500 Days of Freya (Merlin)

Double Date

Chapter 10

Warning/s: Nothing really. Nothing that you wouldn't expect from a T-rated story, anyway.

Disclaimer: I don't own Merlin.

A/N: This is a prompt from star-eye: "ModernMerlin double date between Gwen/Arthur and Freylin"

This isn't brilliant, I'm not great at writing dates and stuff like that (considering my lack of experience) so this is probably rubbish, as I'm just using what I've read in books and heard from others who aren't as lonely as me *sobs quietly in a corner*

Freya's heels clicked on the concrete paving, the sound eerie in the dark of the night. The cinema was a large, cream building, light spilling from the glass doors across the front of the building. Merlin couldn't help but stare at Freya when she caught the light: she was wearing a simple, plum-coloured dress that came down to her knees and a large, chunky belt. She was wearing little makeup and her skin was pale and creamy. Freya caught him admiring her and slapped him on the arm playfully. "I know I'm beautiful, but you don't have to be so obvious," she joked.

"Only showing my appreciation," Merlin retaliated, swinging open the opening door and gesturing for Freya to go through first. "Are we meeting them in the lobby or in the actual cinema?" he asked.

Freya rolled her eyes at her boyfriend's lack of organisation. "In the lobby," she answered, scanning the large space for Arthur and Gwen. "See, there they are, at that table." She pointed the couple out to Merlin, and they advanced towards their table together. Once they got closer, Gwen noticed them and stood to greet them, hugging Merlin tightly and kissing Freya on the cheek.

Arthur stayed seated, supremely unruffled by all of this, stirring his coffee. Merlin rolled his eyes; typical Arthur, pretending that nothing bothered him.

"Looking forward to the film?" Gwen asked, finishing her coffee, leaving a bright red lipstick stain on the white mug. Merlin made a non-committal grunt and Freya agreed quietly, as the group stood to enter the cinema.

Freya balanced the popcorn bucket on the armrest between her and Merlin carefully, resting it against the seats. She grinned at Merlin, pleased with herself, apparently and settled back to carry on watching the film.

Next to her, Arthur and Gwen had abandoned the film and were practically in the same seat together. Freya wondered how they were managing to breathe, and how they could kiss like that in a public place; she would be embarrassed to ever look anyone in the eye again. She took another handful of popcorn and resumed watching the film just as someone accidentally mutilated themselves horrifically.

Merlin sighed as the film ended and he stood up, his muscles complaining. One of his legs had gone to sleep and he had to steady himself against the chair.

"Good film," Freya commented, brushing herself down of any popcorn crumbs. She glanced sideways and saw that Gwen was still seated on top of Arthur. They probably hadn't even noticed that the film had finished.

Merlin poked Arthur's arm, and the two broke apart reluctantly. "Has it ended?" Arthur asked, looking surprised that time had passed.

"Yes," Freya replied, picking up her bag. "It was really good, I'd recommend you watch it next time."

Gwen looked sheepish as she stood up, but Arthur just looked as cocky as ever: some things would never change, Merlin thought. "Shall we go to a restaurant?" Merlin asked, shrugging his jacket on.

"Sure, why not?" Gwen agreed, leading the way out of the screening room.

Freya shifted in her seat. They had just ordered their food and Gwen and Arthur were bickering playfully. Merlin was laughing at their argument and Freya was half-listening, the other half of her attention focused on her hunger.

Freya started when she felt something on her knee. Looking under the table, she saw Merlin's hand resting on her leg, his fingers lifting the hem of her dress slightly. "Stop it," she hissed, keeping her voice low so Arthur and Gwen wouldn't notice.

"Don't pretend you don't like it," Merlin whispered back. Freya glowered at him, but their dispute was disrupted when Arthur asked, "Merlin, five hours is three hundred minutes, isn't it?"

"Yes," Merlin responded, and Freya wondered what they were arguing about. She inhaled sharply as Merlin's hand slipped under her dress, inching up her leg. He wasn't looked at her anymore, but a smirk had worked its way onto his face.

Freya settled back. Merlin was right, she did like it, but she would prefer if he didn't do it here, in public. Slowly, his fingers crept until they were at the base of her stomach, tickling her gently, not quite enough to make her squeal.

Freya had to endure another five minutes of the torture Merlin was supplying before the food arrived and he reluctantly removed his hand. "Thank you," he said to the waitress, handing Freya's plate to her. He raised his eyebrows at her and smiled suggestively.

"Shut up," she muttered, even though he hadn't said anything.

Merlin kissed Freya ferociously. She was leaning against their front door, and as Merlin licked along her lower lip, he slotted the key into the door and they stumbled into the house. Merlin pushed Freya against the wall as he kicked the door shut behind them both, their lips still attached. Freya yanked his jacket off him and chucked it onto the floor, kicking her heels off.

Merlin's hands moved round to her back and unzipped her dress, stepping back to allow it to drop and pool around her ankles. They broke apart for a minute, catching their breath. Merlin pulled off his shirt and tossed it behind him, letting Freya undo the buttons on his jeans.

"Upstairs?" Freya asked breathlessly.

"Upstairs," Merlin agreed.

A/N: Like I said, this is not brilliant, in fact, it's pretty awful, but I honestly can't write modern dates any better than this.