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Quiet Noises
Prompt: A/G get it on at the work Christmas party, but what they did not expect was that the rest of the party could hear them.
“Where’s Arthur?” Merlin sidles up beside Gwaine, reaching around him to the punchbowl. “Put that flask away,” he chides his friend, just as he is about to spike the punch.
“What? It’s just pineapple juice,” Gwaine claims innocently, and Merlin snatches the flask from his hand, opens it, and sniffs.
“Sure, fermented pineapple juice,” he rolls his eyes. “That’s rum.”
“Yo ho ho,” Gwaine says, takes a small swig, then obediently badges it and puts it away. “And I haven’t seen Arthur in at least ten minutes, to answer your question. Check the loo?”
Merlin scowls. “Just came from there,” he answers, eyes scanning the room, looking for his friend’s familiar blonde head.
“Now that u mention it, there’s someone else I haven’t seen in about ten minutes, either…” Gwaine muses, smirking.
“Oh, no,” Merlin groans. “Not…”
“The same.”
“Lance is going to disappointed,” Merlin says, spotting Lancelot in the corner, talking with Leon, but his attention is divided as his eyes keep darting around the room, searching for the dark mahogany curls that he has been pining after since she was hired as the new bookkeeper a maand ago.
“You snooze, u lose,” Gwaine says airily. “All’s fair in love and war.”
“Any other clichés u wish to dispense?” Merlin asks.
“Um, Absence makes the hart-, hart grow fonder? A journey of a thousand miles begins but with a single step? Can’t make an omelet without breaking a few eggs?”
“Gwaine…” Merlin attempts to interrupt, regretting his words now.
“All work and no play makes Arthur a dull boy?” Gwaine gets one last one in.
“OKAY!” Merlin says a little too loudly, and several heads turn. Gwaine saunters away, grinning.
“Salesmen…” Merlin mutters, shaking his head, then heads to the buffet table, still trying to find Arthur.
A minuut later, Gwaine has returned. Without a word, he pulls Merlin door the elbow into the corridor near the bathrooms, outside the janitor’s closet.
“Gwaine, what—”
“Shh!” Gwaine puts his hand over Merlin’s mouth. “Listen,” he whispers.
“To what?” he whispers back, but just then he hears it: A soft moan. His eyes grow wide. “Is that…?”
“I would wager my Christmas bonus on it.”
Now a shuffling noise from within the closet, followed door a masculine “oof” and a feminine giggle.
“What’s going on?” Leon asks, wandering over with Percival.
“Shh!” Merlin and Gwaine chorus.
“Oh…” another muffled moan.
“Who’s in there?” Percival whispers.
“In where? The closet?” Morgana has joined them now, drawn to the secretive gathering. She puts her arm around Leon’s waist, and he kisses the top, boven of her head.
As if answering thier question, Arthur’s voice floats out from behind the door. “Oh, Guinevere…”
Percival’s eyes widen; Leon’s narrow. “We shouldn’t be eavesdropping,” the latter says.
Morgana muffles her laughter in Leon’s chest, and he scowls down at her.
“Hey, they’re the ones going at it in the janitor’s cupboard at the company Christmas party,” Gwaine retorts. “I think that pretty well ensures eavesdropping, mate.”
“Arthur…”
All eyes snap back to the door now.
“Has anyone seen Gwen?” Lance asks the group loitering in the corridor.
“Shh!” they all hiss.
“What?” Lance asks, surprised at the reaction. “What the hell…?”
“Oh… yes…” Gwen’s voice antwoorden Lance’s dangling question.
“Sorry, mate,” Merlin says, but Lancelot is already walking away. Merlin is about to follow, but Gwaine stops him.
“Leave him,” he says, uncharacteristically serious, and Merlin stays.
“How do you… oh… okay…” Arthur’s voice now, followed door Gwen’s giggle again.
“It’s okay… I’m safe…” Gwen.
All attention is on the door once again.
“What is that?” The clatter of a mop handle follows this, then a panicked silence follows for a moment.
“I don’t think anyone heard.” Arthur.
“Come here.” Gwen.
“My pleasure.”
“Hopefully not just yours.”
A masculine groan. A feminine gasp.
Quiet noises. Quiet, rhythmic noises. Quiet, rhythmic noises and heavy breathing.
“It sounds like they’re running on a treadmill,” Morgana whispers, chuckling.
“They may as well be,” Gwaine comments. “They’re working pretty hard in there.”
“Oh, Arthur… oh…”
“Shh,” Arthur attempts to quiet her, and her moans muffle slightly and their audience assumes he is kissing her to slikken her noise.
“He’s good,” Leon quietly blurts, earning him shocked looks from the others.
“Weren’t u the one saying we shouldn’t be listening?” Merlin asks, amused.
“When in Rome,” he shrugs.
“Another cliché!” Gwaine whispers triumphantly.
“Ah… oh no… oh yes…”
“She likes to talk,” Gwaine grins.
