you prat?”
Arthur looks indignant. “I’ve had like one beer, I can hold my liquor. Now stop being a pansy and dance.”
Before Merlin can protest, Arthur’s grabbed his arm and jerked him towards him. Their bodies bump together, awkward, and Merlin tenses as Arthur chuckles.
“Come on, you idiot.”
Then they’re on the dance floor, weaving into the middle of the teenagers surrounding them. The song is slow, and Arthur’s hands find Merlin’s waist, pulling him closer.
“Merlin,” Arthur chastises as he sways them along to the music. “Loosen up. Put your arms around my neck.”
“You’re drunk, Arthur, and we’re not even meant to have alcohol here,” Merlin complains, but he slides his hands up, clasping them together behind Arthur’s neck. “What are you doing?”
“What I’ve wanted to do for ages,” Arthur whispers, and he leans forward to press his lips to Merlin’s.
“Why do you always treat me like shit?”
Arthur blushes, and is glad for the darkness of the evening. He crowds Merlin further into the wall and presses their foreheads together.
“I… don’t know. I’ve always been like this. I push people away. It’s what I do.”
Merlin sighs softly, and Arthur can smell the sweetness of Coke.
“You’re a prat.”
Arthur laughs. “I know. You’ve told me that every day since the first day of school.”
“But… you’re a prat who bullies me because he likes me.”
Arthur is silent as he observes Merlin; looks into the blue hue of his eyes and feels his pulse beat faster in his wrists, used to pin Merlin’s against the wall.
“Yes.”
“Do you really think that’s wise?” Merlin quirks a grin, and Arthur wants to kiss it away, so very badly. “Liking me? Social reject? Unashamed geek?”
Arthur huffs his laughter, and he mouths a kiss along Merlin’s cheek, which has Merlin’s breath quickening, his grasp in Arthur’s shirt becoming even tighter. “Who cares? School’s out, and I don’t care. I like you, Merlin. I really like you. Always have.”
“You really are drunk,” Merlin says, amused, but there’s the barest hint of emotion thick in his voice.
“Not that drunk,” Arthur corrects, and grinning, he kisses Merlin again, thrusting his tongue in as both boys moan with the heat of it all - their bodies rubbing together, their mouths exploring one another, the summer air hot between them.
For Arthur and Merlin, it all begins tonight.