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Big news... it's finished! yippee... wrote the final scene this afternoon and so posting 11 a little early(today instead of tomorrow to celebrate!)
I only borrowed them to play with them - don't own them! belong to the BBC.
Chapter title commendeered from that JLo movie :)
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Chapter 11:
Shall We Dance?
The music flowed from the stereo sitting on the counter top, a smooth velvet sound capturing all of Percy's senses.
He had moved the table out of the way so he would have lots of room to move about. The handle of the brush balanced on his upper arms as he spun slowly around the room. He held his form and posture, determined to be good at this dancing malarkey!
His teacher had eyed him up wearily the moment he had stepped into the dance studio. All the other men were of average height and he didn't want to be the giant who bumbled about the room. He was resolved to practise until he got it right and hated his size being such a hindrance. There was nothing graceful or agile about Percy yet, but he loved ballroom dancing and he was going to be the next Harry Judd, not the next Russell Grant if it killed him.
"One, two, three, four," Percy counted as he stepped about the kitchen, in the pattern of the waltz, trying to be light on his feet and sway with the music.
"Seven," came an eerily good impression of Len Goodman from the doorway, startling Percy and making him drop his brush. He turned scowling to see Arthur leaning casually against the door frame, a grin on his face. "Whatcha doing?" He asked walking over to pick up the brush, twirling it in his hands before handing it back to Percy.
"Practising," Percy scowled, a blush climbing high on his cheeks.
"Ah," Arthur said, a smirk touching his lips.
"Shut up," Percy snapped, his face flushing deeply red now, "you're the one that got me the bloody lessons."
"Not enjoying them?"
"No, I mean yes, I am!" Percy ran a hand through his close crop hair. "It's just it's really hard."
Arthur laughed, "Brush not helping?"
"Oh piss off," Percy growled, "I don't have anyone to practise with."
Arthur stood and surveyed the man before him, he shook his head and then took a step back holding his arms out in the exact way Percy had been trying to accomplish.
"Well, come," Arthur said, rolling his eyes when Percy just stood looking at him in a bewildered manner.
"What?" Percy said.
"I said, come here," Arthur repeated.
"Why?"
"You just said you had no one to practise with, so I'm offering my services," Arthur said, sounding exasperated like he was talking to a ten year old. "So come on," he beckoned to Percy with a slight twitch of two fingers on his right hand. It always amazed Percy that Arthur could convey so much with a slight gesture or a few words – he always had an air of command about him.
"Can you even dance?" Percy asked, walking over to the shorter man.
"I'm Arthur Pendragon," Arthur drawled in his arrogant fashion.
"I know, dipshit! That's not what I asked?" Percy laughed as he took Arthur's hand and floundered about wondering where to put his other hand.
"Then you should know that I can do anything," Arthur said with a smirk on his lips, grabbing Percy's hand and positioning it just below his ribs.
"Even waltz?" Percy smiled.
"Especially waltz," Arthur said, straightening Percy's arm, "father sent me to lessons when I was seven and right through my teens. Apparently it shows good breeding when a man can dance." He shook his head slightly, before tipping Percy's chin. "Look at me, not at your feet."
"Yes, Sire," Percy smirked at him and Arthur huffed a laugh.
"Now, on the count of three, move back on your left."
They started slowly moving about the kitchen, Percy found it was easier with a partner albeit it would be better with a female but Arthur certainly seemed to know what he was doing.
"That was my foot," Arthur hissed.
"Sorry, sorry," Percy floundered losing his step.
"At me Percy, not your feet," Arthur snapped, repositioning Percy's head.
"I don't want to step on you again."
"I think I'll survive," Arthur rolled his eyes. "You shouldn't need to look at your feet, you just step in the pattern you know."
"Ok," Percy said, looking uncertain.
They started moving around the kitchen again, picking up the speed and Percy was startin to enjoy himself – even with Arthur correcting him every few steps.
"Well," an amused voice came from the doorway, "isn't this cosy?"
Merlin and Gwaine were standing looking at them, both trying desperately not to laugh.
"Should I be jealous?" Merlin asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Move like Jager, moves like Jager," Merlin sang as he hopped around Arthur's kitchen listening to the radio, flour flying everywhere as he waved the wooden spoon about pretending it was a microphone.
Arthur had been in a bad mood all day at work and then to top it all off he had to go have dinner with his father. So Merlin, using his initiative had gone over to his pent-house apartment, letting himself in with his employee key, to surprise Arthur. He was attempting to bake brownies, Percy had written out the recipe and assured him they were easy to make.
The surprises didn't stop there, oh no, Merlin was a man on a mission.
