You've got two choices.
Either you choose him.
Or you choose me.
Mattie looked at the text message and felt her stomach drop.
She wished she could just text back that she had chosen, that he could go back to his life before of sleeping with whatever pretty face he could find.
But that was before he had kissed her.
She bit her nails nervously as she waited by the side of the building. Gwaine had set up for her and Merlin to meet up there, so that they could finally confess their feelings for each other without worry of stares and whisperings.
"True Love is a tad late," Gwaine said with a small smirk, trying to lighten the mood.
She just looked at him nervously and went back to biting her nails.
"Calm down Mattil," Gwaine said quietly at first. "He'll show up."
She had practically her whole hand in her mouth when Gwaine grabbed her wrist and plucked it out of her mouth, laughing.
"I think Merlin wants a girlfriend with a hand."
She smiled a small smile.
"Look, are you really this nervous?"
She looked up at him and murmured, "Terrified."
And she looked so nervous, so on edge, that Gwaine didn't even think when he pressed his lips against her own.
He had meant it as a friendly gesture to get her to calm down long enough to actually breathe.
Instead, he found himself kissing her forcefully, emotions he did not even know he had spilling out of him with the kiss. He expected her to shove him away and run off to her Prince Charming. Leave him to deal with these new feelings.
Except she didn't. She kissed him back with just as much force. He barely thought as he began to lift her dress, only to hear a horrified gasp.
They broke apart, and found themselves looking at Arthur, who looked...horrified? Disgusted? Angry? All they knew was, this could never get back to Merlin.
It would break his heart.