Kissing Is Underrated; Merlin RPF
Title: Kissing is Underrated
Authors: mydoctortennant
Pairings/Characters: Bradley/Angel, Colin/Katie
Warnings: Kissing... spoilers maybe if you hven't seen set pics, but if you haven't you wouldn't know they were...
Disclaimer: Not real. Despite birthday wishes and night time prayers to Santa (all Hail Amy Pond!) Merlin and it's actors still aren't mine!
Rating: 14
Summary: Katie and Angel made a bet; who could kiss one of the boys first?
Author Notes: Written for the marvelous mustbethursday3 for prompting.
My Merlin Prompt Table
Two? A fucking two? It that it?
He didn’t care if she had been joking but that had hurt.
Bradley made a deal with himself then and there: he would show her.
x
Back in March 2008 Angel Coulby and Katie McGrath had decided to go to the pub with each other in order to bond a little to base their characters friendship off of their own. It had been pretty easy to fall into, they bounced off of each other so well and Katie had to be one of the easiest people to get along with that Angel had ever met.
Bradley was too much of a joker. She could see herself getting along with him just fine (she would have to) but he seemed a little odd in her eyes; awkward a lot of the time. Colin on the other hand was easy, confusingly odd, but he had a particular quality about him that made him easier to tolerate than Bradley.
The two girls had sat in the pub, laughing and joking and drinking far much more than they ever thought they would have, with the night ending up with Katie declaring that they should make a bet. She’d fumbled in her bag for a pen and grabbed one of the napkins from the centre stash on the table and started to write.
I Katie McGrath bet you Angel Coulby that I will kiss one of the boys first.
And she signed it handing it to Angel without a second thought. The older female had read it and laughed, repeating the sentence below and signing it to. She ripped it in half and gave Katie the half she had written and kept the part her new friend had forged before she declared that they should get another drink.
By the next morning Angel had forgotten all about the bet they had placed.
Nerves had started to take over. Filming started on Monday for what could potentially be the biggest part of her career.
X
Katie declared when they received the scripts for ‘The Poisoned Chalice’ that in character snogging didn’t count. Angel had argued that it was more of a peck than a snog (of course it hadn’t ended up that way at all). Katie also ruled that a peck on the cheek didn’t count. It had to be a full on-the-lips kiss that was 100 percent out of character.
It hadn’t been as easy as Angel thought it would be.
Eventually Katie had won. She’d been out for dinner with Colin (in a completely platonic way so Katie and Colin both claimed that afternoon as Bradley and Angel had picked up on their ‘date’) and on their return to his flat for one final bottle of wine Katie had claimed that she had kissed him on the lips as a thank you.
Angel hadn’t believed a word of it; whether they had kissed or if they had whether or not it was truly a friendship gesture over anything more.
Despite the bet being won by Katie, Angel didn’t think it completely fair that she had one up on her. Angel had the scenes in the show, had it been including in character action she would have won in the first block. But now it was nearing the end of the final block and she still had yet to fulfil her end of the bet.
At the wrap party she had kissed both Colin and Bradley but so had Katie in exactly the same vein so her counterpart had informed her in a teasing remark that that didn’t count either. Angel merely jibed back something about Katie wanting her kiss with Colin with have lasted a little longer than it had.
x
By the BFI screening for the first two episodes of series three she still hadn’t managed to win her wide of the bet. Sure she had kissed Bradley a number of times but every time it had been in character.
Somebody in the audience had asked her how she would rate his kissing skills. Jokingly she had replied with a ‘Two’ out of Ten causing laughter amongst the audience. Bradley had looked faux-offended before laughing and well, she thought he’d laugh it up.
Two weeks later, back in Pierrefonds, they were readying themselves to film on horses into the courtyard with some of the others. Only this time, it was her on the horse, not him.
