Title: Spring Fling
Pairing/s: Merlin/Morgana, Arthur/Gwen
Character/s: Merlin, Morgana, Arthur, Gwen
Summary: The boys spot something unusual in the woods on their way home.
Warnings: innuendo, implied sexy times
Word Count: 783
Prompt: 162- Spring
Author's Notes: I'm surprised to discover I'm the first to take this angle on the prompt!
Arthur and Merlin crept quietly through the woods. They’d been returning from a hunt and had heard strange noises nearby. There were grunts and shrieks paired with the trampling of the forest floor. Their hunt hadn’t been that successful so they- Arthur -wanted to know if there was the possibility of bagging more game.
The trees began thinning ahead; sunlight appeared through the gaps between them. The men knelt at the edge of a clearing. By now the sounds had clarified a bit—they discerned feminine laughter among the others.
The two men gaped at the scene they found then exchanged a startled look. There were two women in wispy, flimsy dresses dancing. Several kinds of animals frolicked all around them; it was they who were making most of the noise. And underneath their feet were a wide variety of wildflowers, which sprung up again after they were trampled. And the women? Morgana and Guinevere.
While Arthur stared in shock, the wheels in Merlin’s mind turned. Beneath all the sounds he heard the faintest of melodies and it called to him. It begged him to join the two women in their dance and enjoy what the season had to offer. The season . . . of course. It was time for renewal, rebirth and . . . other things males and females of all species do together at spring—dancing, of course.
He turned to look at Arthur and found him stripping off his armor and chainmail. Once he was down to his tunic and trousers he stood and stepped into the clearing. Merlin tried to grab his wrist but just missed. He watched as Arthur ran toward the two women, who embraced him once he reached them. All three joined hands and began dancing.
Merlin stood. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. The music became nearly overwhelming, and he decided to just give in. He opened his eyes and felt them flash gold—the music overwhelmed him and he ran to the three in the clearing. Morgana and Gwen embraced him and took his hands. He joined their dance, whirling and twirling with all three of his friends. They seemed so much more colorful and alive here.
Soon the song changed and Gwen let go of his hand. Morgana let go of Arthur’s and took Merlin’s other one; he promptly forgot about the others. Morgana smiled beautifully at him and pulled him closer to her for a long embrace. He suddenly felt closer to her, physically and emotionally, than he ever had before, and when she drew back a bit, he pulled her back to him. She stared into his eyes and he was so overwhelmed with her, he bent his head down to capture her lips with his.
That simple touch seemed to ignite something within them. His hands rose to cup her face between them and hers went to his waist and slid up to his shoulders. They kissed and broke, then kissed and broke again and again until something fractured in him. He held her head to his and licked at her bottom lip until she opened her mouth to him. Their tongues danced for several delicious moments until she broke away with a giggle.
She took his hand again and tugged on it. He got the hint and followed her as she headed to a copse of trees at the edge of the clearing. She giggled and pulled him back to her, and he lost himself in this new world which consisted solely of her.
Merlin woke to the sound of a crackling fire. He opened his eyes to see he was lying on his bedroll next to a campfire, with Arthur across the way. The Prince also appeared to just be waking up. They stared at each other for a few minutes before realizing something and sitting up.
“Did you . . .?” and “Do you remember . . .?” they asked at the same time. Merlin nodded to indicate Arthur should speak first. “Did you have the same odd dream as me?”
“You mean finding a clearing with the girls dancing and joining them?” Arthur nodded. “I’m not sure it was a dream.”
“So we really . . .?”
“I don’t know. We could look, I suppose.”
After a quick breakfast, the two men mounted their horses and started a search pattern to find the mysterious clearing. But they searched all the rest of that day and found nothing. So they resolved to head back to Camelot and see what the girls said. If they didn’t remember either and there were no “consequences,” there was absolutely no need mention it ever again.