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| Merlin Season | none | Rating
(Refer to main page) | 15+ (for possible innuendo, depends on the reader) | Characters in the story
| Merlin, Arthur | Pairings
(if needed) | depends on the reader | Word Count
| 454 | Disclaimer / Warning:
(if needed) | characters absconded from BBC & Shine, played in my head a bit & went home. No $, goods, services or David Tennant access exchanged – alas.
warning: dialogue heavy |
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| Help Me
@ “Will you, please?” Merlin begged.
@ “I can’t.”
@ “Yes you can. Eyewitness accounts insist that you do it very well.”
@ “That’s different.”
@ “Why?”
@ “Firstly, in those instances I’m partnering a woman. Secondly, the positions are all skewed. We’d end up putting everything in the wrong places. It’s too awkward.”
@ “No it isn’t. I don’t want to feel like an idiot—don’t open your mouth unless you’ve got something helpful to say.”
@ “Ask Morgana to help you.”
@“Pffftt!” Merlin shook his head.
@ After his disastrous crush on Morgana during his earlier years in Camelot there was no way she would help him; especially after the ‘by the way, I’m magic too’ fiasco. His cheek and ear still burned at the memory of Morgana hauling out her door by the ear and slapping him with every second step while screaming obscenities a Lady should not understand.
@ Arthur adjusted his clothing, straightened his back and avoided Merlin’s eye.
@ “Practice with Guinevere.”
@ “And have you glaring fire-brands at me the entire time? No thanks.”
@ “There must be someone...”
@ “There is, and I’m asking you. I’m getting married in two weeks Arthur, that isn’t a lot of time for me to learn. I want to get it right first go.”
@ “Why are you marrying this woman Merlin? You’ve known her barely...”
@ “Why are you still pining for Gwen?”
@ “Shut up.”
@ “Precisely.”
@ “All right then. Come closer and stand behind me—not directly behind, sort of overlapping on the left. Good. Your left hand goes about my waist, almost directly over my navel. You’ll have to get closer than that.”
@ “But my, I’ll be pressing up against you!”
@ “That is rather the point Merlin. Turn your face to look at me – this isn’t necessary but women love having eye contact. Make sure you get in a kiss or two before and after. Deep kisses, staring into her eyes, complimenting her, all that garbage – luckily the two of us can just get on with it. Now, move your hips like...”
@ “I am not doing that with you.”
@ “You’re the one who nagged me for help.”
@ “All right. Sorry. Like this?”
@ “Not so hard. Don’t bump...smooth...flow...nice and easy. Perfect. This feels rather pleasant. You're actually quite good at this.”
@ “Yeah, well, I haven’t had to move my hands or legs yet.”
@ “Yes, we’d best move on to the trickier bits. Keep your left hand tight against me there—you can hold a bit tighter than that. In fact, you’d better or your wife will doubt your commitment to the activity. That’s better. Place your other hand above my shoulder and curl our fingers together, no, so yours hook under mine, lovely. Now maintain that lovely hip rhythm while we go left, hop, forward, together, right, hop, back, together...”
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