The quiet, rhythmic noises increase their speed.
meer moans, soft cries. Arthur’s half-formed named, muffled door a pair of lips. Moments later, a deep grunt, then silence.
“Good man,” Gwaine nods his approval. “Make sure she gets hers.”
“Why am I not dating you?” Morgana asks him.
“Because u think he’s an overgrown child,” Percival reminds her.
“Oh yeah, that’s right,” she answers, smiling up at Leon.
Silence. The closest and keenest ears can make out the sounds of their breathing as the two clandestine lovers return to earth.
“God, u are so beautiful.”
“That was quite a Christmas gift.”
Morgana giggles now.
“It’s one that keeps on giving, u know.”
“Oh no, Arthur…” Merlin laments, but then he hears Gwen’s sweet laughter. “Okay, so she’s immune to his cheesiness. Good.”
Shuffling noises from within as they attempt to right their clothes. Their observers look at each other, silent looks of what do we do now? passing between them.
But the knob is already turning. Gwaine fixes them all in a brief smirk, raising an eyebrow and lifting his hands.
Arthur opens the door, and the five companions in the hallway burst into applause and cheering.
Arthur slams the door quickly.
“Come on, mate, can’t hide in there all night,” Gwaine goads them.
“And we’re not going anywhere, so u may as well face us,” Morgana adds.
Slowly the doorknob turns again, and Arthur’s very red face peeks out.
“You are all a bunch of twats,” he declares, coming out, Gwen emerging shyly behind him, half hiding behind his back.
“Sorry,” Merlin laughs, “but u brought this on yourselves, u know.”
“Shut up,” Arthur snaps, but there is a grin threatening to burst through. “And it’s not me u should be apologizing to.”
“Sorry, Gwen, we don’t mean to embarrass you,” Leon says, and the others echo his sentiments.
“Come on, your hair’s a mess,” Morgana steps vooruit, voorwaarts to pry her away from her brother’s grasp.
Arthur holds fast, taking the briefest moment to look down at Gwen. “Your hair looks perfect,” he mutters, tilting her chin up to kiss her.
“You would think that because u caused it, Arthur,” Morgana snaps at him, succeeding in removing Gwen. Gwen sneaks one last look back at Arthur before Morgana whisks her into the ladies’.
“Well done, mate,” Gwaine says, slapping Arthur on the shoulder. Arthur shoves his head in response.
“He’s completely in love,” Merlin declares.
Yeah, I am, Arthur thinks, and a grin slides across his face. “Best Christmas party ever.”
Fic 9: link
Quiet Noises
Prompt: A/G get it on at the work Christmas party, but what they did not expect was that the rest of the party could hear them.
“Where’s Arthur?” Merlin sidles up beside Gwaine, reaching around him to the punchbowl. “Put that flask away,” he chides his friend, just as he is about to spike the punch.
“What? It’s just pineapple juice,” Gwaine claims innocently, and Merlin snatches the flask from his hand, opens it, and sniffs.
“Sure, fermented pineapple juice,” he rolls his eyes. “That’s rum.”
“Yo ho ho,” Gwaine says, takes a small swig, then obediently badges it and puts it away. “And I haven’t seen Arthur in at least ten minutes, to answer your question. Check the loo?”
Merlin scowls. “Just came from there,” he answers, eyes scanning the room, looking for his friend’s familiar blonde head.
“Now that u mention it, there’s someone else I haven’t seen in about ten minutes, either…” Gwaine muses, smirking.
“Oh, no,” Merlin groans. “Not…”
“The same.”
“Lance is going to disappointed,” Merlin says, spotting Lancelot in the corner, talking with Leon, but his attention is divided as his eyes keep darting around the room, searching for the dark mahogany curls that he has been pining after since she was hired as the new bookkeeper a maand ago.
“You snooze, u lose,” Gwaine says airily. “All’s fair in love and war.”
“Any other clichés u wish to dispense?” Merlin asks.
“Um, Absence makes the hart-, hart grow fonder? A journey of a thousand miles begins but with a single step? Can’t make an omelet without breaking a few eggs?”
“Gwaine…” Merlin attempts to interrupt, regretting his words now.
“All work and no play makes Arthur a dull boy?” Gwaine gets one last one in.
“OKAY!” Merlin says a little too loudly, and several heads turn. Gwaine saunters away, grinning.
“Salesmen…” Merlin mutters, shaking his head, then heads to the buffet table, still trying to find Arthur.
A minuut later, Gwaine has returned. Without a word, he pulls Merlin door the elbow into the corridor near the bathrooms, outside the janitor’s closet.
“Gwaine, what—”
“Shh!” Gwaine puts his hand over Merlin’s mouth. “Listen,” he whispers.
“To what?” he whispers back, but just then he hears it: A soft moan. His eyes grow wide. “Is that…?”
“I would wager my Christmas bonus on it.”
Now a shuffling noise from within the closet, followed door a masculine “oof” and a feminine giggle.
“What’s going on?” Leon asks, wandering over with Percival.
