Gwaine, Gwen, Arthur | Baseball game AU: Gwaine is determined to catch a fly ball. Gwen has a secret crush on Arthur. And Arthur is way past crushing level, and onto lusting level, wishing Gwaine would disappear with his fly ball. (mara93)
Someone's Getting to First Base (At Least) - Arthur/Gwen, Gwaine - G (the temptation of having them still be British at the baseball game was too great)
"Oh… oh…" Gwaine's excitement grows as the foul ball comes their way, then…
"Oh." The third baseman leapt up and caught it.
"It never even came close, Gwaine," Arthur says, rolling his eyes. He adjusts in his seat, hoping to catch a glimpse of Guinevere's thighs again, seated on the other side of Gwaine.
"I need another pretzel. These things are too good. Come with me, mate," Arthur says, punching Gwaine's arm. "Guinevere, do you need anything?"
"I'd love some candyfloss. Wait, it's cotton candy here, right?" she asks, smiling across Gwaine at Arthur.
"Yeah. Your wish is my command," he says, pulling Gwaine out of his seat.
"What the hell, Arthur? I wanted to stay! I've almost got the rules figured out!" Gwaine protests.
"When we go back, I'm sitting next to Guinevere, got it?" Arthur growls.
"What? Oh, okay," Gwaine answers. Then, "Oohhhh. Okayyy."
"Bloody hell, mate," Arthur shakes his head. Clueless.
They return ten minutes later, and Arthur makes sure to sit beside Guinevere, handing her a paper cone with a cloud of purple cotton candy on the end. "I got you purple flavored."
"Thank you," she smiles shyly at him.
He offers her some pretzel. She offers him some cotton candy.
She feeds him from her fingers, sticky and sweet. Impulsively, he licks her fingers, then kisses them sweetly.
He doesn't release her hand.
Gwaine is the only one of them to leave the game empty-handed.