Room 303, Saturday Afternoon

[bitchprince]

Last night hadn't been anywhere near bad, if somewhat confusing in how up front it was (and Arthur had thought he'd gotten used to, and appreciative, of how straightforward the island was) and so by the time Arthur finally reached his room, he wasn't in too bad a mood.

It was slightly hampered by the fact that his roommate wasn't around (... all right, he had to admit, something might be off if he was thinking that) but he chose not to think much of it.

Rather, he took a perch on his bed and flopped back, idly rubbing at his own stomach.

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[bitchprince]

"You're telling me," he said, his voice lowered.

And now he was reaching for the collar of her shirt. It was entirely too distracting and his mind wasn't solid enough on lucidity to really think about it (if he had, he would've recoiled).

[thatsamilkshake]

Not, properly, her shirt, which might have been part of the distraction, but yes. Francine frowned a little, but... somehow she couldn't entirely remember why she was frowning. Must be the messy bed. "Something on my shirt?"

[bitchprince]

"It's a shift, more than a shirt," he offered. "You could probably do with something more flattering."

He hadn't taken his hands off the fabric yet.

[thatsamilkshake]

"It--" Reminds me of him, which helps when whatever is going on around here makes me want to jump every boy that crosses my path. And also keeps me from heading up to Room 505. "I needed something to wear back from his room. ...Yesterday."

[bitchprince]

"And you haven't gotten changed?" Arthur asked, rubbing the collar between his fingers.

And, well, her jaw wasn't far from that, and now something in him was telling him that maybe making the jump would be very nice.

He was staring at her cleavage again. "Your tolerance is admirable." Really.

[thatsamilkshake]

"Of course I've--" What was the question again? He was really, really close. And he was, well. Arthur. Who wasn't unreal in the fairies left her in the crib way of Morgana. Just way, way out of Francine's league. "I just. Put it back on."

[bitchprince]

Arthur would resent that. He was every bit as pretty attractive as Morgana was, thank you. "So I see," he said, idly, and shifted on closer.

It seemed a better idea than reaching out and touching her cheek, yeah.

[thatsamilkshake]

Really really really close. And yes, every bit as pretty as Morgana. Just male. Really, really male. ...And blond. And confusing. "What do you see?"

[bitchprince]

"We'll see about that."

It made sense. Somewhere. Arthur wasn't bothered enough to do anything but lean in and try to kiss her.

Tomorrow, he would probably smack himself for pulling a bloody Leto. He had more class than that.

[thatsamilkshake]

It made perfect sense to Francine. Being kissed by a boy made the Most Sense ever. That it was a breathtakingly hot boy was just a bonus. That it was Arthur... well, okay, the sense thing kind of fell apart there, but she was willing to work with it.

[bitchprince]

Arthur had his own ideas about sense, and they involved an awful lot of sense should do as I tell it to, so he saw no problem at all with curling his fingers into Francine's shirt, over her breasts, and pressing on closer.

[thatsamilkshake]

Some tiny part of Francine's brain that was still operational filed away last time was totally the spell, oh my GOD so not a wet fish -- or perhaps that wasn't her brain. Anyway, the rest of her leaned into Arthur's touch because damn she liked that. The do as I say of it all.

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

So, really, when was a better time for Merlin to arrive upon the scene? Oh yes.

Now.

Never the kind to knock on Arthur's door, especially not now, and just having come back from turning someone into a mouse for doing this, Merlin couldn't help but stare for a moment or two.

Dear god this was not helping that heat.

[bitchprince]

Unaware that there was anyone at the door just yet (maybe Arthur was just too used to the lack of knocking) Arthur tangled his other hand softly into Francine's hair, deepening the kiss with every scrap of experience in his body.

Not a wet fish, no. His hand smoothed over the fabric over her breast.

[thatsamilkshake]

Whatever Arthur's opinion on the matter as concerned Merlin, Francine won the title of the Girliest Girl Who Ever Girled, and she was currently experiencing a combination of at least three early high school fantasy sequences, one of which had only ended when she was smacked in the face with a volleyball.

Which is to say no, she did not notice Merlin in the doorway.

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

"Arthur?" His brain kicked in a moment later. "Francine?"

[bitchprince]

Give it three, two--

Arthur pulled back. Leisurely, even. He had an image to uphold. "...Merlin," he said.

The ellipses were about where the fact that he was kissing Merlin's lady impacted on his mind, yes.

[thatsamilkshake]

Deer. Headlights. Still a bad metaphor considering where Arthur's hand had just been.

"Merlin!"

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

Merlin continued to stare for a moment, very carefully walking over toward them. "Were you both--?" Okay, he was trying to wrap his mind around it. And all that was coming up was 'Sandwich'.

He couldn't quite figure out why.

[bitchprince]

Arthur let go of Merlin's Francine's shift.

"... I," he started.

Now his sense of honour hurt.

[thatsamilkshake]

Francine wouldn't really know honor if it bit her -- save what she found herself learning from them ironically -- but guilt on the other hand... Hoo-boy was she an expert in that.

"I didn't..." She so did. "I mean. I was looking for you!"

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

Merlin sat down on the bed next to them, still working it out in his head. Because, really, if she was going to feel guilty about this, he was in a world of trouble for before.

"I--" Think it over, Merlin. "--think you should do that again."

Or not. Just go with lil' Merlin's ideas then.

[bitchprince]

If Merlin thought he was getting anything besides Arthur staring at him - and still not quite out of proximity from Francine, let's not remind him of that, please - and saying "What?", he didn't know Arthur very well.

Arthur was indignant. And confused. Explain to him, you bloody well would.

[thatsamilkshake]

If either of them thought they were getting anything but "Huh?" and a doe-eyed version of that stare from Francine, they'd apparently waited until after the third commercial break to tune in.

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

Lil' Merlin was being less than helpful here in giving him an explanation. So he just frowned as he tried to figure it out as well. "I--"

Huh.

He leaned forward suddenly to kiss Francine and her fabulous breasts.