He had stopped off in a dodgy looking sex shop, Gwaine was always talking about it so one had to assume it was safe, and bought a few toys for them to enjoy. Anything to cheer his 'boyfriend' up!
The bedroom was all set up, cd in the stereo, blankets folded back, candles to be lit and the final touch, home-made brownies to enjoy after the mind-blowing sex.
Merlin had yet to spend a night in Arthur's apartment and he couldn't wait to try out that bed. It was huge and looked really cosy, he may have lay down for a few minutes but no one would know that.
Now, the bed ranked pretty high but it was nothing compared to the bathroom. It was huge! Merlin may have spent an inordinate amount of time since he had arrived, time allotted for brownie baking nonetheless, fantasising about all that they could get up to in that bathtub, never mind the shower, that looked like it could hold five people.
It was an apartment made for wet dreams, Merlin had been here before but always on work business and he hadn't had any time to explore.
Merlin reasoned with himself that even if he got a bit sick of the blond prat, he could stay with him just so he could enjoy the luxurious apartment.
Merlin had also divested himself of his clothes, deciding to greet Arthur in nothing but the prats apron. Merlin couldn't fathom why Arthur had an apron, maybe a gift from Morgana or was he secretly a MasterChef fan? Maybe he had a thing for Greg Wallace, though that seemed unlikely since he appeared to have a thing for Merlin who was about an eighth of that mans size. Merlin blamed all the deserts he gorged on during the show.
The oven beeped signalling the end of cooking and Merlin picked up the oven glove, oven glove? Right, he definitely needed to a have a word with Arthur, was the man a secret souz chef? What else was he holding back?
The hot cloud of chocolate flavoured steam puffed into Merlin's face once he opened the door, making his mouth water. My Lord, it appeared he had done it! Merlin Emrys had baked brownies. Definitely something to write home about.
Just as he was setting the chocolatey goodness on a tray to cool he heard the front door open.
"Honey, you home?" Merlin sang out as he skipped down the hall.
"Merlin?" Arthur stood frozen in the doorway, face pale with a look of horror marring his handsome features.
Merlin's antenna rose, "Surprise," he said hesitantly, waving his hands above his head.
"Are you wearing my apron?"
"Yes, and that's all I'm wearing," he grinned, waggling his eyebrows. "Would you like me to take it off?"
"No," Arthur shouted, hand stretched out.
"I don't know what I pay that house keeper for, honestly, you'd think she could deal with the alarm going off," Uther walked through the still open front door, putting his phone in his pocket and looking around the sitting room. "Now, how about that night..." He trailed off as his gaze finally landed on Merlin, frozen since the second he had heard that unmistakable voice.
Arthur didn't know if he wanted to turn and run back out the door, throttle Merlin or clamp his hand over his father's extremely wide, extremely shocked eyes.
Uther's cold gaze raked over Merlin, standing in an apron, only an apron, hair sticking up in tuffs, flour all over him and chocolate smudged on his cheek.
"Father this is Merlin," Arthur said, sounding weary.
"Were you baking naked?" Uther asked slowly.
"No," Merlin squeaked, "I was wearing this apron."
"But what if you..." Uther waved his hand at Merlin's body, "burnt something?"
"I was careful," Merlin said slowly, looking at Arthur for help. "I made brownies!"
"Very good," Uther said, "we can have one with our night cap," he nodded and then his gaze landed on Arthur.
"Of course," Arthur said, taking a step into the sitting room.
"Why don't you tell me about this relationship of yours? How long has it been going on, for instance?" He asked, a hint of steel in his voice, directed at his son.
Merlin darted to the bedroom to put some clothes on, completely mortified. He had come here to cheer Arthur up – somehow he couldn't see himself getting to enjoy the bath, never mind the bed, tonight.
As the credits of the film began to roll Freya sat up properly from where she had been leaning against Percy's shoulder.
"Enjoy it?" Percy asked stretching.
"Yeah, it was good. Bit violent though," she said smiling at him.
"True, but now we can go see the English version with no subtitles!"
"Oh god, don't start again!"
"What?" Percy laughed.
"You spent the first half an hour giving out! What did you expect? It was a Swedish film!" Freya laughed.
"Whatever," Percy rolled his eyes, leaning across to kiss Freya.
She hummed contently, wrapping her arms around his neck. Percy smiled into the kiss before pulling back and lightly kissing her nose.
"Call you a taxi?" He asked.
"I was thinking maybe I'd stay," Freya said, her cheeks reddening.
"Yeah?" Percy smiled across at the timid, sweet girl who had come to mean so much to him.
"Yeah," she said biting her bottom lip.
Percy stood and offered her his hand, pulling Freya towards the bedroom.