They had practised him lifting her from the horse a few times back at base camp before heading down to the set. The first time she had giggled and squirmed, accidentally kicking him in the shin, “I think we need some practise,” he’d laughed as he rubbed his forming bruise over the material of his Arthur trousers (still in his flip-flops before putting his socks and boots on). They rehearsed a few more times and had it perfected by the time they’d been called onto set.
Two out of ten, Bradley thought to himself as they’d walked across the bridge into the courtyard.
x
Bradley walked across the courtyard towards the guys and Angel on horses. Rupert was grinning like a mad thing as Bradley came to the side of Angel’s, or rather Gwen’s, horse. With practised excellence he lowered her from the horse and in one fluid movement he slipped his hand to her waist, and kissed her as the script and director instructed.
Next step she pushed onto her toes and hugged him.
“More than a two?” he whispered into her ear out of sight. Angel smiled wider but said nothing.
x
Angel had never had much of an issue with kissing Bradley. She knew it was something she was going to have to do one day and a lot from then on. When they’d filmed series two she’d gotten used to looking at Bradley like he was the love of her life and kissing him like there was no other person in the whole of her existence who would ever mean anything to them.
In truth she hadn’t expected it to mean all that much. Bradley was her co-star and her mate. She hadn’t expected to then want him to be the one who she won this bet with.
“Two out of ten?” Bradley asked her as they queued up for their dinner that evening for their hour break before heading back to the closed castle for more filming.
“I was thinking of retracting the statement.”
“Changing it to eleven?”
“I was going to go for one, actually,” she laughed as she picked up her tray and headed over to the table.
“You’re terrible.”
“No, Bradley, you are.”
Angel finished her dinner relatively quickly. She had to change costumes for the night’s shoot. She shut her trailer door behind her and grabbed onto her shirt and pulled it over her head, having removed the faux-fur prior to eating.
She stood in her underwear, ready to step into her dress, just as the door to her trailer opened.
She could have sworn that she’d locked it.
She jumped, holding her lavender dress in front of her. She was thankful it was long, but all of a sudden she was freezing, with goose-bumps on her arms as Bradley stepped into her trailer, not noticing her slight case of clothes-less-ness as he closed (and locked) the door behind him.
“Two out of ten?” he asked again as he looked towards her and finally realised quite how little she was wearing. He smirked and made no secret of checking out everything he could see.
“Yes, two. Now go.”
“No,” he shook his head, “Admit you like it, at least to a seven and I’ll go.”
“I’m trying to change,” she was very aware of her state of undress and his presence wasn’t making her any more at ease.
“Yes, I see that,” his eyes flashed as he looked her up and down once again, “Now say it.”
“Then prove it,” it was one of those moments in her life where her mouth spoke before her brain could catch up and tell her it was a bad idea. Though it didn’t feel like a bad idea when he’d taken the two steps towards her put his hand to her cheek and kissed her firmly on the lips.
Using his other hand he pulled the dress from between them and pulled her into him. With his hand flush to the skin of her lower back. He parted his lips and kissed her again, skimming his tongue across her lip waiting for her to respond. Which she did instantly.
Her skin tingled beneath his hot touch. He stomach muscles contracted in her anxiety.
“More than a two?” he asked with his forehead against hers lips mere millimetres from her own.
“In such a comprising position, lacking anything but my underwear?”
“Yeah?”
“Definitely more than a two.”
When Angel had fulfilled her side of the bet she hadn’t expected for it to be then repeated twice, three, even four times. Maybe it was the lack of clothing that had made her lose her inhibitions. Or the fact that it didn’t seem to bother Bradley at all.
“I need to get dressed.”
“I quite like you as you are,” he leant into her and kissed her again.
No, Angel had never expected three years ago that she would have lost the bet to Katie kissing Colin on a ‘non-date’. Nor did she expect to finally win her side of it by kissing Bradley in her trailer in nothing but her bra and knickers. Nor did she expect to want it to happen again and sometime soon. Perhaps lacking the underwear (and all of his attire.)
