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Amy ([personal profile] such_heights) wrote2009-09-28 12:49 am

Merlin Kisslets

Two things from recent [community profile] camelot_fleet parties, because I enjoy hanging out there and writing unabashed fluff at the weekends.

Strawberry Fields
Merlin ; Morgana/Gwen/Merlin ; PG ; no spoilers ; 300 words
"See, who'd want to be crown prince anyway?"



"See, who'd want to be crown prince anyway?" says Morgana as they head away from the castle. "Arthur's stuck in sweaty armour all day, while we get to go and do whatever we like."

Gwen turns to Merlin. "Have you been this way before?"

Merlin laughs. "It's not like Arthur ever takes me out on picnics."

"Well, more fool him," says Morgana.

Gwen smiles, and squeezes Merlin's hand.

They walk out into the dappled sunlight, away from the harsh white stone of Camelot into the cooler forest, full of greens and browns and soft shadows. Gwen feels as though she's breathing in the woods all around her, lazy and earthy and good.

They sit by the water's shore, and Gwen sets out plates with hunks of bread and cheese. They eat heartily while Merlin tells them funny stories about Arthur and Morgana kicks off her shoes and trails her feet in the clear water.

Gwen settles down in the long grass, staring up at the sky and licking strawberry juice from her mouth. She feels wonderfully, gloriously idle, and she can't remember the last time she indulged so freely in doing nothing at all.

Merlin sits down beside her and glances over at her, a strange expression on his face. Gwen props herself up. "What is it?"

"I --" Merlin says, "you've got --"

He gestures ineffectually, then he darts forward and kisses Gwen's mouth. His kiss is light and sweet just as Gwen has imagined it would be, and she smiles when he draws away.

"Oh," Morgana says quietly, watching them.

Gwen laughs a little and stretches out her hand. Morgana takes it cautiously, and then her eyes widen as Gwen nods, leans forward, and kisses Morgana.

They trade kisses like that for a long while, the three of them, gentle and slow. Gwen holds their hands and shares their smiles until the sun is low in the west and the taste of sweet fruit lingers in all their mouths.

*



Dancing Lessons
Merlin ; Gwen/Morgana ; PG-13 ; no spoilers ; 900 words
"I'm not dancing with him, I refuse," says Morgana. "I'm not having his paws all over me again."



Morgana lies back on the bed, groaning. "Can't you go and tell Uther I'm sick with some horrible malady?"

"No, I can't," Gwen says patiently, for the third time that half hour, "because Gaius will come and check and you're not that good a faker."

Morgana throws an arm over her face.

"Which dress do you want to wear?" Gwen asks.

"I don't care," says Morgana, muffled.

Gwen considers for a moment, then lays out the green. It's the one Morgana likes best when she's feeling cantankerous.

"I hate him, I hate him so much," says Morgana.

"I know," Gwen says soothingly. Morgana's got good reason to: Prince Godwin, who dines at Uther's pleasure tonight along with his mother, is an entitled idiot who would put Arthur to shame, and he has nursed a passion for Morgana for years.

"I'm not dancing with him, I refuse," says Morgana. "I'm not having his paws all over me again."

Gwen sighs. "Well, if you do, just try not to smash a plate over his head this time. At least --" she continues over Morgana's splutters, "not somewhere Uther can see, all right?"

Morgana grins ruefully and gets to her feet. "Deal." She looks at the dress and smiles at Gwen. "Perfect."

"Thought so," Gwen says, mostly to herself. "Come on, sooner you get down there, sooner you can finish your obligatory dance and leave Godwin well alone."

"Fine." Morgana relaxes a little and lets Gwen dress her, tilting and turning almost unconsciously as they both perform the moves of the dance they've learned over the years.

Gwen brushes Morgana's hair back from her face and clasps it the way she knows she likes it, and Morgana nods her approval in the mirror.

"I'll do," she says.

"You look beautiful," Gwen counters.

Morgana smiles a little and squeezes Gwen's hand. Then her eyes glint and she turns around to face her. "Right, help me get ready."

"I just did?"

"No, I mean, let me practice how I'm going to be a proper lady of the court and not create a scene." Morgana rolls her eyes. "For your sake only, I'll have you know."

"I just think it'll be easier for you. Godwin's a pig, but he'll gone tomorrow for a year."

"Thank goodness for that." Morgana holds up Gwen's hands. "Right, let me practice being a simpering, docile lady."

Gwen snorts. "I don't think you'll be very good at that."

"Well, I can try." Morgana smiles. "Come on, pretend you're Godwin?"

"What? I --"

"Please,' says Morgana. "Just play along."

