Tango - One more Merlin fanfiction
Title: Tango
Fandom: Merlin
Characters/Pairing: Gwen/Lancelot
Word Count: 731
Rating: R
Warnings: Fluff.
Summary: Lancelot teaches Gwen how to dance
Author's Notes: ModernAU and absolutely no context. I just wanted them to dance tango. In regards of the 'intimate position': once I was in a tango class and the instructor told us about it.
Tango
“What are we going to do?” Gwen asked, curiously tilting her head, not taking her eyes off Lancelot, who nervously ran his fingers through his thick dark hair. He shouldn’t be nervous, he thought to himself; however his heart didn’t care about that: it kept beating faster and faster.
What they were about to do was one of the most sensual things he had ever known - no doubt that it made his throat run dry.
“We are going to dance,” he said with a ,mysterious smile, not knowing where it had come from.
Gwen smiled back at him with cheeks turning red. Although it wasn’t the first time that they had danced, she felt a little nervous, too - she might sensed something of his tension -, or was that rather excitement? She wouldn’t ask the butterflies in her stomach about it.
Her heart skipped a beat when he took her right hand and placed his other hand on her back, not pulling her closer though. Not yet.
Gwen was chewing on her lip, looking at her feet with the fear of forgetting what would come next or step on his feet, or...
“Don’t look at your feet,” Lancelot said softly. “Look at me and don’t worry about the steps. I will lead you.”
Easy to say, Lancelot thought to himself, knowing how hard it was to have enough confidence in themselves not to stare at their feet all the time. He knew she had to trust in herself first, to be able to let herself be led by him. He also knew he couldn’t doubt himself either - being uncertain, one couldn’t lead another. He encouragingly squeezed her hand and smiled at her.
Gwen wasn’t sure she could do this, however she knew she had to trust in Lancelot. In him, she did - what she didn’t trust were her feet. This was so different from anything they had done before. Comparing to this, what they used to do in parties couldn’t be called dancing. Her stomach jumped hearing his soft voice saying ‘I will lead you.’ It made her heart beat faster and she finally looked at him, trying to catch his glance with hers.
His eyes were darker now, with something burning inside them that Gwen hadn’t noticed before. He had never looked at her like this, not even after a long, passionate kiss, although passion was certainly there, but in a different way. It mixed with a strong tension that somehow bound it, making it grew bigger.
Gwen’s eyes widened as she discovered this, but she couldn’t turn her face away. In fact, she didn’t want to, not anymore. Her passion grew with every single step; her heartbeat increased, she started to breathe faster, just like him, but they were dancing in the same rhythm to the one they had started with. She completely forgot about the steps, just followed his lead without questions and doubts.
Noticing this, Lancelot felt his heart flutter and a smile was forming in the corner of his mouth. He stopped, then took a step forward, close enough to their bodies could slightly touch, placing an arm around her, with his hand on her back, under the shoulder-blade. It was the intimate position, according to the instructor, he thought to himself, blushing a little. Being aware of her closeness, feeling the warmth of her body, his heart almost escaped from his chest. He took a deep breath and began to dance again.
Gwen became breathless when Lancelot stepped closer to him, making the tension grow between them. She timidly put her arm around him, placing her hand under the back of his neck. She didn’t know if it was even possible, but she felt his blood racing under her palm, which made her heart pounding faster and her face flush. She took a deep breath and followed his lead.
As they were dancing through the room, their passion, their desires chained by the tango steps strained against each other, filling the air with tension. However, these were good chains, like a seatbelt, Gwen thought, because they let them feel, let them desire, but they could only express it this way: with the dance.
She squeezed Lancelot’s hand, then leaned her head against his, closing her eyes, committing herself to him completely. And he couldn’t hide his smile noticing it.
Fandom: Merlin
Characters/Pairing: Gwen/Lancelot
Word Count: 731
Rating: R
Warnings: Fluff.
Summary: Lancelot teaches Gwen how to dance
Author's Notes: ModernAU and absolutely no context. I just wanted them to dance tango. In regards of the 'intimate position': once I was in a tango class and the instructor told us about it.
Tango
“What are we going to do?” Gwen asked, curiously tilting her head, not taking her eyes off Lancelot, who nervously ran his fingers through his thick dark hair. He shouldn’t be nervous, he thought to himself; however his heart didn’t care about that: it kept beating faster and faster.
What they were about to do was one of the most sensual things he had ever known - no doubt that it made his throat run dry.
“We are going to dance,” he said with a ,mysterious smile, not knowing where it had come from.
Gwen smiled back at him with cheeks turning red. Although it wasn’t the first time that they had danced, she felt a little nervous, too - she might sensed something of his tension -, or was that rather excitement? She wouldn’t ask the butterflies in her stomach about it.
Her heart skipped a beat when he took her right hand and placed his other hand on her back, not pulling her closer though. Not yet.
Gwen was chewing on her lip, looking at her feet with the fear of forgetting what would come next or step on his feet, or...
“Don’t look at your feet,” Lancelot said softly. “Look at me and don’t worry about the steps. I will lead you.”
Easy to say, Lancelot thought to himself, knowing how hard it was to have enough confidence in themselves not to stare at their feet all the time. He knew she had to trust in herself first, to be able to let herself be led by him. He also knew he couldn’t doubt himself either - being uncertain, one couldn’t lead another. He encouragingly squeezed her hand and smiled at her.
Gwen wasn’t sure she could do this, however she knew she had to trust in Lancelot. In him, she did - what she didn’t trust were her feet. This was so different from anything they had done before. Comparing to this, what they used to do in parties couldn’t be called dancing. Her stomach jumped hearing his soft voice saying ‘I will lead you.’ It made her heart beat faster and she finally looked at him, trying to catch his glance with hers.
His eyes were darker now, with something burning inside them that Gwen hadn’t noticed before. He had never looked at her like this, not even after a long, passionate kiss, although passion was certainly there, but in a different way. It mixed with a strong tension that somehow bound it, making it grew bigger.
Gwen’s eyes widened as she discovered this, but she couldn’t turn her face away. In fact, she didn’t want to, not anymore. Her passion grew with every single step; her heartbeat increased, she started to breathe faster, just like him, but they were dancing in the same rhythm to the one they had started with. She completely forgot about the steps, just followed his lead without questions and doubts.
Noticing this, Lancelot felt his heart flutter and a smile was forming in the corner of his mouth. He stopped, then took a step forward, close enough to their bodies could slightly touch, placing an arm around her, with his hand on her back, under the shoulder-blade. It was the intimate position, according to the instructor, he thought to himself, blushing a little. Being aware of her closeness, feeling the warmth of her body, his heart almost escaped from his chest. He took a deep breath and began to dance again.
Gwen became breathless when Lancelot stepped closer to him, making the tension grow between them. She timidly put her arm around him, placing her hand under the back of his neck. She didn’t know if it was even possible, but she felt his blood racing under her palm, which made her heart pounding faster and her face flush. She took a deep breath and followed his lead.
As they were dancing through the room, their passion, their desires chained by the tango steps strained against each other, filling the air with tension. However, these were good chains, like a seatbelt, Gwen thought, because they let them feel, let them desire, but they could only express it this way: with the dance.
She squeezed Lancelot’s hand, then leaned her head against his, closing her eyes, committing herself to him completely. And he couldn’t hide his smile noticing it.