Title:Dr. Candyman and Father Christmas part 9.
Character/s: Morgana, Arthur, Merlin and Lance.
Summary: Having heard Arthur ramble about the cute doctor, Morgana decides he should take a bigger part in the Christmas gifts for the childrens ward charity.
Warnings: None in this.
Word Count: ~1000
Prompt: #213 Eye contact
Author's Notes: Edit: man, I posted in a hurry from my phone, have tried to clean it up a bit. These boys deserve more of my time, but...
Follow up to:
Dr.Candyman and Father Christmas Part 1
Dr.Candyman and Father Christmas Part 2
Dr.Candyman and Father Christmas Part 3
Dr.Candyman and Father Christmas Part 4
Dr.Candyman and Father Christmas Part 5
Dr.Candyman and Father Christmas Part 6
Dr.Candyman and Father Christmas Part 7
Dr.Candyman and Father Christmas Part 8
Dr.Candyman and Father Christmas Part 9
Staying in the carpeted areas in their impromptu guided tour meant making a few detours, but Arthur decided it was worth it. They still had a while to talk before the fireworks would start. The other guests would gradually trickle from the ball room to the terrace outside, where they would have a good view of the garden and the traditional Pendragon Mansion firework display. Arthur didn’t feel like joining the crowd and he had the feeling Merlin wasn’t too eager to go back either. The gazebo would have been a nice place too. It lay far more secluded, tucked away in the garden, but getting there would require shoes. So the balcony by the library seemed the best choice.
Arthur couldn’t remember a time he had given this much thought and consideration to the wellbeing of a pair of feet which were not his own. There was just something about Merlin that brought out his protective side.
Not that he seemed to need protection, but Arthur wanted to offer his anyway. Merlin never once asked where they were going and never once seemed worried about it. Perhaps it was a trick of the trade, a doctor’s professional poker face, or perhaps he was just one of those live-in-the-moment kinds of guys. Then there was Merlin's insistence that he had been the one to steal Arthur away. Perhaps Merlin had plans of his own with his stolen ‘prince’. Arthur’s mouth ran a bit dry then and he downed the last drops of champagne and deposited his glass on an available surface. Merlin’s Champagne remained barely touched. It had lost all its bubbles and swirled lukewarm and flat around in the glass as Merlin pointed and gesticulated.
“You can leave yours too,” Arthur suggested. Merlin frowned and gave the innocent flower pedestal a scrutinizing look, a look Arthur felt was better suited for people demanding a prescription for medication after self-diagnosing by googling symptoms on the web. He felt a little nervous on the pedestals behalf.
“Or you can leave it anywhere, it’s no trouble. What I mean is you don’t have to lug it around.”
The frown smoothed out and he gave Arthur an apologetic grin. Their eyes locked and Arthur couldn’t imagine what Merlin would feel the need to apologize for, unless he was sorry for making Arthur feel warm and swirly inside and more than ready to be taken for a spin.
“It gives me something to hang on to. I feel ridiculous as it is, bare feet and carrying my shoes around like I have no social antennas at all. At least with the champagne glass I can hope I look eccentric rather than ridiculous.” Merlin’ eyebrows arched up, he lifted the glass in a half toast as if to say “See? Eccentric. Yeah?” And what else could Arthur do but burst out laughing?
“You really do look ridiculous” Arthur blurted out. It had no bite though, Arthur felt his ears heat up at the poorly hidden fondness in his voice.
Merlin chuckled softly, grinning cheeks turned his eyes to narrow slits. “There’s no hope for me then?”
“None.” Arthur took the glass from Merlin and put it away before he took a few steps to make them both start walking again. Merlin put on a fake pout for a short while, then he came up on Arthur’s side and curled Arthur's arm around his.
“Plan B." He explained. "With some nice arm candy and no one will notice the shoes.”
A battle of arms took place before Arthur had Merlin’s arm wrapped around his as he wanted. Merlin glanced from their entwined arms to Arthur’s content grin. “So now I’m your arm candy.”
“Yes. You’re the candyman, remember?”
Merlin laughed. “If you say so, my prince.” Then he added with a causal tone.
“I’m flexible in these matters.”
While trying to interpret this information correctly, Arthur accidentally forgot about carpets and took the shortest route to the library.