Fic 3: link
Through the Snow
Prompt: Dashing through the snow
“Dashing through the snow, in a one-horse open sleigh…”
“Merlin, shut up!” Gwen snaps, navigating through traffic on the snowy highway, gripping the steering wheel like she’s trying to strangle it. “And this isn’t a sleigh, it’s a Land Rover,” she mutters.
“Dashing through the snow, in Gwen’s black LR2…”
“Merlin…” she warns, hitting the brakes suddenly. “Ugh, if you’re going to just go the speed limit, get out of this lane!”
“Gwen, calm down,” Merlin says.
“I don’t know why I let wewe talk me into this, Merlin,” she says, biting her lip, changing lanes.
“Exit, Gwen… Exit!”
“Bugger!” she checks her blind spot, cranks the wheel, and hits the exit ramp just in time.
“Whoa!”
“Sorry. I just… we need to get there. If he gets on that plane and goes back to Arizona…” she pauses, blinking tears out of her eyes so she can see, “I’ll die. Inside.”
“I know, Gwen. There. Parking garage.”
“But what if he still goes, Merlin? What if I’ve come all this way only to be rejected? I’d be mortified. And then I’ll die. Outside.”
“Trust me,” is all he’ll say. He’s poking at his phone now. “Brilliant.”
“What?” Gwen says, pulling into a parking space.
“His flight’s been delayed. Apparently it’s snowing au something,” he smirks.
Gwen snorts and practically jumps out of her car.
They run to the doors, pounding the elevator button frantically.
“Gwen, pressing it zaidi than once doesn’t make the lift come any faster.”
“Yes, it does,” she says stubbornly.
The elevator arrives. “See?”
They speed-walk through the terminal, Gwen pulling Merlin along behind her, weaving in and out through the throng of holiday travelers. She spies the monitors inaonyesha the flights.
923 – TUSCON – DELAYED – E3
“Gate E3, Merlin, this way,” she says, yanking his hand again.
“I hope he’s not through security yet,” Merlin says.
“Thanks, something else to stress about,” she grumbles.
“Oh, good, a long line,” Merlin says, sighing in relief. They scan the travelers, looking for Arthur’s blonde head.
“Is that him? No, that’s a woman. I think,” Merlin mutters.
“There,” Gwen points, her voice leaving her.
“Arthur!” Merlin shouts, and Gwen hides behind him, hitting him on the arm.
“Ow!” he complains, then, walking closer, “Arthur!”
Arthur turns, his face bearing that telltale did-someone-just-say-my-name look.
“Arthur!” Merlin calls again, pulling Gwen with him now.
“Merlin?” Arthur asks, puzzled. “What are you… doing… here…?” His voice trails off as Gwen comes into view from behind Merlin.
Eyes wide, biting her lower lip, her breathing is shallow. Nervous. “Hello, Arthur,” she finally squeaks.
“Guinevere,” he breathes her name, forgetting his own now.
“Oi, songesha along, mate!” the man behind Arthur in line complains.
“Sorry,” Arthur apologizes, stepping out of the line now, towards Gwen, staring as the noise and bustle of the airport terminal fades into the background. “What are you…?”
“Don’t go,” she whispers.
He stops. Did she just ask me not to leave? Did I hear that right?
“Please.” She takes a step towards him.
Arthur’s moyo speeds up. His mouth is dry. She wants me to stay. She wants me. To stay!
“Say something, please,” she says, tears starting to appear in her eyes as she starts to flush with embarrassment. He wants to go.
“You want me to stay?” he finally asks, his voice barely audible.
“Only if you… if wewe want to stay,” she answers.
“With you?” he asks, moving closer now so she has to tilt her face up to see him.
“That’s what I was hoping,” she answers, biting her lip again.
Arthur looks down at her, his eyes searching her upturned face, dancing across the scattering of freckles decorating her nose and pausing briefly at the translucent brown of her almond-shaped eyes before dropping to her slightly parted, lush lips, drawn in to the little o at their center. I just want to live there.
His lips are on hers before he realizes what he’s done, his bag suddenly but gently removed from his hand kwa (hopefully) Merlin, allowing him to pull her into his arms.
Gwen stiffens in surprise for just the briefest moment before melting into him, her arms coming up around his neck now as he leans into her, deepening the kiss.
Finally they come up for air, and Arthur glances up to see Merlin politely looking elsewhere, Arthur’s small suitcase in his hand.
“Is that a yes?” Gwen asks, still clinging to him, her hand on his cheek now.
“Well, it is sunny and warm in Arizona…” he smirks, teasing. He kisses her once more, quickly, and adds, “but I have a feeling you’ll keep me warm.”
