Twentieth Challenge: Grumbles and Gripes
Category: Gen (Canon AU)
Characters/Pairings: Freya, Guinevere
Ratings/Warnings: T (sexual reference)
Word Count: 275
Write about one character complaining about another. Whether they're silently fuming, commiserating with a friend, or grousing so loudly that the entire kingdom can hear them, let them vent their frustrations through you!
It was the night before Freya and Merlin's wedding. Inside her cottage, Freya sat cross-legged on her bed beside Guinevere, her dearest friend, and the two women sipped mead and giggled as a warm fire crackled in the hearth.
"Freya, on the eve of your nuptials, you must tell me one thing about Merlin that drives you mad," said Guinevere. "He can't be perfect."
Freya toyed with her mug. "Oh, I don't know. When I look at him, I see nothing but a wonderful, caring man."
"Come, he must have some flaw. Bad morning breath? Does he leave his socks strewn about?"
"No, it's nothing like that." Freya's head swam. How much mead had she drunk? "There is one tiny issue… Oh, I can't tell you…"
"You can. You must!" Guinevere let out a giddy laugh. "It's sex, isn't it? It's to do with sex, I know it!"
How had Guinevere guessed? Perhaps it was because Freya's face flushed an unnatural shade of crimson.
"All right, all right, I'll tell you. But you mustn't speak a word of this to anyone, ever." Freya leaned in close to Guinevere. "It's not a flaw, but it's… peculiar. Merlin likes to bring his crystals into bed."
Guinevere's dark brown eyes widened. "Crystals? Forgive me for asking, but what does he do with them?"
"Well, they just lie there on the blanket. He enchants them, and they're meant to help with… you know…"
"ORGASM?"
"Quiet, Guinevere!"
"Sorry, sorry." Her expression turning thoughtful, Guinevere laid down her mug on the bedside table. "But can I ask you a serious question?"
"Of course."
"Where can I get some of those crystals?"
A/N—And this concludes the "Beginnings" collection. Thank you so much for taking the time to read this drabble series.