Campfire Confessions

Summary: Things get out of hand between Gwen and Merlin while drinking one night by a camp fire.

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“Did you ever think about it?”

Gwen gulped the last of her mead and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. Decorum had gone out the window the moment she’d started to feel the effects of the drink, and Merlin didn’t mind a bit.

Merlin’s not stupid. The ‘it’ in question was quite clear: fucking her. He finished his own drink, blinked at the tears that welled up in his eyes from the sheer strength of the brew, and then tried unsuccessfully to hide a belch. Gwen began giggling.

“Yeah, I thought about it,” he said, reaching unsteadily for the jar to refill their wooden mugs. It was empty.

“Isn’t there another one?” he asked, his voice was slurred.

Gwen was surprised at Merlin’s response. She’d thought for certain he’d pretend not to have heard her, or pretend he hadn't understood what she meant, or said no, but he hadn’t.

“That’s the last of it, I think,” Gwen replied. She hiccupped, and then lay down on the ground too suddenly so that she hit her head on the grass.

“You all right?” Merlin asked in concern. He got up to check on her, his face orange in the light of the fire.

“Yeah. I meant to lie back and look at the stars and kind of just…fell…”

They suddenly burst out laughing, even though what she’d said wasn’t funny, and Merlin sat back down on the flat rock he’d found and decided to use as a seat. Gwen continued to lie there, her feet to him, and Merlin's eyes looked her over. Her dress had ridden up, showing a lot of calf up to the knee, and the folds of the dress had wound between her legs so they were clearly outlined under the voluminous material. Her bosom heaved as she breathed a little heavily—drink could do that to a person.

He wondered what it would be like to push up the hem of her skirts and just fuck her.

“I’m thinking about it now,” he said, and then gulped. He’d meant only to think that line, not actually say it.

Gwen didn’t look at him.

“I don’t think Arthur would like that,” Gwen said quietly.

“Arthur’s about to marry another woman. Who is he to object to…what am I saying?” Merlin said, wondering why he’d try to justify trying to fuck the woman his best friend was in love with.

“You’re right,” Gwen said. She shifted and put her knees up, allowing the material of her skirt to fall and reveal the length of her legs. She put her knees to one side so she could see him.

“Still thinking about it?”

“Revenge against Arthur?” Merlin asked.

“I’m not really concerned with Arthur right now. My concern is you. I used to really like you, Merlin. I don’t think I ever stopped, really.”

This a huge mistake, Merlin thought.

No good could come of this. They’d only end up regretting it later. Other such thoughts swam through Merlin’s drunken mind, even as he walked on his knees to where Gwen lay. He took off his jacket and handed it to her.

“Put this behind your head,” he said quietly. “You ever do this with a man before?”

“With Arthur,” she said.

Merlin threw his head back and laughed. Somehow that assuaged his guilt. At least he wouldn’t get at Gwen before Arthur.

“I won’t ask why you’re laughing.”

“It’s wonderful you've been with him,” Merlin said. He had his hands on her knees, and just knelt there, looking down at her. “I’ve always thought you were beautiful from the inside out.”

“Is that a nice way of saying I’m ugly?” Gwen said, laughing.

“You’re not ugly, you’re lovely.”

“You don’t have to sweet talk me, Merlin. I’ll fuck you anyway.”

Merlin pulled Gwen's knickers off. They were moistened from her excitement and anticipation, and he breathed in her scent. It was as good as he’d always imagined it would be.

“Tell me what you want,” he said.

Gwen bit her lip for a moment, and Merlin thought he may have spotted tears glistening in her eyes. “I want to forget the truth for awhile. I want it fast and hard…I want it now.”

Merlin undid his belt, allowed his trousers to fall, and then parted Gwen’s legs. He entered her with care, but once inside her warm, wet folds he gave her exactly what she wanted. She clung to him with her legs, her breath hot on his neck as he thrust hard and fast, exactly as she’d asked. Her whimpers came with increasing frequency. Merlin was relentless, and pounded into her with all he had until Gwen screamed his name and dug her nails into the sweaty flesh of his back.

Gwen came around his cock, and wrapped her legs tight around him, forcing him to empty his seed inside her.

The sky was bright with a blanket of stars when Merlin pulled his trousers up. He collapsed next to her and gripped her hand in his. He shouldn’t have came inside her like that. He could just imagine trying to explain to Arthur why Gwen was pregnant—

“I’m barren,” she said, as though sensing his worries.

“How do you know?”

“Arthur and I tried. We wanted something that was just ours, even after he married someone else. No one would ever know, of course, but…that didn’t matter to us. I couldn’t conceive.”

“Maybe the fault lies with Arthur.”

Gwen shrugged. “If you seeded me, we’ll decide how to handle it later.”

Gwen and Merlin turned to face one another. She smoothed his sweaty fringe away from his forehead.

“We can never do this again,” she said.

“I understand,” Merlin replied.

Their resolve to never fuck again lasted only until sunrise.