My fics for the LJ Рождество Fic Exchange. Couldn't post till now because they were anonymous, but have been dying to share with Ты all. Now I can. The Gift
Prompt: After "Queen of Hearts." Guinevere gifts Morgana and Merlin openly. Arthur is jealous and finally gets her alone to give Gwen her present, and she gives him a stupendous one.
“Merlin, is that a new scarf?” Arthur asks when Merlin strides in with his lunch. The scarf currently adorning his neck is not one of his normal scruffy linen numbers.
Well, it’s still linen, but it is nowhere near scruffy. It’s red, one of Merlin’s customary colors, but it is a richer red, darker, bolder than his normal faded red scarf. It also appears to have been crafted by an expert hand, with fine, even stitches lining the perimeter. There is even an M embroidered in the corner.
“Yes, Gwen made it for me. Winter Soltice gift. Isn’t it beautiful?” Merlin says, grinning, his fingers tracing the edges of the material.
“Yes. Very nice,” Arthur says, trying not to appear cross.
“She made it herself,” Merlin repeats, obviously so impressed that Gwen would make something for him that he’s forgotten he’s сказал(-а) it already.
“So Ты said,” Arthur snaps, snatching up his хлеб and tearing it agitatedly.
“Something wrong, my lord?” Merlin asks, basically goading Arthur. He knows precisely what is wrong with Arthur. He’s just trying to make him say it.
“I’m just… tired of all the fuss over the holiday. Sprigs of bloody mistletoe everywhere, one cannot even go for a decent walk without being accosted,” he grumbles. Especially when the person I keep trying to meet under сказал(-а) mistletoe is a slippery little мегера, лисица who keeps managing to avoid me.
“And so much emphasis on gifts,” he continues, and Merlin bites back his smile as he fills Arthur’s goblet. And there it is,
Earlier today Arthur had encountered Morgana, only to find her clutching a silk handkerchief that, he now realizes, looked strikingly similar to Merlin’s neck scarf, embroidered M and everything. “Happy Solstice, Arthur,” she had greeted him, leaning вперед to plant a chaste Kiss on his cheek.
“Morgana,” he nods back at her, smiling, noticing the handkerchief. “New?” he asks.
“Gwen made it for me,” she says, holding it out, running the silk across her fingers. “Isn’t it exquisite?”
“She is one of the finest seamstresses in Camelot, yes,” Arthur replied, finding that he wanted to steal the cloth away from Morgana just because his Guinevere had so lovingly crafted it.
“I was worried at the cost, since it is silk and all, but then she told me that it was made from one of my old dresses!” Morgana laughed then.
“She’s very resourceful, yes,” Arthur agreed, smiling.
And now Merlin with the neck scarf. Arthur hadn’t even seen Gwen yet today, and here it was lunch already.
If she had a gift for me, surely she would have sought me out already, he thinks, his fingers straying to his inside vest pocket where he has his gift to her hidden away. I need to find her at some point to give her this.
“My lord?” Merlin inquires, and Arthur continues to stare, one hand inside his vest, the other holding a fork poised in mid-air. “Arthur?”
“Hmm?” Arthur blinks and returns to earth. “Oh.” He puts the Еда in his mouth, chewing but not tasting.
“I’m sure Gwen has a gift for Ты as well,” Merlin says carefully, casually walking over to pick up some pieces of armor strewn about from the morning’s training. Really he is just getting out of arm’s reach.
“I’m going to pretend Ты didn’t say that and get on with my lunch,” Arthur snaps. He’s been understandably touchy about discussing his feelings for her, even with Merlin, since she was nearly executed.
“All I’m saying is that you’re pouting for no reason,” Merlin says.
“I am not pouting,” Arthur says, pouting.
“As Ты say,” Merlin answers. “You’re jealous!” he suddenly blurts, the words out before he can stop them.
“Excuse me?” Arthur’s face is like stone. Wow, he really looks like Uther when he gets mad,
Merlin thinks. “You’ve seen Morgana and me both receive gifts from her already, and it’s killing Ты that she hasn’t come to find you.”
Merlin smirks and lifts the armor into his arms. “Will that be—”
“Yes, that will be all, Merlin. I’d like to dine in peace please.”
“Guinevere,” Arthur finally finds her, walking through a thankfully empty corridor with an armload of sheets.
“Arthur,” she answers, slightly flustered. Why is it I find her where there is no mistletoe?
He takes her arm and gently pulls her into an alcove.
“I’ve been hoping to find you,” he starts, biting his lip nervously. She looks so beautiful in the оранжевый light of the sunset.
“Um, Arthur, I’m—” she starts, and then approaching footsteps sound and their moment is lost.
He steps back, his lips a hard line, as she steps out of the alcove. “I will find Ты later,” she whispers then. “I promise.”
Later. Nearly midnight.
Arthur waits like a caged animal. Patience is not something that comes naturally to the prince. He dismissed Merlin for the night, his intention to be quite alone with Gwen when she appeared.
If she appeared.
He sighs, walking to the window and opening it, looking out over the courtyard. There is a fresh covering of snow now, and Arthur watches how the footprints criss-cross and zig-zag on the snow-covered stones.
Finally there is a soft tap at the door. Arthur closes the window and jogs over, skidding to a stop a few feet before the doors. Don’t want to appear too eager.
