The Emrys household were shown to their table that evening by Uther. A young chap, as in the one who ticked off Arthur about what he can and can't lay his hands on, would be serving them.

"Gaius, Balinor, Hunith, Merlin and Gwen. I'd like to introduce you to Gwaine Monroe, he'll be your waiter this evening. He's reading English at St Andrews"

"Impressive" Balinor gave a nod to Gwaine, who was trying to remain his best or he was heading home.

"Gwaine. These are my special guests, so give them anything they ask for."

"A pleasure." Gwaine charmingly added, eyeing Gwen.

"Thank you Uther." Gaius added as they began ordering their starters.


A good hour or so later, instead of the place looking like the restaurant and bar to the resort, it was if a king was throwing a banquet and invited everyone to court. "Look at all this leftover food." Hunith grumbled, eyeing the pastries and other leftovers laying above the tablecloth. Merlin had an idea on what to do with the food, and both he and Gwen came up with a solution. "The food should go to the poor and homeless."

Balinor grinned at his son, always trying to do better and keep the world at peace. He'll turn out to be fine young chap. "Gwaine, anything we don't finish up, wrap it up and take it to the homeless kitchens."

Uther was observing his apprentices as he returned to their table and admired Gwaine's work, using his charm to pull it off. "You see Uther, our baby is going to change the world." Uther then turned to Gwen, who he knew very little of. "And what about you missy?"

Merlin commented before she could echo a word out. "Oh Gwen here is going to tailor and decorate it."

"Oh, I think she already does." Gwaine added. collecting the leftovers, Gwen blushing a clear scarlet red.

Uther then introduced a young female to the group. "Everyone, I'd like you to meet Freya. She goes to Aberyswyth University studying Communications."

"Nice to meet you Freya. Our baby here is starting Warwickshire University in the autumn where he's reading Theology."

"Sounds awesome."


The group, including Freya, were now all in the ballroom. From the adults point of view, Freya seemed a perfect match for Merlin, someone he could easily relate to. Truth was, even though Freya was indeed a nice young lady, she wasn't his type. The Jazz band were playing a number in the background upon the stage as the tourists were dancing the foxtrot on the ballroom, well, were trying to at least.

After the song had finished, the tempo changed in a sudden, south-American type of beat, meaning a different dance alltogether. Suddenly, the spotlight hit on a professional dance couple hitting the floor, supposedly showing off. It turned out to be Arthur and some woman.

"Who are they?" Merlin asked as they tried to imitate the dance.

"Oh, they're the dance people. The guy is Arthur Pendragon and the lady is Morgana le Fay."

"Oh..."

"Showing off with each other won't sell dance lessons."

Although, many 'wow's' were being aimed at the couple from various directions, the sound bouncing off the walls as all eyes turned to them. Merlin had given up trying to dance the mambo and gazed on Arthur. Damn he was good! Uther's entrance, who was already on shaky grounds with the pair, caused the couple to stop their current actions, and to go and teach the holiday-goers.


Feeling miserable with himself, and only being the second day in of their trip, Merlin excused himself and went off for a slow stroll. Wouldn't a little peace be nice right now? The young male continued up the long, winding path, not noticing the sign which restricts members of the public, and hears some form of uplifting music, his feet carrying him closer to the source.

"Hey! What do you think you're doing up here?" The young fella who offered him a job the day before startled Merlin, telling the lad to return to the main house. The fella looked a little older than Merlin, but no more than by a couple of years. He went by the name of Leon, who was Arthur's cousin. He himself had been making his way to the staff bullding, carrying three watermelons, and was clearly struggling.

"Hey! I saw you dancing with Uther's little apprentice girl." Leon ridiculed Merlin, shoving the watermelon back into Leon, who stumbled and nearly fell.

"Fine. Can you keep a secret? Your parents would kill you and Uther would kill me." Merlin heaved one of the watermelons off Leon, and followed him in the direction up the steps and towards the house.


Thrusting the doors open with his hips as his hands were full, Leon presented the scene from inside the buiding. There was an endless array of couples dancing to what seemed to be inappropriate dancing, or as some would call it, dirty dancing. Leon offered Merlin to give the dancing a go, but raised a hand to decline. Leon and Merlin manoeuvred between the couples, trying to carry the watermelons over to the other side of the dance floor. Within minutes, the song had changed, where Arthur and Morgana entered the mob of sweaty, drunk dancers. Arthur took a bottle being shoved at him, downing the burning liquid, as he grabbed Morgana and beginning to erotically dance with his partner. Trying not to make things plain obvious, Merlin snapped himself from daydreaming over imagining Arthur and himself doing the dance together, as Arthur moved across the dance floor, his now unbuttoned shirt hugging his torso in all the right places.

"They look great together." Merlin absent-mindedly muttered, watching the couple sway to the music.

"Yeah, you'd think they're a couple." Leon agreed, starting some small talk.

"Well aren't they?"

"No. For many years they were friends, only to discover in their teens that they were half-siblings."

Arthur noticed the unfamilar lad and went to question his cousin.

"Hey cousin! Who's this?"

"He's with me."

"I carried a watermelon!" Merlin blurted out as if it were the most impressive task to be set.

Arthur made his way over to dance with another woman, Merlin cursing one's self. "Jesus! What has my life become?"


Arthur made his way around the dance floor, with clearly enough adrenaline to not need any sleep for a week, where he made his way towards Merlin, motioning a very flaunting way to join him in a dance. Merlin stood there gobsmacked. Arthur bloody Pendragon wanted him to dance with him? Merlin knew he couldn't dance though and would look ridiculous, but with the flirtatious and hungry-eyed look Arthur was shooting, Merlin couldn't help himself but drink everything in, and made his way over to Arthur.

Positioning Merlin in the correct form to enable to dance, he made Merlin roll his hips, keeping his eyes focused on Arthur's. Drinking in the sight, Merlin hadn't noticed that Arthur had inched them closer together and placed a leg between Merlin's, as they grinded their hips together. Arthur had one toned arm around Merlin's waist and the other slung around his shouders. Merlin having both his arms wound around his backs, eyes not leaving each other. What both of them didn't realise is that by the end of the dance, both had boners, and sheepishly made their way out of the way in seperate directions to take care of things as the night wheeled itself away.