Room 407: Early Monday Afternoon

[thatsamilkshake]

Arthur's room had been empty, and Francine hadn't been especially surprised by that after getting through the entire crazy graduation ceremony more or less intact had left them hoping, then this morning had brought...this morning. Still, she was hoping the knock on the door to Merlin's would produce something besides silence. "They're not here either," she said, shifting the stack of covered dishes in her arms.

[OOC: Le room modded with permission, for the girl and then (eventually) the rest of the Clustre du Fucque. Warning for ... general Wrongness and some degree of NWS.]

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[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

Merlin made a quiet noise as he bumped the door again, trying to struggle out of the shirt. "Calm down, calm down."

[thatsamilkshake]

"Better not be what?" Francine leaned a bit forward, trying to peek through the crack between the doors.

Because that was a good idea.

[thismaskiwear.livejournal.com]

"Francie!" Katchoo hissed.

Oh god, there was bumping. Probably not just literally, either.

"Whaddyathinkyou'redoin'?!?"

[bitchprince]

"Fine," Arthur grunted, and calmed a little bit.

Or a lot, to the point where Merlin could tend to his shirt while Arthur unzipped his trousers. Sadly for the sanity of anyone hidden in that closet, he wasn't exactly in a mood to go slow. Everything was a little ragged around the edges.

He was slipping his hand into Merlin's trousers already.

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

"Arthur." No where near an admonishment there. That was a rather encouraging sigh, actually.

[thatsamilkshake]

It was physically impossibly to say aksjdghaskljdhaskljdhasljjkdfashkdgfskkjf and besides it would certainly have attracted unwanted attention, but Francine was certainly thinking it. She gripped Katchoo's arm tighter and tried really hard to pull away from the doors.

Really really hard.

But... train wreck! Deer! Headlights! Superglue on her eyeballs!

[thismaskiwear.livejournal.com]

"Francie. Can't feel fingers," Katchoo growled through her teeth.

She couldn't see, either, not having been inclined to look, but -- artist. Visual imagination. Not to mention fairly, er, well-read in certain areas.

It wasn't hard -- pun not intended -- to figure out.

[bitchprince]

We'd leave what Arthur was doing with his hand next to Katchoo's visual imagination; the rest of him was busy nipping at Merlin's throat.

"Trousers off," he growled, "Now."

Cliche, perhaps, but with a voice that was even deeper than growlier than Katchoo's, highly effective.

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

"Okay," Merlin replied with a little too much bliss involved. He was still a teenage boy, after all. So down went those trousers around his ankles.

[thatsamilkshake]

SHDKSJDHKLSJDHSKLDJHSKLDJHSDKLJHSKLJDHSKLJDHKSJ.

"Chewie help meeeee..." Francine hissed through her teeth. She managed to close her eyes at least, but she could really use a yank back from the doors.

[thismaskiwear.livejournal.com]

A yank Katchoo was more than happy to provide, since it was a quieter way of venting her own mental keysmash than . . . Verbalizing the keysmash.

STOP HELPING HER IMAGINATION, ARTHUR. MERLIN. GEEZ.

[bitchprince]

It was her own fault for being a filthy-minded cupboard-loiterer. Honestly now. Had she gone to the Jeff Murdock School of Snooping Around?

Not that Arthur was, er, invested in the answer to that.

He was a little busy sinking to his knees, thank you very much.

(Although the only thing he did right the moment he got there was lean his forehead into Merlin's thigh. Sorry, Katchoo's Imagination, you'd have to wait a few ticks)

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

And it was hardly Merlin's fault that people were lurking in his room. Perverts.

He sighed again, running fingers through Arthur's hair. "Hey."

[bitchprince]

Arthur's face tilted ever-so-slightly into the touch, and his eyes blinked back open, blues seeking gold.

"Hey," he murmured, the urgency of the moment stilling for a long, tiny swatch of time.

[thatsamilkshake]

In the dark, Francine slumped back against the closet wall and buried her face in her hands. Someday this was going to be funny and not this awful mix of horrifying and sad, right?

[thismaskiwear.livejournal.com]

Look at it this way, Francine: at least you were both clothed and not, say, naked and hiding in a bathroom with no towels.

And it was funny. Just, yes, a little sad too. And uncomfortable. Katchoo groped her completely not-dirty this time way over to where Francine was sitting and put an arm around her.

[bitchprince]

Arthur pressed a kiss to the inside of Merlin's thigh where it met his groin. "I just need to--" he started, and realised that he sounded stupidly desperate, and also that that sentence had nowhere to go.

So he buried a vague, weird little snort into Merlin's leg instead and then slipped sideways a little and made sure he wouldn't be tempted to speak any time soon.

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

"I know," Merlin replied, maybe a little too understanding. "I know--"

He closed his eyes and let his head thump back against the door.

[thatsamilkshake]

That funny could arrive aaaaany time now.

Well, maybe the thump was a little funny. Francine swallowed a slightly-hysterical snicker and buried her face in Katchoo's shoulder this time.

[thismaskiwear.livejournal.com]

Katchoo threaded her fingers up into Francine's hair -- oh god, no giving in to the urge to laugh no, no no no, or she'd frikkin' lose it completely -- and tried to focus on less amusing things.

Like, say, how much Arthur was going to kill her for this later.

. . . oh, god. Still funny, and there was a tiny snicker.

[bitchprince]

Right now, there wasn't much coming from Arthur other than low-key wet noises; he dug one set of fingers into Merlin's hips and shut his eyes.

He was a little too focused to hear any noise coming from the cupboard right now. Give it a few.

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

"Arthur." Yeah, like Merlin was noticing anything other than Arthur at the moment.

[thatsamilkshake]

It would help if Francine didn't recognize the tone. Aaskjdhksjdhklj. That might actually have been her biting Katchoo's shoulder just now, though whether it was to stop from laughing or crying or just because it was Katchoo's shoulder and kind of there and this whole thing was Wrong but pretending it wasn't also the tiniest bit YOU KNOW, she couldn't tell you.

[thismaskiwear.livejournal.com]

Who was pretending it wasn't the tiniest bit YOU KNOW?

Not Katchoo, who was forced to acknowledge that it was (not that she recognized the tone in the same way Francine did, but she'd be hard pressed not to know it) but not out loud for fear of giving them away and why the hell was she hiding in the damn closet again?

Teeth, Francine. TEETH. GEEZ. NOT HELPING. Nor was Katchoo letting her head thump back, loudly, against the closet wall because did we mention TEETH?

[bitchprince]

Look, teeth-- at least in Francine's position-- were just the start of some kind of... closet-loiterer voyeur... maniacal pornography... thing.

Arthur paused... for a few seconds at the thump. Then again, Merlin was at the door, wasn't he? He glanced up to...

Well, he just glanced up. And admired his handiwork. And yanked down his own trousers, at least until he was free. "Better," he murmured. "Try to keep the noise down." Any other day, he might have sounded faintly smug; now his voice was subdued.