Fic 5: link
Through the Snow
Prompt: Dashing through the snow
“Dashing through the snow, in a one-horse open sleigh…”
“Merlin, shut up!” Gwen snaps, navigating through traffic on the snowy highway, gripping the steering wheel like she’s trying to strangle it. “And this isn’t a sleigh, it’s a Land Rover,” she mutters.
“Dashing through the snow, in Gwen’s black LR2…”
“Merlin…” she warns, hitting the brakes suddenly. “Ugh, if you’re going to just go the speed limit, get out of this lane!”
“Gwen, calm down,” Merlin says.
“I don’t know why I let wewe talk me into this, Merlin,” she says, biting her lip, changing lanes.
“Exit, Gwen… Exit!”
“Bugger!” she checks her blind spot, cranks the wheel, and hits the exit ramp just in time.
“Whoa!”
“Sorry. I just… we need to get there. If he gets on that plane and goes back to Arizona…” she pauses, blinking tears out of her eyes so she can see, “I’ll die. Inside.”
“I know, Gwen. There. Parking garage.”
“But what if he still goes, Merlin? What if I’ve come all this way only to be rejected? I’d be mortified. And then I’ll die. Outside.”
“Trust me,” is all he’ll say. He’s poking at his phone now. “Brilliant.”
“What?” Gwen says, pulling into a parking space.
“His flight’s been delayed. Apparently it’s snowing au something,” he smirks.
Gwen snorts and practically jumps out of her car.
They run to the doors, pounding the elevator button frantically.
“Gwen, pressing it zaidi than once doesn’t make the lift come any faster.”
“Yes, it does,” she says stubbornly.
The elevator arrives. “See?”
They speed-walk through the terminal, Gwen pulling Merlin along behind her, weaving in and out through the throng of holiday travelers. She spies the monitors inaonyesha the flights.
923 – TUSCON – DELAYED – E3
“Gate E3, Merlin, this way,” she says, yanking his hand again.
“I hope he’s not through security yet,” Merlin says.
“Thanks, something else to stress about,” she grumbles.
“Oh, good, a long line,” Merlin says, sighing in relief. They scan the travelers, looking for Arthur’s blonde head.
“Is that him? No, that’s a woman. I think,” Merlin mutters.
“There,” Gwen points, her voice leaving her.
“Arthur!” Merlin shouts, and Gwen hides behind him, hitting him on the arm.
“Ow!” he complains, then, walking closer, “Arthur!”
Arthur turns, his face bearing that telltale did-someone-just-say-my-name look.
“Arthur!” Merlin calls again, pulling Gwen with him now.
“Merlin?” Arthur asks, puzzled. “What are you… doing… here…?” His voice trails off as Gwen comes into view from behind Merlin.
Eyes wide, biting her lower lip, her breathing is shallow. Nervous. “Hello, Arthur,” she finally squeaks.
“Guinevere,” he breathes her name, forgetting his own now.
“Oi, songesha along, mate!” the man behind Arthur in line complains.
“Sorry,” Arthur apologizes, stepping out of the line now, towards Gwen, staring as the noise and bustle of the airport terminal fades into the background. “What are you…?”
“Don’t go,” she whispers.
He stops. Did she just ask me not to leave? Did I hear that right?
“Please.” She takes a step towards him.
Arthur’s moyo speeds up. His mouth is dry. She wants me to stay. She wants me. To stay!
“Say something, please,” she says, tears starting to appear in her eyes as she starts to flush with embarrassment. He wants to go.
“You want me to stay?” he finally asks, his voice barely audible.
“Only if you… if wewe want to stay,” she answers.
“With you?” he asks, moving closer now so she has to tilt her face up to see him.
“That’s what I was hoping,” she answers, biting her lip again.
Arthur looks down at her, his eyes searching her upturned face, dancing across the scattering of freckles decorating her nose and pausing briefly at the translucent brown of her almond-shaped eyes before dropping to her slightly parted, lush lips, drawn in to the little o at their center. I just want to live there.
His lips are on hers before he realizes what he’s done, his bag suddenly but gently removed from his hand kwa (hopefully) Merlin, allowing him to pull her into his arms.
Gwen stiffens in surprise for just the briefest moment before melting into him, her arms coming up around his neck now as he leans into her, deepening the kiss.
Finally they come up for air, and Arthur glances up to see Merlin politely looking elsewhere, Arthur’s small suitcase in his hand.
“Is that a yes?” Gwen asks, still clinging to him, her hand on his cheek now.
“Well, it is sunny and warm in Arizona…” he smirks, teasing. He kisses her once more, quickly, and adds, “but I have a feeling you’ll keep me warm.”
Fic 5: link
