Merlin/Arthur, caught in the act. A Live Journal Prompt
Slash. Don't like don't read.
An Appalling Lack of Privacy:
Igraine stood completely aghast at the sight before her. She was a good Christian woman and this…this was just…so wrong…and yet…
No! It was wrong.
Her son (still so hard to think of him like that, but he was her son) stood with his back pressed against the stone wall. He was arching forward and his leg was wrapped around the other's hip, grinding their hips together. Thankfully, both were fully clothed. She thought that perhaps she'd pass out if one of them was less than completely covered.
Merlin brought his large, scar hand up from where it had worked its way into Arthur tunic. He curled his fingers around her son's neck and Arthur's head dropped back, breaking their desperate kisses. Arthur groaned. Merlin's other hand, which hand been holding his body up and away from the younger man, moved to disappear between their bodies.
She gasped. At least, now she understood why Merlin had rebuffed her advances.
The two froze. Arthur's heavy breathing the only sound in the dim, deserted hallway. Merlin hand broke away from Arthur's body and slammed against the stones behind him. Arthur let out a keening whine from the back of his throat and Igraine was horrified.
She'd been attempting to convince herself that Merlin had somehow forced this (not that she really thought he would or that he'd need to… but it was her son). But the noise that Arthur was making certainly destroyed that theory.
Merlin turned his snarling face to her and she fled.
No one would ever hear of this from her. But thinking back on the interaction of the two, she thought perhaps…just perhaps…they all already knew.