Gwen lets out a long-suffering sigh, though she ruins the effect with a laugh as Morgana starts moving their hands, placing Gwen's hand on her waist.

"My lady," says Gwen, in a terrible false baritone, "may I have this dance?"

Morgana inclines her head daintily. "You may, my lord." After Gwen does nothing, she hisses, "You have to lead!"

"Oh! Right, sorry." Gwen steps back a little clumsily, drawing Morgana with her. Morgana nearly tramples her feet.

Morgana bursts laughing, resting her forehead on Gwen's shoulder. "Oh, I can see this is going to go wonderfully."

"Try and remember to actually follow, and you'll be fine. Let's try again."

This time, Gwen finds her rhythm a little more easily and draws Morgana out in swift circles around the room. Morgana keeps pace but doesn't try to take control, and before long they've got it. Gwen starts to move them faster and faster, just for fun, and Morgana starts laughing, bright and loud and not ladylike at all.

Gwen eventually has to pull away, doubled over with a pain in her side after the combination of exertion and mirth.

"I don't think that's quite how I'll do it at the feast," says Morgana, giggling.

"No, maybe not."

"I like this way better," says Morgana, suddenly quiet.

Gwen straightens up, and Morgana pushes back her shoulders as though she's about to do something reckless. Her hand rests on Gwen's arm, and it's as though all the air has suddenly gone out of the room, Gwen can't breathe, and so she does the only thing that seems possible, which is to press her parted, nervous lips to Morgana's. It's feather-light and not nearly enough, and Gwen draws away.

"I'm so sorry, I --"

Morgana's eyes are wide, and Gwen stands utterly still, transfixed.

"Don't apologise," says Morgana, and loops her arm around her waist, pulling Gwen in close. She kisses Gwen then, slow and forceful and with so much clear desire that Gwen wonders whether her heart is about to beat right out of her chest. She meets Morgana at her hips at her mouth, the culmination of so much waiting.

"The feast," she says after a long moment, strangled. "You have to go."

"Damn the feast," Morgana mutters.

"Go," says Gwen, pushing Morgana away a little. "I'll still be here when you get back."

Morgana bites her lip. "I'll leave as soon as I can. Gwen, are you -- are you certain? I don't want you to think that --"

"As sure I am of anything," Gwen says quickly. "Always have been." The truth of it is bright and aching in her throat, and she watches slow revelation spread across Morgana's face.

"I'll be back," she says again, and kisses the corner of Gwen's mouth.

"I know," says Gwen, and smiles brilliantly as Morgana leaves, pressing a palm to the base of her throat. She can wait just a little longer.
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[personal profile] youarefree 2009-09-28 12:17 am (UTC)(link)
Looooove these! Gwen/Morgana/Merlin is my new... thing. I would say obsession, only I don't have the time to have a non-science related obsession, so we'll just say "thing". Anyway, these were both really sweet ficlets, and cheered me up a bit. Especially these three lines:

Merlin laughs. "It's not like Arthur ever takes me out on picnics."

"Well, more fool him," says Morgana.

Gwen smiles, and squeezes Merlin's hand.


That little scene is my DREAM COME TRUE.
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[personal profile] glass_icarus 2009-09-28 12:28 am (UTC)(link)
OMG, you already know i love the first one, but EEEEE, the second one! &hearts &hearts &hearts

my gleeface is --------------------THIS--------------------- BIG.
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[identity profile] sunnyrea.livejournal.com 2009-09-28 12:50 am (UTC)(link)
Every time I read your Gwen/Morgana stories its just perfect. I love the image of them dancing!
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[personal profile] builtofsorrow 2009-09-28 01:18 am (UTC)(link)
♥! These are fantastically, perfectly lovely, as usual. These entirely made my night.
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[personal profile] gorgeousnerd 2009-09-28 01:54 am (UTC)(link)
These are great, but I loved the first one in particular. It captured the feeling of sweetness that I like about the show, and about all of the characters.
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[personal profile] true_statement 2009-09-28 09:57 am (UTC)(link)
Gwen gives such good kisses, and you give such good Gwen!
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[personal profile] lefaym 2009-09-28 11:30 pm (UTC)(link)
These are both lovely, but I especially like the second one.

The world needs more Gwen/Morgana, it really really does.
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[personal profile] wanderlight 2009-10-01 03:37 am (UTC)(link)
Amy, I absolutely love the way you write Gwen/Morgana. Nothing makes me smile as much as this ship right now, honestly. ♥
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[personal profile] secondsilk 2009-10-12 12:16 pm (UTC)(link)
These are wonderful.
I read them when you actually posted them, and they were just what I needed.