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Merlin (youngmagician) wrote in colligo_threads,
@ 2009-12-25 00:16:00

Entry tags:

arthur pendragon, guinevere, merlin, morgana

who: the camelot gang [ and anyone else they invite ]
what: celebrating christmas
where: gwen & arthur's room
when: christmas day
notes: tobias is welcome since i just realized these are his rooms too. merlin is sorry for constantly breaking in an never introducing himself.

Merlin decided he liked this Christmas stuff. Maybe he didn't understand it all -- he still couldn't figure out how Santa Claus figured into the birth of a baby because he was pretty sure they didn't talk about a big guy in a red suit in the Jesus story -- or what the nine candle thing he bought was for except that it was part of the holiday season as well (menorah or something like that), but no matter. The traditions were still fun. It was an all day thing, just like the solstice back home, spent cooking and just enjoying the company of your family and friends. Morgana had agreed, and he probably could have waited for her, but he was excited -- And it was breakfast time!

Never mind the constant habit of breaking and entering. It was just Arthur and Gwen's apartment, right? They didn't care. Plus, he'd be quiet. He set a few gifts under the tree Gwen decorated. (He was glad it made her happy because he'd nearly killed himself trying to lug that thing around, and nearly took a few strangers out when attempting to do it with magic. Still, it had been worth it.)

He already knew what they had in the way of food, and went shopping the day before for anything else they might need. Some of it Merlin could cook, his job was coming in handy that way, and Gwen would have to help him later with dinner. He doubted she would mind. Anyways, he could make all sorts of breakfast food just fine, it was an easy meal. Pancakes with chocolate chips and blueberries on the side to be added in occasionally. Bacon with eggs to follow once they started to wake up. Orange juice and milk in the fridge, he found hot chocolate mix in the store too. He even managed to be sort of quiet, as per the plan, only clanging the pans once, and dropping small items that made very little noise.

Oh, and was it mentioned that Merlin had not only worn a too-big santa hat, propped up by and emphasizing his ears, with a green and red reindeer tie that lit up at the nose, and played jingle bells through his belt loops, and started cooking after hanging mistletoe over the door way because he was told standing under it with someone was 'good luck'? Well he was and he did.

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lots_of_lance
2009-12-28 10:23 am UTC (link)

He'd known he'd had that thought a minute ago about this only needing to be something brief, something between friends, just something to say thanks. But the moment their lips had touched, Lancelot knew that wasn't going to be the case. He hadn't expected it to feel like this. He hadn't known... hadn't even really begun to consider. But oh, he was considering it now.

For the first few seconds, which seemed to stretch for a much longer time, Lancelot just stayed perfectly still, Merlin's lips under his, lost on what to do next. He was at an impass. He knew he wasn't backing away. But what did it mean to let the kiss flourish? If he moved, if he pressed in farther, if he even let himself breathe... what did it mean?

And was it even alright? Lancelot had always tried to be a gentleman, he tried to be polite and considerate. Was this something Merlin wanted? Was he simply too kind of a friend to magic Lancelot into a wall? The questions pounded through his mind and were impossible to ignore. So finally, slowly, he withdrew enough to look Merlin in the eyes, hoping it was clear that his own were seeking permission. If Merlin wanted to duck away, laugh that ridiculous laugh of his and pass all this off as a little bit of holiday fun, this would be his chance.

But he did no such thing. He only stared back. So Lancelot took that as sign enough to tuck all the questions aside to battle later. Now, he brought his hands up to cradle his friend's flushed cheeks, and leaned in again, hoping to actually let himself feel it this time, without the cacophony of uncertainties.

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youngmagician
2009-12-28 09:16 pm UTC (link)

He didn't know what he expected, but this certainly wasn't it. A quick peck on the cheek at first, maybe on the lips, but no less brief. Something that would happen then they'd step inside, and laugh about silly holiday traditions. Then they would have breakfast, and things would continue like normal. After all, they were just friends. Each with their own affections for someone else, that they (at least Merlin) kept masochistically close, even though they knew there was no chance with that person.

Instead the kiss lasted, and when Lancelot pulled back it seemed too soon. He couldn't make himself move, and he might have spoken but the words caught in his throat along with his breath and heartbeat. Had he stopped time without realizing it? Because Lancelot was staring at him for what felt like an eternity before his hands cupped Merlin's cheeks. Merlin was surprised, but more then willing. He pressed their lips together, a little more certainty behind it this time. Any confusion, or coherent thoughts at all were forgotten. Never mind that Morgana, Arthur, and Gwen were only a room away being coaxed out of the room for a breakfast that Merlin was meant to be cooking.

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