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I Don't Mean What I Say

Author: little_huntress
Title: I Don't Mean What I Say
Rating: PG
Pairing/s: Arthur/Merlin
Character/s: Arthur, Gwaine, Merlin
Summary: Arthur swears off dating. Really.
Warnings: None
Word Count: 498
Prompt: #231: Foreshadowing
Author's Notes: Sorry, I kind of hand-waved this week's theme.




It's well past two in the morning when they finally make it out of the pub, Gwaine guiding him with a hand on his back --it's a surprise given it tends to be the other way around-- the fresh, chilly air hitting him suddenly, making him feel dizzier. The night spins.

"I'm fine," Arthur mutters, getting away from Gwaine, only managing a few steps before he has to stop to center himself.

"Sure you are, come here before you fall flat on your arse," Gwaine chuckles. He catches up and pulls Arthur by his sleeve, standing next to him in case Arthur needs assistance. "Seriously, mate, getting sozzled wasn't your best move."

Arthur scrubs a hand over his face, ignoring Gwaine's words, he says, "I swear this is the last time."

"Drinking until your liver can't take it anymore?"

He shakes his head vehemently. "Not that, dating. I'm done going out with people I don't really have any interest in."

"Right. I'll be sure to remind you this."

"No need, I have the whole world at my feet now, Gwaine," Arthur says, tone loud and euphoric, "The whole world." He does a spin, arms outstretched, almost socking a very disgruntled looking man around their age. When Gwaine saw him coming out of the pub he never expected Arthur to be a danger to third parties.

"Hey, watch it you dollop-headed drunk," he throws out, narrowing his eyes at Arthur's less than sober display. He walks away scoffing.

"Oops, I think I need to lay down," Arthur says, trying to focus on the retreating figure who's probably insulting Arthur's kin.

"Yes, you do. Come, princess. I'll let you crash in my couch."

***



Gwaine watches with never ending amusement the way Arthur and Merlin act so besotted around each other. It's a ridiculous sight, they practically ignore everyone else in the room in favor of kissing and whisper silly things to each other. Their couch is like their own private island. If they weren't his friends and he wasn't used to them he would've thrown a glass of water on them to break them apart.

"Oh, finally, I thought you were about to die from lack of breathing," he mocks, receiving a roll of eyes from Arthur though it doesn't have the desired effect, what with his swollen red lips and the way Merlin's hides his laughter in his shoulder.

"You're just jealous you have no one to snog," Arthur tells him, wrapping his arm around Merlin's shoulder.

"Please, that's the last thing I'd be jealous about."

"Yeah, how's Percy doing?" Merlin asks innocently. Gwaine can see through the mask.

"Do you remember that time you swore love off and were going on and on about never dating again?" Gwaine asks directing his words to Arthur. Merlin sits up straighter, clearly intrigued. Arthur looks puzzled.

"You did?" Merlin asks Arthur.

"I never said such a thing."

Gwaine laughs, gets comfortable in his seat. "Funny story, Merlin. Let me tell you it."

Tags: *c:dreammaidenn, c:arthur, c:gwaine, c:merlin, pt 231:foreshadowing, rating:pg, type:drabble
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