Authors: mydoctortennant
Pairings/Characters: Bradley/Angel, Colin/Katie
Warnings: Kissing... spoilers maybe if you hven't seen set pics, but if you haven't you wouldn't know they were...
Disclaimer: Not real. Despite birthday wishes and night time prayers to Santa (all Hail Amy Pond!) Merlin and it's actors still aren't mine!
Rating: 14
Summary: Katie and Angel made a bet; who could kiss one of the boys first?
Author Notes: Written for the marvelous mustbethursday3 for prompting.
My Merlin Prompt Table
Two? A fucking two? It that it?
He didn’t care if she had been joking but that had hurt.
Bradley made a deal with himself then and there: he would show her.
x
Back in March 2008 Angel Coulby and Katie McGrath had decided to go to the pub with each other in order to bond a little to base their characters friendship off of their own. It had been pretty easy to fall into, they bounced off of each other so well and Katie had to be one of the easiest people to get along with that Angel had ever met.
Bradley was too much of a joker. She could see herself getting along with him just fine (she would have to) but he seemed a little odd in her eyes; awkward a lot of the time. Colin on the other hand was easy, confusingly odd, but he had a particular quality about him that made him easier to tolerate than Bradley.
The two girls had sat in the pub, laughing and joking and drinking far much more than they ever thought they would have, with the night ending up with Katie declaring that they should make a bet. She’d fumbled in her bag for a pen and grabbed one of the napkins from the centre stash on the table and started to write.
I Katie McGrath bet you Angel Coulby that I will kiss one of the boys first.
And she signed it handing it to Angel without a second thought. The older female had read it and laughed, repeating the sentence below and signing it to. She ripped it in half and gave Katie the half she had written and kept the part her new friend had forged before she declared that they should get another drink.
By the next morning Angel had forgotten all about the bet they had placed.
Nerves had started to take over. Filming started on Monday for what could potentially be the biggest part of her career.
X
Katie declared when they received the scripts for ‘The Poisoned Chalice’ that in character snogging didn’t count. Angel had argued that it was more of a peck than a snog (of course it hadn’t ended up that way at all). Katie also ruled that a peck on the cheek didn’t count. It had to be a full on-the-lips kiss that was 100 percent out of character.
It hadn’t been as easy as Angel thought it would be.
Eventually Katie had won. She’d been out for dinner with Colin (in a completely platonic way so Katie and Colin both claimed that afternoon as Bradley and Angel had picked up on their ‘date’) and on their return to his flat for one final bottle of wine Katie had claimed that she had kissed him on the lips as a thank you.
Angel hadn’t believed a word of it; whether they had kissed or if they had whether or not it was truly a friendship gesture over anything more.
Despite the bet being won by Katie, Angel didn’t think it completely fair that she had one up on her. Angel had the scenes in the show, had it been including in character action she would have won in the first block. But now it was nearing the end of the final block and she still had yet to fulfil her end of the bet.
At the wrap party she had kissed both Colin and Bradley but so had Katie in exactly the same vein so her counterpart had informed her in a teasing remark that that didn’t count either. Angel merely jibed back something about Katie wanting her kiss with Colin with have lasted a little longer than it had.
x
By the BFI screening for the first two episodes of series three she still hadn’t managed to win her wide of the bet. Sure she had kissed Bradley a number of times but every time it had been in character.
Somebody in the audience had asked her how she would rate his kissing skills. Jokingly she had replied with a ‘Two’ out of Ten causing laughter amongst the audience. Bradley had looked faux-offended before laughing and well, she thought he’d laugh it up.
Two weeks later, back in Pierrefonds, they were readying themselves to film on horses into the courtyard with some of the others. Only this time, it was her on the horse, not him.