He casually opens the door.
“Guinevere,” he says, smiling.
“Sorry it’s so late,” she says, and he steps back to allow her into his room. “Morgana was having a troubled night, but I think she’s settled down now.”
He closes the door behind her, locking it without thinking why. “No trouble,” Arthur says, bending to Kiss her cheek, smiling at how she shyly looks down and smiles.
“Come sit by the огонь with me,” he says, taking her hand and leading her over to a soft bench in front of the cozy, warm fire.
They sit for a moment, eyeing each other awkwardly.
They both start at the same time, then break off, laughing nervously. “You first,” he says. “Go ahead.”
“I have a gift for you, Arthur,” she say quietly, reaching into her sleeve. “It’s not much, and I’m sorry it’s not wrapped, and…”
“Guinevere, do not apologize for your gift. I already Любовь it because it is from you, and I don’t even know what it is.”
She places a familiar item in his hand.
“I thought I’d Остаться в живых this,” Arthur breathes, clutching the white linen handkerchief – her favor to him – to his chest. He had been devastated to find one morning two weeks назад that it was gone, missing from the drawer in his bedside table. The worst part is that he couldn’t even properly yell at anyone for it, because only Guinevere knew that he yet had it.
“I’m sorry,” Gwen smiles. “I remember how grumpy Ты were the день I snuck it out.”
He looks down at it. In one corner she’s embroidered a beautiful monogram, a red A intertwined with a lavender G, surrounded by Золото scrollwork.
“It’s a reminder,” she whispers. “A reminder of a time when we were allowed to just be two people, not a prince and a servant. A time when we came to see one another in a different light. A time when one Kiss turned the world on its head.”
“It’s… beautiful. I don’t know what to say,” he says, his voice strange and hoarse. “Thank you, Guinevere.”
“You’re welcome, Arthur.”
“I… I have something for Ты as well,” he says, setting the handkerchief beside him on the bench and reaching into his vest.
He withdraws a small parcel wrapped in a piece of red cloth. She takes it and unwraps it, beside herself with curiosity.
It is a silver hair comb, cast to look like simple wildflowers.
“It’s beautiful, Arthur,” she breathes.
“I remembered how much Ты like to wear Цветы in your hair,” he says, shyly reaching up to rub a curl between his fingers. “It seems a shame to let winter prevent that.”
Gwen blinks back tears, touched at his thoughtfulness, surprised that he noticed, honestly. “Thank you. I will treasure it.”
“I would prefer that Ты wear it, actually,” he says, his voice lightly teasing, and she giggles.
“Of course I will,” she says, running her fingers along the row of flowers. Daisies. I like daisies.
“I would have liked to have gotten Ты something more, something finer. Jewelry. Something. But…”
“But we have to be careful. I know. If I suddenly had a fine piece of jewelry, people would be suspicious.”
“I know. That’s why I went with the comb.”
“And I Любовь it. It’s the most beautiful thing I have.”
“I beg to differ,” he says quietly, reaching up to caress her face, telling her exactly what he thinks is the most beautiful.
“I… I have another gift for you,” she whispers.
“You do?” Arthur looks around, seeing nothing. She can’t possibly have anything else stashed away.
Gwen scoots a little closer and leans forward, and Arthur understands what his gift is. He winds his arms around her waist, pulling her close, nearly in his lap before his lips connect with hers.
The Kiss starts out soft, sweet, but then the air around them changes, and Gwen is pressing closer, gripping his рубашка in her hands.
Arthur groans low, then he makes a decision. His tongue comes forward, running along her upper lip. A question.
Gwen Ответы with a small sweet noise in the back of her throat, parting her lips for him, giving in to an impulse too long denied as she welcomes his tongue with her own.
Her responsiveness makes Arthur feel as though he is flying, soaring to the sun and back as she kisses him back as hungrily as he, tasting him, devouring him with the same passion he feels for her.
“Guinevere,” he tears his lips away to worship her name, pulling her into his lap to stop himself from laying her back on the bench and covering her body with his own.
She gazes down at him for a brief moment before covering his lips with hers again, bravely delving one hand into his hair now.
Arthur groans again and, hands gripping her waist, he pulls away again, the supple skin of her neck too close and too inviting to be ignored.
As he boldly trails kisses down her neck, he realizes that it would be very simple to just lift her in his arms and carry her to his bed, and that thought, tempting though it is, is enough to startle him back to reality. No. I will not compromise her virtue. I’ve come too close to losing her over less.
He kisses his way back up to her lips, where he indulges himself just a little longer, but Gwen senses the change in his demeanor and knows that he’s thinking of her now, of what has happened and how this would look should they be discovered.
She pulls slightly away and kisses his nose.
“Merlin told me that Ты were пересекать, крест at lunch because Ты had seen my gifts to him and Morgana,” Gwen says, smiling down at him.
“Yeah,” he admits.
“I had to make those things for them, those monograms.”
“They were practice for this,” she lifts the handkerchief from the сиденье, место, сиденья and runs her fingers across the stitched emblem. “I wanted it to be perfect.”
“It is perfect. Ты are perfect, Guinevere,” Arthur says, wrapping her in his arms again. “Happy Solstice, my love.”
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