#merwaine couldn't escape

[worthyprnce]

when I first saw you — the end was soon

[poisonedfate]

for that prompt list, 71 for merwaine please 😭

i cannot tell you how excited i was to write this!!!! promised myself i would take it slow, but this just seemed so fun that i had to. so. here we are. hope you like it!

71. “Kiss me, quick!”

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They were leaning against a wall, escaping the too-bright sun, Gwaine telling some obnoxious story about how he once had stolen something from a mean-looking yet unbelievably drunk man, just to see how far he would run after him. All Merlin could do was roll his eyes in between laughs, not even bothering to ask for further explanations - he knew the knight would just shrug it off, call it nagging curiosity. Though Merlin was kind of tempted to poke at him, asking just how bored one had to be for such ideas, Gwaine had stopped talking, something changing in his features, eyes turning a little more serious. "Merls, how much do you trust me?" he asked, words quick-paced, gaze wandering, making Merlin just a tad suspicious.

"Uh, how are measuring this, because-," he began to look around himself, struggling to keep his attention on the question. "Would you do what I asked of you?" Merlin looked back at Gwaine, wary, a smile now back on the other's lips. "I, yeah? I- It depends, what-," Gwaine leaned in closer, close enough that Merlin could probably count his eyelashes if he wanted to - not that he was thinking about it, or had thought about it before. The knight was still smiling, but it wasn't reaching his eyes quite like earlier, so Merlin made another attempt at looking around, before: "Merlin," the knight began, quickly glancing to the side, making the warlock shift his focus, and-, "kiss me, quick!" Merlin had just about enough time to give him a look of confusion before Gwaine leaned in even closer, noses touching. "Actually, we can just stay like this, if you don't mind, you don't have to, you know," he was breathing a little heavier, it was barely noticeable, but Merlin was a little desperate to focus on something, anything, so he caught it. Clearly, it did not help him the way he had intended, however, because suddenly he was kissing Gwaine, one hand grabbing at his shirt between them, the other on his cheek. It did not take the other long to respond, melting closer - if that's even possible - before spinning them around so Merlin's back was now to the wall. All the threats in the world couldn't help him remember how long they stayed like that - the rush of Gwaine's words bleeding into the kiss, his arms on Merlin's waist, pulling, the same way Merlin was still pulling at his shirt. Eventually, though, they did part, staring at each other for a moment, still close. By all accounts, Merlin was sure his eyes were more questioning than Gwaine's, even if he had been the one to make the first move. "The man, something, uh, green around his belt, rough looking, scar above his eyebrow, is he still there?" the knight asked, quietly, glancing back at his lips somewhere in the middle of the sentence, almost making Merlin lose his train of thought. He peeked around Gwaine, looking for the man, scanning the people walking by. "Nope, I think you're good," he replied, giving a weak laugh, as he let his head fall back against the wall behind him. "Ah, well, that's good then," Gwaine smiled, teeth and all, before leaning back in and planting another kiss - much shorter this time - on his lips, "thanks." Once the other had moved away, his own back pressed against the wall now too, Merlin turned his head to look at him, clearing his throat: "Do you want to tell me what that was about?" "Just a man that may or may not hold a grudge against me." "A grudge?" he gasped, "Against you? That's just-" Gwaine cut him off by bumping Merlin's shoulder with his own, the two of them laughing. "Don't tell me you were afraid, Gwaine," Merlin pressed. "Oh, Merls, you know I'm a lover, not a fighter," he beamed. Merlin just looked at him, unamused. "Besides, my ribs are kind of sore from training this morning," Gwaine placed a hand on his left side for effect, eyes squinting. "I'm not kissing you next time you want to skip a fight," Merlin replied, without even looking at him, smiling. "That's alright, next time you can kiss me because I've won the fight."