Hiya! Okay, so anyone else think there was chemistry between Merlin and Gawain? Well I did and here's a little oneshot dedicated to that!
Disclaimer: I don't own anything of BBC's Merlin.
Setting: While Merlin and Gawain are polishing the army boots.
Please Read and Review. Flamers shall be Trashed!
"You know if you just told them you're a noble, you wouldn't have to do this."
"Most probably." He replied with a charming grin. "But then what excuse would I have to be in your enlightening company?" Though spoken frivolously, Merlin found Gawain's dark eyes to be completely serious, along with something else that he couldn't identify.
Feeling nervous by the remark, palms all sweaty, Merlin bit his lip, before throwing Gawain one of his infamous innocent simpleton smiles. "Ger'off." Merlin muttered, chuckling lightly, pleased when Gawain joined in.
"All right, but I do mean it Merlin." Gently, softly, he placed a tanned hand onto Merlin's knee.
Shivering nonchalantly, Merlin nodded and smiled sweetly. "Okay." Was all he said in reply.
"Okay." Gawain echoed. Before they both settled into a companionable relaxed silence, save for the consistent brushing of what appeared to be an endless amount of brown boots.