Title: Last dance
Word Count: 311
Thanks to issy5209 for still talking to me after mutilating her language like I did…
Notes: Merlin knows it can never be
Merlin knew he shouldn’t, but he couldn’t help sneaking glances. It had been nothing more than a one night stand and he shouldn’t have hoped for a phone call the next day. He was an adult, he should know how to handle this. And it wasn’t as if he hadn’t wanted it just as badly.
But he couldn’t help his emotions running wild, each time they passed each other at official functions or parties of their friends after that night in the club. His heart was beating fast and his breathing sped up, reliving each touch and each kiss in his memory. But he had barely acknowledged Merlin’s existence with a nod from afar, so Merlin knew he shouldn’t keep his hopes up.
And now he was stuck at this stupid ball that he had only invited to because his father’s name still meant something to the rich and famous. Merlin knew he couldn’t leave before the dance part of the evening was almost over and he hated that his eyes were always drawn back to where he was dancing with some wife of whomever.
Merlin sighed and loosened his tie. Knowing it could never be, he downed the rest of the wine in his glass. It was late, nobody would question if he left now.
Taking a deep breath to calm his fluttering nerves, Merlin turned and forced a smile on his face. “Hi.”
“This seems to be the last song.”
Merlin looked from the held-out hand to his face and back and before he could question it, he put his hand in his, let him lead him to the dance floor and closed his eyes as the other pulled him close. He had no idea what this meant and where it would lead them. For the moment, he would just enjoy the few minutes he got with Arthur.