“Shh!” Merlin and Gwaine chorus.
“Oh…” another muffled moan.
“Who’s in there?” Percival whispers.
“In where? The closet?” Morgana has joined them now, drawn to the secretive gathering. She puts her arm around Leon’s waist, and he kisses the top, boven of her head.
As if answering thier question, Arthur’s voice floats out from behind the door. “Oh, Guinevere…”
Percival’s eyes widen; Leon’s narrow. “We shouldn’t be eavesdropping,” the latter says.
Morgana muffles her laughter in Leon’s chest, and he scowls down at her.
“Hey, they’re the ones going at it in the janitor’s cupboard at the company Christmas party,” Gwaine retorts. “I think that pretty well ensures eavesdropping, mate.”
“Arthur…”
All eyes snap back to the door now.
“Has anyone seen Gwen?” Lance asks the group loitering in the corridor.
“Shh!” they all hiss.
“What?” Lance asks, surprised at the reaction. “What the hell…?”
“Oh… yes…” Gwen’s voice antwoorden Lance’s dangling question.
“Sorry, mate,” Merlin says, but Lancelot is already walking away. Merlin is about to follow, but Gwaine stops him.
“Leave him,” he says, uncharacteristically serious, and Merlin stays.
“How do you… oh… okay…” Arthur’s voice now, followed door Gwen’s giggle again.
“It’s okay… I’m safe…” Gwen.
All attention is on the door once again.
“What is that?” The clatter of a mop handle follows this, then a panicked silence follows for a moment.
“I don’t think anyone heard.” Arthur.
“Come here.” Gwen.
“My pleasure.”
“Hopefully not just yours.”
A masculine groan. A feminine gasp.
Quiet noises. Quiet, rhythmic noises. Quiet, rhythmic noises and heavy breathing.
“It sounds like they’re running on a treadmill,” Morgana whispers, chuckling.
“They may as well be,” Gwaine comments. “They’re working pretty hard in there.”
“Oh, Arthur… oh…”
“Shh,” Arthur attempts to quiet her, and her moans muffle slightly and their audience assumes he is kissing her to slikken her noise.
“He’s good,” Leon quietly blurts, earning him shocked looks from the others.
“Weren’t u the one saying we shouldn’t be listening?” Merlin asks, amused.
“When in Rome,” he shrugs.
“Another cliché!” Gwaine whispers triumphantly.
“Ah… oh no… oh yes…”
“She likes to talk,” Gwaine grins.
The quiet, rhythmic noises increase their speed.
meer moans, soft cries. Arthur’s half-formed named, muffled door a pair of lips. Moments later, a deep grunt, then silence.
“Good man,” Gwaine nods his approval. “Make sure she gets hers.”
“Why am I not dating you?” Morgana asks him.
“Because u think he’s an overgrown child,” Percival reminds her.
“Oh yeah, that’s right,” she answers, smiling up at Leon.
Silence. The closest and keenest ears can make out the sounds of their breathing as the two clandestine lovers return to earth.
“God, u are so beautiful.”
“That was quite a Christmas gift.”
Morgana giggles now.
“It’s one that keeps on giving, u know.”
“Oh no, Arthur…” Merlin laments, but then he hears Gwen’s sweet laughter. “Okay, so she’s immune to his cheesiness. Good.”
Shuffling noises from within as they attempt to right their clothes. Their observers look at each other, silent looks of what do we do now? passing between them.
But the knob is already turning. Gwaine fixes them all in a brief smirk, raising an eyebrow and lifting his hands.
Arthur opens the door, and the five companions in the hallway burst into applause and cheering.
Arthur slams the door quickly.
“Come on, mate, can’t hide in there all night,” Gwaine goads them.
“And we’re not going anywhere, so u may as well face us,” Morgana adds.
Slowly the doorknob turns again, and Arthur’s very red face peeks out.
“You are all a bunch of twats,” he declares, coming out, Gwen emerging shyly behind him, half hiding behind his back.
“Sorry,” Merlin laughs, “but u brought this on yourselves, u know.”
“Shut up,” Arthur snaps, but there is a grin threatening to burst through. “And it’s not me u should be apologizing to.”
“Sorry, Gwen, we don’t mean to embarrass you,” Leon says, and the others echo his sentiments.
“Come on, your hair’s a mess,” Morgana steps vooruit, voorwaarts to pry her away from her brother’s grasp.
Arthur holds fast, taking the briefest moment to look down at Gwen. “Your hair looks perfect,” he mutters, tilting her chin up to kiss her.
“You would think that because u caused it, Arthur,” Morgana snaps at him, succeeding in removing Gwen. Gwen sneaks one last look back at Arthur before Morgana whisks her into the ladies’.
“Well done, mate,” Gwaine says, slapping Arthur on the shoulder. Arthur shoves his head in response.
“He’s completely in love,” Merlin declares.
Yeah, I am, Arthur thinks, and a grin slides across his face. “Best Christmas party ever.”
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