Merlin/Arthur Kiss Meme

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♥ Merlin/Arthur Kiss Meme ♥

This meme is all about Merlin/Arthur kisses! \o/ Lots and lots of kisses! Be they sweet and fluffy, hot and dirty, or just necking like teenagers, any kisses are welcome! The more the better!

The rules:
1. No porn (that's what the kink meme is for), just kisses

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Re: The One Where Arthur Sells Tongue B/C Being Rich Is Hard Life (Part 2)

[derryere]

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Merlin finds him leaning against the shed wall. Hair parted sideways, no coat, tie slightly undone and sleeves rolled up. He's smoking, looking from the ground to the shadowed quad in the distance, squinting at the lights of the main building. He hasn't noticed Merlin yet, and Merlin doesn't know how to announce himself and feels too silly to just stand around, waiting to be acknowledged.

In the end he winds up choking out a far too loud exclamation of, "In the mangle!" into the clear evening, cringing at the instant echo it creates.

Arthur looks up at him, easy, calmly smiling around his fag--exhaling a puff of smoke. "Smooth," he says.

Merlin shifts, uncomfortable, rubbing his clammy palms to the sides of his trousers.

"Well?" Arthur prompts when Merlin doesn't elaborate on his presence. He blinks slowly, unaffected, and Merlin's throat goes dry.

"I, uh," he starts, clears his throat. It's painful. "They said you'd be here? Said to--uhm, say, the . . . " He doesn't want to voice it, not really. Would rather look stupid, and so ends up repeating, "Mangle?"

Arthur snorts, pushes himself a bit further up the wall--head tilting back, looking at Merlin down his nose. "S'fifty quid. Cash."

"I know," Merlin hurries to confirm. Then, "I mean, yeah. Yes. I've . . ." He fumbles with the money in his pocket, the crumpled notes and five coins he'd been working up to through a Christmas and a pawned watch. He's not sure how he imagined this bit to go, how suave he thought he could be with sticky hands and a fistful of bills, but he definitely was not prepared for the awkwardness of stepping up to Arthur with an unsteady little slip on the mud--holding out both clutched hands, ready to dispose of the ball of money with a hitching, uneasy little laugh.

Arthur looks at his hands then up at him, brow lifting up along with a corner of his mouth--something between disapproval and amusement. He holds open a palm, takes the money and easily pockets it. "All right," he says, sighing. "Just let me finish my smoke, yeah?"

Merlin gives a nod so nervous it's more a shaking of the head, wonders why it is he can't ever really seem to be as cool as he feels when he's on his own, and then settles next to Arthur--leaning back against the shed, heart high and heavy in his throat.

"I've seen you around, haven't I?" Arthur asks, inspecting his cigarette. Merlin stops breathing for a second. "With that boy, what's his face, something with a . . . "

"Barney," Merlin supplies.

"That's it. Barney." He smiles, as though remembering something, and gives Merlin a sideways glance. "Stop making yourself so bloody nervous, mate." Then, with another sly smile, "Won't tell anyone or something. It's confidential, this, you know."

"I know. I know it is." He nods at Arthur's pocket and because he never really could say the right thing or even keep his mouth shut, blurts out an additional, "Doubt I'm paying fifty quid for just a snog, right?" and then immediately feels his face heat up, frowns at his feet.

Next to him, Arthur laughs. "Exactly," he says. "So this is your first time, I take?"

Merlin says nothing. Blushes some more, stares some more.

"It's all right. No shame to it, mate." He takes a long drag, shifts the heel of his shoe to the mossy wall behind him. "So you got a lady you want to impress or something?"

At this Merlin looks up. It takes him a moment to reply, and when he finally does he only half believes the words as they come out of his mouth. "I suppose."