MEME: to distract from coding
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I'm working on coding up my big rec-list and am now wanting, desperately to do this meme. SO WE SHALL. Because I'm done with PTHON and my betas have all my fic (lovely people that they are to put up with my grammar) and so there is nothing for me to do. I stole this from
leashy_bebes.
You can find my masterlist can be found right here.
♥ Play with me? ♥
♥ Heartbeats: a bit in the future.
♥ Picture Maker: Spain Road Trip.
♥ Picture Maker: Just before Merlin's second collection.
♥ Heartbeats: Prequel: first time.
♥ The Sexual Education of Bradley James: Morning Sex.
♥ Give and Take: When it's not okay.
♥ The One Where Gwaine Gets Cockblocked by Destiny: after. when he gets some.
♥ Shameless: after, when eames gets revenge.
♥ Breeches: after, where there's comeplay.
♥ Heartbeats: Prequel: first time.
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FIC MEME:
Pick one of my stories and a timestamp sometime in the future after the end of the story, or sometime in the past before the story started, and I'll write you at least a hundred words of what happened then, whether it's five minutes before the story started or ten years in the future. Can be from any character POV (i.e anyone in the fic).
You can find my masterlist can be found right here.
♥ Heartbeats: a bit in the future.
♥ Picture Maker: Spain Road Trip.
♥ Picture Maker: Just before Merlin's second collection.
♥ Heartbeats: Prequel: first time.
♥ The Sexual Education of Bradley James: Morning Sex.
♥ Give and Take: When it's not okay.
♥ The One Where Gwaine Gets Cockblocked by Destiny: after. when he gets some.
♥ Shameless: after, when eames gets revenge.
♥ Breeches: after, where there's comeplay.
♥ Heartbeats: Prequel: first time.
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Date: 2011-06-16 09:45 pm (UTC)The first time Arthur saw Merlin, they were both working A&E. Arthur hated trauma. The only thing worse than A&E was Clinic, so Arthur was in a wretched mood. Morgana had already threatened to stab him with a dirty syringe if he didn't knock it off.
That was, of course, when he saw Merlin. He was walking by when he noticed how animatedly a little girl was speaking, her leg wide open as delicate hands sewed up a large, gaping wound. When he peered in, he saw Merlin, who was speaking with a wide smile as to distract the girl from the uncomfortable, albeit numb, fact that her leg was being stitched up. It was cute but it was much, much more than that. Merlin's fingers were so long, fragile looking and dancing in the intricate pattern of the needing—so beautiful and restrained and... something had lodged in Arthur's chest thing, a desire that seemed to shake the very foundation he was built on.
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Date: 2011-06-16 09:46 pm (UTC)He stalked Merlin fairly extensively. He pulled his personnel files and bribed the nurses and generally found out everything he could without actually speaking with him.
("You're a creep," Morgana had said. "You're a filthy pervert and no one likes you. I can't believe they let you crack people's chests open. He's way to good for you."
"Wait, you know him?"
"Get away from me before I shove a ventilator up your arse.")
Arthur finally cornered him in the small kitchen, just off the surgery ward where no one liked to come because it smelled funny. There, Merlin was making tea and humming and just being generally alluring. So, Arthur had charmed his way in, watching Merlin blush and stammer because Arthur was a surgeon and yes, everything was going quite well, until Merlin started to speak.
Arthur tried. He really did.
"Merlin, you have to stop," he choked out.
"What—"
Arthur reached out, hating the way Merlin's face turned red with humiliation. Arthur curled his hands around Merlin's ecstatically waving—those expressive, fucking emotive--fingers and shook his head.
"No, it's just," Arthur tried before he shook his head again. Merlin simply cocked his head, looking five times more delectable than he had any right. Arthur tried again. "You speak with your hands."
Merlin blushed harder. "I get excited."
"Yes well, that's all well and good but it's not proper because I have a consultation with a ten year old child in thirty minutes and you're waving your fingers around," Arthur gritted out, watching Merlin's too blue eyes go wide, flickering down to Arthur's tented scrubs. "I might find you hands slightly arousing and I'm trying to be a gentleman, which I assure you I am not, so it's a very difficult task for me. If would please, put them away."
Merlin did put them away.
He slid them down the front of Arthur's scrubs and stroked him off, right there, in the florescent lights of the smelly breakroom. He went ahead and took those beautiful fingers and played, teasingly, with Arthur's foreskin and did plainly sinful things to Arthur's cock until Arthur was crying out loudly. He tried to be quiet but it was impossible, not with Merlin's beautifully sharp face staring back at him, as if he couldn't believe his luck, when it was Arthur—Arthur that was—
"Merlin, fuckfuckfuck," Arthur cried out but then Merlin was shoving his fingers there too, silencing Arthur's moans with two of his spindle-like fingers on his tongue, fucking into Arthur's mouth.
Arthur came then.
When he was done, panting pathetically into Merlin's shoulder, he noticed how Merlin simply held him and it was terribly endearing.
"Let me take you to dinner," Arthur said. Merlin laughed.
"You have time for dinner?"
"Fine," Arthur spat, gathering Merlin closer to him and rubbing the hand covered in Arthur's come with his own fingers. "Get coffee with me, have a date with me in the on-call room, let me walk you to your car, just—"
When Merlin smiled, it was wide yes, but also vulnerable and needy and so, Arthur kissed it right off him. He kissed him and kissed him and then kissed him some more, until he was paged overhead by a very pissed off Morgause.
"Doctor Pendragon, get moving! You have a patient waiting, you—" at which point the microphone was jerked away.
"Let me see you again?" He has asked, wrangling his scrubs back to their proper spot around his hips. "Please?"
Merlin blinked, come still dripping from his hand that Arthur really, really wanted to lick off but they hadn't the time.
"Yes," he finally said. "I supposed that'd be all right."
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