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.

[[ for two people, please! ]]

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[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.

[bitchprince]

Arthur was still staring.

It wasn't much the same, though. Francine was attractive, he'd give Merlin that, but...

Something in him physically yoinked back, causing him to tilt away from the scene.

[thatsamilkshake]

Well, kissing Merlin was right and good. People unhappy was wrong, though. Francine had Issues with people being unhappy. So she fidgeted a little into the kiss, wondering.

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

Merlin may have had the same issues with... certain people.

So, when he pulled back, he nodded once and did the utterly wrong and unthinkable. He reached over to grab Arthur's shirt to pull him into a kiss as well.

[bitchprince]

Yeah, that was about enough to make Arthur's eyes go big, yes. Liberties. Holy hell, that was a bad case of liberties.

It didn't stop him from kissing back for... at least a few seconds, though, and hard, maybe even desperate.

Give him another few, and he'd be throwing them both out of the room.

[thatsamilkshake]

That...what. There were boys kissing. PRETTY MUCH IN HER LAP. And Francine wasn't sure whether it was the hottest thing she'd ever seen or made her feel like she didn't exist, or ...what.

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

"Um." Merlin pulled back after a moment, hands on his knees. "Yes."

Because that answered everything.

[bitchprince]

Arthur was just blinking.

"..."

Give it--

"You should get out."

Weakly.

[thatsamilkshake]

Francine would just be... she'd move or something, at some point.

And here she thought it was only Katchoo who could set the world off its axis with a kiss.

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

Merlin just kinda stared back at him. And then at Francine.

"Oh." Yes, Merlin. Because sane people react that way. "I was just--trying to say I wasn't upset?"

Not. Helping.

[bitchprince]

"Get," Arthur snapped, "Out."

He wasn't even sure why he was pissed off.

...

All right, he was. He wasn't Merlin. But.

[thatsamilkshake]

Francine shrank back against Merlin, wanting to fix things, like she always wanted to fix things, and fairly sure this was her fault somehow. Really it was only even towards Merlin because Arthur was the one yelling. "Merlin..."