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“And what’s this?”
Merlin plucked the flower from Gwaine’s fingertips as it was offered to him, bringing it close to smell before raising a skeptical brow.
“A flower for my flower,” he said, which made Merlin laugh.
“That’s the best you’ve got?” he asked, tucking the blossom into the front of his shirt. Arthur would certainly tease him for it, but Arthur could suck an egg.
“I’m sure I could think of better,” said Gwaine, moving in fast with rapidfire kisses just above the collar of Merlin’s jacket. He giggled involuntarily and pushed Gwaine away.
“Slightly better.” He reached up and looked into Gwaine’s eyes, loving this newfound intimacy between them. “Try one more time.”
Gwaine gently gripped Merlin’s waist, tugging him in a bit closer, maintaining that intimate eye contact for a just a moment longer before placing his lips over Merlin’s, giving him a warm, tender kiss.
Merlin leaned his body in slowly, lingering in Gwaine’s air -- his warmth and his smell and his soft-but-firm muscles -- and he closed his eyes, burying his face in Gwaine’s neck and wrapping his arms around his chest. Nothing could beat this.
Then he plucked the flower from his shirt and tucked it in Gwaine’s hair. “Not bad,” he said, taking two steps back after he had his fill. “Room for improvement.”
That was fine, Gwaine thought as Merlin walked off to finish the chores Gwaine had pulled him away from. He’d just have to try harder next time.