Mistletoe Meme

[godofthemachine]

Huh... There's a mistletoe right above you... That's weird, it's Decemb-- oh wait. December is the perfect time to get stuck under the mistletoe with someone. And look! There's a someone else stuck with you under there right now! And, of course, you both can't move until you kiss one another (Of course, not specifying where that kiss needs to happen).

Let's start off December with a little holiday cheer!

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This was lovingly stolen from bakerstreet and I feel like AX needs to celebrate the holidays too.

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[servant]

Arthur!

[Merlin can't cross his legs, but he can squeeze them together. Maybe Arthur's especially thick-headed today, though that little smirk suggests otherwise. Merlin glances around before whispering:]

I have to pee.

[And if that doesn't say 'pucker up', nothing does.]

[king]

Eugh.

[ After a moment to process that, Arthur fumbles at his hip for his water flask, which is nearly empty, and hands it to Merlin. ]

There you are, then.

[servant]

[Arthur might as well be drawing his sword, because a water flask is the last thing he wants to see right now.]

I'm not using this! What if someone saw me!

[king]

There's no-one here but me, Merlin. And I'm definitely not going to look.

[ He lifts his head to stare at the ceiling as if in emphasis. ]

[servant]

No. And besides. It's not big enough.

[king]

It's not—

[ Arthur shakes his head, trying not to think about it. He folds his arms, trying his best to look immovable. ]

Well, it's that or wet your trousers.

[servant]

[Merlin stares at him in disbelief, as if this is the first time that he's seen the thoughtless, stubborn side of Arthur. And then he's just going for it, all ears and hands and lips.]

It's just one little-! Ow! Ow! Arthur, my arm!

[king]

[ Contemplatively, as though he isn't near to breaking Merlin's wrist, ]

Perhaps if someone else comes along and kisses both of us...

[servant]

Yes, anything.

[It's near a sob. It doesn't help that he's dropped the flask, the water spreading across the floor.]

Help! Somebody please help us!

[Because dignity is overrated.]

[king]

[ Merlin's desperation immediately makes Arthur feel guilty, and it's that wave in his voice that speaks of how he's close to tears that changes Arthur's mind. ]

[ Though he does wait another few seconds. Just in case anyone happens to be passing. ]

All right, all right.

[ He lets go of Merlin and huffs. ]

Stay still. Close your eyes.

[ If they're going to do this, he's going to do it properly. ]

And if you even think about putting your tongue in my mouth, Merlin, so help me god...

[ And then he leans in and kisses him, soft and heated. ]

[servant]

Why would I want to put my-

[Merlin's cut off though, by a soft and slightly demanding mouth. He closes his eyes and kisses back, deciding that he rather likes it when Arthur can't speak.]

[And then it's over, and Merlin looks a little amused, and a little shy.]

[It feels like he's forgetting something though.]

[king]

[ Arthur blinks a few times when he draws back, tongue flicking unconsciously over his lower lip as he stares at Merlin's mouth like he's considering going back to it. ]

[ But then he shoves hard at Merlin's shoulder, jerks his head at the door to his room. ]

You may use my privvy.

[ And stalks off down the corridor before Merlin sees how hot his ears have gone. ]