Gwen looks around at Kingdom. It's the first time she's been able to see it in person, since they'd taken it around the world first but it's almost been two years now and Merlin's doing a special showing before Once and Future debuts next weekend. It's a small gallery, much smaller than the ones Merlin's work has shown in before and there are people packed in the street outside. It's VIP only tonight but that doesn't stop the swarms of people in the road. Lancelot had to carry her in on his shoulder because the crowd was too thick to get through on her own.
She's having a hard time deciding which pictures are her favorites when she feels Lance's arms warp around her. He smells like whiskey and the chocolate weed brownies Morgana is serving.
"Hello you," he says, nibbling on her ear. "How are you, my love?"
Gwen giggles, relaxing back into his arms and resting her hands on his as they stroke her flat stomach.There are times like these when she misses being pregnant, misses the swell of her belly and the knowledge that she's creating something every second of everyday—that's she's the art, not merely the subject.
"I'm trying to decide which one is my favorite," she says.
Lance makes a thoughtful sound, his hands straying lower to her hips and the v of her legs. "I like the massive one," he says, jerking his head toward the wall where several people are standing in front of the large picture of Arthur. It's a beautiful photo, so regal and awe-inspiring, like he would lead whole countries to war for Merlin, if only Merlin would ask. It's beautiful.
"I don't know, I think I quite like these."
In front of her, are a few out of focus pictures taken with a disposable camera. They're awful but there is something so wonderful about them. They're all tacked together, like they could hand on a corkboard. They're layered, making this messy, soft and intimate feeling surround the picture. Of course, there is a blurry photo of what must be Merlin's lips around Arthur's cock and the vague possibility of other sexual positions but one is clear, their foreheads together, smiling softly and kindly—like they want nothing more but to be excellent to each other for the end of days.
"Do you ever think we'll love like they do?" She asks, her hands tracing Lance's fingers.
He stills before hugging her close and placing a kiss behind her ear.
"I don't know," he says honestly. "But we can try."
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Date: 2011-06-16 09:07 pm (UTC)Gwen looks around at Kingdom. It's the first time she's been able to see it in person, since they'd taken it around the world first but it's almost been two years now and Merlin's doing a special showing before Once and Future debuts next weekend. It's a small gallery, much smaller than the ones Merlin's work has shown in before and there are people packed in the street outside. It's VIP only tonight but that doesn't stop the swarms of people in the road. Lancelot had to carry her in on his shoulder because the crowd was too thick to get through on her own.
She's having a hard time deciding which pictures are her favorites when she feels Lance's arms warp around her. He smells like whiskey and the chocolate weed brownies Morgana is serving.
"Hello you," he says, nibbling on her ear. "How are you, my love?"
Gwen giggles, relaxing back into his arms and resting her hands on his as they stroke her flat stomach.There are times like these when she misses being pregnant, misses the swell of her belly and the knowledge that she's creating something every second of everyday—that's she's the art, not merely the subject.
"I'm trying to decide which one is my favorite," she says.
Lance makes a thoughtful sound, his hands straying lower to her hips and the v of her legs. "I like the massive one," he says, jerking his head toward the wall where several people are standing in front of the large picture of Arthur. It's a beautiful photo, so regal and awe-inspiring, like he would lead whole countries to war for Merlin, if only Merlin would ask. It's beautiful.
"I don't know, I think I quite like these."
In front of her, are a few out of focus pictures taken with a disposable camera. They're awful but there is something so wonderful about them. They're all tacked together, like they could hand on a corkboard. They're layered, making this messy, soft and intimate feeling surround the picture. Of course, there is a blurry photo of what must be Merlin's lips around Arthur's cock and the vague possibility of other sexual positions but one is clear, their foreheads together, smiling softly and kindly—like they want nothing more but to be excellent to each other for the end of days.
"Do you ever think we'll love like they do?" She asks, her hands tracing Lance's fingers.
He stills before hugging her close and placing a kiss behind her ear.
"I don't know," he says honestly. "But we can try."