Pairing/s: Merlin/Arthur
Camelot Drabble Prompt 516: Almost
Merlin bingo: 2115 G5 accidental kiss
Disclaimer: I do not own the BBC version of Merlin; They and Shine do. I am very respectfully borrowing them with no intent to profit. No money has changed hands. No copyright infringement is intended.
It was almost an accident.
Of course, Arthur was well-versed in swordplay and able to fight his way out of most situations. Light on his feet, too, courtesy of all those awful dancing lessons as a young prince, with any misstep beaten out of him. Of course, now, there were no royal dances because he hated the damn things, all that prancing around when he could be out stabbing something or hunting. Or making Merlin grumble about just about anything.
Merlin, on the other hand, loved to frolic about, flailing those skinny arms of his, his fingers making weird but tempting gestures as Camelot's servants celebrated whatever they celebrated. It was nothing that Arthur needed to deal with. Let the peasants have their fun, music and laughter and hopping around the fire during festivals.
As long as Arthur didn't have to dance, he was fine with it all.
But Merlin, the hopeless git, kept insisting that Arthur needed to learn to relax, be it dancing or listening to Merlin tell stories or even drawing ridiculous faces in the maps Arthur was always perusing—Arthur had to scrap off more than a few inappropriate images Merlin had inked onto the parchments.
Anyway, it was another festival and Merlin had had too much to drink apparently because he came in, stumbling a little, his neckerchief gone and his neck all temptingly naked like that. The idiot staggered over to Arthur, pulling him up and started twirling Arthur around like a madman, humming as he did. As usual, Merlin couldn't put one foot in front of the other without tripping, but he was too close as he held onto Arthur, tangling Arthur's legs in the process, and really, it was an accident that they tumbled onto Arthur's bed and bumped heads and there were lips involved, too.
The first kiss was definitely an accident. The rest of them, not so much, what with the groaning and the clothes strewn all over the room, and Merlin grinning like he'd just won the tourney.
And after they'd got all sticky and found places that were to be explored more than once, Merlin nuzzled at Arthur's neck. "I knew you could dance."
"That was not dancing, you idiot," Arthur said, still not sure of what just happened but more than willing to try it again.
"Okay, we'll call it poetry instead," Merlin giggled. "Sir Leon already thinks we're dancing. Wouldn't want to confuse him."
"I don't dance," Arthur insisted.
"Yes, and you don't write poetry, either, but I'll overlook it this time," Merlin leaned in for another filthy kiss.
And as Arthur groaned, ready for another go-around, he had to admit that sometimes the best kisses were almost accidental.
