Strawberries and Cream; Merlin Modern AU
Title: Strawberries and Cream
Authors: mydoctortennant
Pairings/Characters: Arthur/Gwen
Warnings: Sexual refs.
Disclaimer: Not real. Despite birthday wishes and night time prayers to Santa (all Hail Amy Pond!) Merlin still isn't mine!
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Arthur can't help but get a little bit jealous of the attention she's paying to the Wimbledon...
Author Notes: Written for the kink meme over on ag_fics for ella_rose88 it is set in the same universe as No Emergency Exit (my modern AU series) as a gift to her =] (no need to really read that)
My Merlin Prompt Table
June bought Wimbledon. Wimbledon bought strawberries and cream and a very competitive Gwen. A very competitive, pregnant girlfriend was not something Arthur was used to. At all.
She was sat in front of the 42 inch flat screen television, shouting out some random guys name. She cheered when, Arthur assumed, he got a point, and shouted angrily hurling abuse at the other guy when he didn't.
Arthur didn't get it, and he wasn't going to pretend to. They were a bunch on ponces running around in white with over exposed, huge biceps. And his girlfriend was eating strawberries and crowing over them.
He sighed, rejected for the newest hot sports star, he gave in and flopped down on he crouch beside her.
"You could just watch the movie, then you know the guy you want to win will do in the end," she ignored him, picking up another strawberry from the bowl. She twirling it by the stalk in the pouring cream she had in the bottom of the bowl. Arthur watched her as she raised it to her mouth. He stared as she bit into it, her plush lips near kissing it as she watched the fit men on the screen.
He clenched his jaw as he watched her. Why did she need to be so into this?
He reached across to pluck a strawberry from the bowl. She didn't notice.
He shifted forwards into her line of vision and attempted to subject her to the same torment. She pushed back on his shoulder, but he remained sat forwards.
"Arthur," she whined, pushing on his shoulder repetitively, "You're in the way," she leant forwards, trying to put more force behind her push. Her eyes were still focused the the part of the television she could see.
"Am I?" he asked nonchalantly, he reached for another strawberry only to have her bat his hand away. He grabbed it and pulled her to him. She cried out, still clutching the bowl in her fingers.
He prised it away placing it on the floor as he urged her towards him. Before she could complain at him again he pulled her in for a kiss, silencing her.
He could still taste the strawberries on her lips and tongue as she licked her tongue over his lip. He could feel him smirk against her mouth. Tennis long forgotten she pushed forwards, Arthur happily going with it and relaxing back into the cushions of the sofa. They'd been here before, only last time they'd been the other way around.
Arthur had one hand resting on her steadily growing midriff.
A loud cheer erupted from the television. Gwen looked up, looked at the score and smiled. She looked back to him and kissed him again with more fever than before.
And he thinks, as her hands creep under his shirt, that he should let her watch the tennis more often.
Authors: mydoctortennant
Pairings/Characters: Arthur/Gwen
Warnings: Sexual refs.
Disclaimer: Not real. Despite birthday wishes and night time prayers to Santa (all Hail Amy Pond!) Merlin still isn't mine!
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Arthur can't help but get a little bit jealous of the attention she's paying to the Wimbledon...
Author Notes: Written for the kink meme over on ag_fics for ella_rose88 it is set in the same universe as No Emergency Exit (my modern AU series) as a gift to her =] (no need to really read that)
My Merlin Prompt Table
June bought Wimbledon. Wimbledon bought strawberries and cream and a very competitive Gwen. A very competitive, pregnant girlfriend was not something Arthur was used to. At all.
She was sat in front of the 42 inch flat screen television, shouting out some random guys name. She cheered when, Arthur assumed, he got a point, and shouted angrily hurling abuse at the other guy when he didn't.
Arthur didn't get it, and he wasn't going to pretend to. They were a bunch on ponces running around in white with over exposed, huge biceps. And his girlfriend was eating strawberries and crowing over them.
He sighed, rejected for the newest hot sports star, he gave in and flopped down on he crouch beside her.
"You could just watch the movie, then you know the guy you want to win will do in the end," she ignored him, picking up another strawberry from the bowl. She twirling it by the stalk in the pouring cream she had in the bottom of the bowl. Arthur watched her as she raised it to her mouth. He stared as she bit into it, her plush lips near kissing it as she watched the fit men on the screen.
He clenched his jaw as he watched her. Why did she need to be so into this?
He reached across to pluck a strawberry from the bowl. She didn't notice.
He shifted forwards into her line of vision and attempted to subject her to the same torment. She pushed back on his shoulder, but he remained sat forwards.
"Arthur," she whined, pushing on his shoulder repetitively, "You're in the way," she leant forwards, trying to put more force behind her push. Her eyes were still focused the the part of the television she could see.
"Am I?" he asked nonchalantly, he reached for another strawberry only to have her bat his hand away. He grabbed it and pulled her to him. She cried out, still clutching the bowl in her fingers.
He prised it away placing it on the floor as he urged her towards him. Before she could complain at him again he pulled her in for a kiss, silencing her.
He could still taste the strawberries on her lips and tongue as she licked her tongue over his lip. He could feel him smirk against her mouth. Tennis long forgotten she pushed forwards, Arthur happily going with it and relaxing back into the cushions of the sofa. They'd been here before, only last time they'd been the other way around.
Arthur had one hand resting on her steadily growing midriff.
A loud cheer erupted from the television. Gwen looked up, looked at the score and smiled. She looked back to him and kissed him again with more fever than before.
And he thinks, as her hands creep under his shirt, that he should let her watch the tennis more often.