They had practised him lifting her from the horse a few times back at base camp before heading down to the set. The first time she had giggled and squirmed, accidentally kicking him in the shin, “I think we need some practise,” he’d laughed as he rubbed his forming bruise over the material of his Arthur trousers (still in his flip-flops before putting his socks and boots on). They rehearsed a few more times and had it perfected by the time they’d been called onto set.
Two out of ten, Bradley thought to himself as they’d walked across the bridge into the courtyard.
x
Bradley walked across the courtyard towards the guys and Angel on horses. Rupert was grinning like a mad thing as Bradley came to the side of Angel’s, or rather Gwen’s, horse. With practised excellence he lowered her from the horse and in one fluid movement he slipped his hand to her waist, and kissed her as the script and director instructed.
Next step she pushed onto her toes and hugged him.
“More than a two?” he whispered into her ear out of sight. Angel smiled wider but said nothing.
x
Angel had never had much of an issue with kissing Bradley. She knew it was something she was going to have to do one day and a lot from then on. When they’d filmed series two she’d gotten used to looking at Bradley like he was the love of her life and kissing him like there was no other person in the whole of her existence who would ever mean anything to them.
In truth she hadn’t expected it to mean all that much. Bradley was her co-star and her mate. She hadn’t expected to then want him to be the one who she won this bet with.
“Two out of ten?” Bradley asked her as they queued up for their dinner that evening for their hour break before heading back to the closed castle for more filming.
“I was thinking of retracting the statement.”
“Changing it to eleven?”
“I was going to go for one, actually,” she laughed as she picked up her tray and headed over to the table.
“You’re terrible.”
“No, Bradley, you are.”
Angel finished her dinner relatively quickly. She had to change costumes for the night’s shoot. She shut her trailer door behind her and grabbed onto her shirt and pulled it over her head, having removed the faux-fur prior to eating.
She stood in her underwear, ready to step into her dress, just as the door to her trailer opened.
She could have sworn that she’d locked it.
She jumped, holding her lavender dress in front of her. She was thankful it was long, but all of a sudden she was freezing, with goose-bumps on her arms as Bradley stepped into her trailer, not noticing her slight case of clothes-less-ness as he closed (and locked) the door behind him.
“Two out of ten?” he asked again as he looked towards her and finally realised quite how little she was wearing. He smirked and made no secret of checking out everything he could see.
“Yes, two. Now go.”
“No,” he shook his head, “Admit you like it, at least to a seven and I’ll go.”
“I’m trying to change,” she was very aware of her state of undress and his presence wasn’t making her any more at ease.
“Yes, I see that,” his eyes flashed as he looked her up and down once again, “Now say it.”
“Then prove it,” it was one of those moments in her life where her mouth spoke before her brain could catch up and tell her it was a bad idea. Though it didn’t feel like a bad idea when he’d taken the two steps towards her put his hand to her cheek and kissed her firmly on the lips.
Using his other hand he pulled the dress from between them and pulled her into him. With his hand flush to the skin of her lower back. He parted his lips and kissed her again, skimming his tongue across her lip waiting for her to respond. Which she did instantly.
Her skin tingled beneath his hot touch. He stomach muscles contracted in her anxiety.
“More than a two?” he asked with his forehead against hers lips mere millimetres from her own.
“In such a comprising position, lacking anything but my underwear?”
“Yeah?”
“Definitely more than a two.”
When Angel had fulfilled her side of the bet she hadn’t expected for it to be then repeated twice, three, even four times. Maybe it was the lack of clothing that had made her lose her inhibitions. Or the fact that it didn’t seem to bother Bradley at all.
“I need to get dressed.”
“I quite like you as you are,” he leant into her and kissed her again.
No, Angel had never expected three years ago that she would have lost the bet to Katie kissing Colin on a ‘non-date’. Nor did she expect to finally win her side of it by kissing Bradley in her trailer in nothing but her bra and knickers. Nor did she expect to want it to happen again and sometime soon. Perhaps lacking the underwear (and all of his attire.)