Cold Feet, Warm Heart
Title: Cold Feet, Warm Heart
Author:tudor_rose445
Rating: PG-13, RPF
Characters/Pairings: Angel, Bradley, Arthur/Gwen
Spoilers: Seasons 1-4, particularly 4x13
Disclaimer: I own nothing. BBC owns "Merlin".
Summary: The Once and Future King and Queen shoot their first nighttime scene.
Notes:I thought I wasn't going to write RPF again, but I did. But hey, at least it's not in the romantic sense?
Merry Christmas everyone!
And hopefully I will get to "The Wife" sometime this week.
It’s only the second episode in for series five and she felt as if they had all never parted. It was so easy, now in their fifth year, to fall back into the swing of things. Hair and makeup at an ungodly hour, wardrobe, reading lines for the hundredth time, and then an oftentimes grueling day of shooting. It was a cycle that she had become comfortable with and didn’t wish to end anytime soon.
Yet things had changed. Her costumes were getting far more elaborate than the ‘sacks’ she had worn the first series. Her hair was actually being styled instead of being thrown over her shoulders.
But the biggest change was probably the fact that she was currently laying in bed with one Mr. Bradley James.
She stared up at the warehouse ceiling of the Cardiff studio as she felt Bradley slide into the other side of Arthur’s bed. Or rather, Arthur and Guinevere’s bed.
The scene for that morning involving them was mostly a dialogue heavy moment in the episode. With the threat of King Lot looming in the second part of the series opener, both king and queen were going to have a bedtime chat on Arthur’s fear of losing the capitol to the foreign king. It would be much like Gwen’s other ‘pep talks’, although the locale was far different than normal.
Bradley’s bare feet accidentally brushed against hers beneath the blankets, causing her to jump at the cold flesh.
He laughed as she shoved his shoulder.
“I’m surprised Gwen gets any sleep at all,” she said, leaning back against the expansive pillows as he adjusted his linen tunic.
“With Arthur snoring up a storm each night. Come to think of it, he’s probably a blanket hoarder too.”
“Please, Angel. I doubt either of them get any sleep. What’s it been….five years since they ‘fell in love’? I’m thinking they’re making up for lost time,” he teased, catching the slightest hint of a blush on his co-star’s cheeks.
As the show was for families she knew she would never have to actually shoot a sex scene with her blond friend. Katie had done one previously in “The Tudors”, but had told her that it was so professionally done that any sensual aspect of it disappeared. Still, she had never done a nude scene before. And with another person, no less.
He jammed his feet onto her right leg, jolting her back with his frozen toes.
“Although, if Arthur keeps not wearing socks to bed, I don’t blame Gwen for holding out on him,” she teased, watching as he rolled his eyes.
“Cold feet, warm heart,” he said, messing up the saying to her amusement.
But then the assistant director was calling for silence and the boom mic was being perched above them. She schooled her features into one of concern as she settled down amongst the blankets. The two left Angel and Bradley behind, and instead seemingly transformed into Guinevere and Arthur.
The scene between both king and queen came across as quite heartfelt. Each seemed genuinely concerned with the other’s words. It was nearly perfect, save for the occasional twitch in Angel’s eye which corresponded with the movement of Bradley’s cold feet.
‘No’, Angel thought as the scene was finished and the lighting adjusted for another take.
‘Arthur wouldn’t be getting anything from Gwen if he didn’t put socks on.’