Percy turned once he had the bed-side lamp lit, seeing Freya hovering by the door looking uncertain.
"Come here," he said softly.
She walked over slowly, bottom lip caught between her teeth and looked up at Percy through her long dark lashes. Percy ran his finger along her cheek bone, catching a stray lock of hair and pushing it behind her ear.
"You sure?" He whispered, leaning down to kiss Freya again.
Freya rolled her eyes, honestly why did everyone treat her like a delicate little flower.
"I'm hardly a blushing virgin," she grinned wickedly, placing her small hands on Percy's hips before running them up under his t-shirt. She stood on her tip-toes, kissing him passionately before pulling the t-shirt off. She took a step back and eyed him appreciatively, a perfectly sculpted body, rippling muscles and lightly tanned skin.
She quickly pulled her own top over her head and unbuttoned her jeans, kicking free of them.
Suddenly Percy was on her, kissing her deeply. He grabbed her thighs and with little effort picked her up. Freya wrapped her legs around his waist as he knelt on the bed, carefully lowering them down, leaning on his elbows on either side of her head so as not to crush her.
She could feel his hard length through the layers of his jeans and underwear and she squirmed under him.
"Jeans off, please," she panted breaking away from his lips briefly.
With one hand he opened his jeans, the other hand was occupied trying to undo her bra strap. As he sat up to kick his jeans to the floor, she shimmied out of her underwear before he lay back down between her thighs.
She moaned as his fingers ghosted lightly over her skin and his lips kissed along her neck, across her collarbone before going back to her lips.
He was so gentle with Freya, nothing like she had been expecting for a man of his size.
Percy touched her like she was glass, fragile and delicate.
Fingers ghosting along her body, making her shiver and tremble dying for more. The heat pooling between her legs as she clung onto him. Gripping onto his broad, strong shoulders, giving her the leverage to grind against him, seeking friction.
Percy chuckled darkly at her impatient squirming, the sweet timid girl gone and in her place a wanton sex goddess. Freya's hair spread out in a dark curtain around her head on his pillow, cheeks flushed, pupils dilated and lips parted, panting.
He ran his tongue up her neck to her ear, which he licked before pulling the lobe into his mouth and biting softly. His hand ran up the inside of her thigh before touching her wet heat. He rubbed his finger tip over her clit making her moan throatily before pushing a finger inside, using his thumb to continue rubbing against her tight bundle of nerves.
Freya was gasping and moaning his name, over and over. Her small arms wrapped in a tight vice around his neck as she rocked in motion with his hand. She bit down on his shoulder sharply making him groan and soothed the marks her teeth had left with a sweep of her tongue.
Percy was hard and leaking precome and began to rock in motion with her, rutting against her thigh and the bed sheets.
Suddenly her nails clawed at his back, stinging slightly and bringing Percy back from the edge. With a throaty cry Freya came, pulling Percy as close as possible and panting in his ear.
Her limbs fell away from his neck in a fluid motion.
"Wow," Freya laughed happily, swooping up to kiss his lips before shoving at his shoulders and huffing when he didn't budge an inch. "Roll over," she rolled her eyes.
Percy lay on his back, head cushioned on the pillows as he watched Freya root around in his bed side draw, finally sitting back with a triumphant smile and a condom. She ripped it open using her teeth and proceeded to leave feather light kisses along his body as she made her way down.
She ran her tongue along his impressive length, making Percy buck his hips upwards.
"Tut, tut," she grinned before flicking her tongue across the head of his cock catching the pearl of precome.
Percy threw his arm across his face, trying to control his breathing. He felt Freya take a hold of his cock before rolling the condom down his length. She crawled up and straddled him, taking his arm away from his face and kissing him swiftly and deeply. Her tongue darting into his mouth, before taking his top lip between her teeth and nibbling at it.
Freya took a hold of his cock, positioning it before sinking down in a swift, fluid movement. She placed her hands on his chest and began to rock.
Percy gripped her hips, careful not to leave bruises on her flawless ivory skin, trying to guide her motions. It was slow and steady, Percy let Freya control the tempo.
Until he couldn't take it anymore, it was too much but he needed more. He easily flipped them over, taking Freya's breath away and then he thrust into her again and again. Harder and faster each time.
He knew he wasn't going to last much longer and he brought his hand down to where their bodies were connected, rubbing against her clit in unison with his thrusting.
Her thighs tightened around him, her moans becoming louder and he burst over the edge with her.
Percy collapsed down on top of Freya, both sweaty and breathing raggedly. He gently rolled over, pulled the condom off, tied it and threw it in the general direction of the bin before pulling Freya into his arms.
She nuzzled at his neck, as he kissed her shoulder trailing his hands down her back.