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merlinrpf2009-05-31 01:00 am
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Accents are hard to do
Title: Accents are hard to do
Author: l-l-Leprechaun
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Bradley/Colin
Word Count: 1,019
Notes: My first post on LJ. It's about a question asked at the Expo last Saturday. Written at one in the morning in like twenty minuets with no Beta. Sorry. Also, I have nothing against the Irish, being Irish myself. :P
Disclaimer: These are all nasty lies. I've made it all up from the depths of a dirty imagination. This is a work of fanfic, no prophet is being made and of course, Bradley James and Colin Morgan do not belong to me. ( UNFORTUNALTY :( )
Summary: It's hot, Colin is worrying about his accent and Bradley's keeping secrets.
It was late and the London streets below the hotel window were still bustling with Saturday night clubbers. Cars whizzed by and small amounts of polluted air travelled around the room, helping to lessen the heat that drowned the room. The covers of the double bed were thrown to the bottom of the bed and only two pairs of feet were covered by it. Colin stretched out properly, his back pressed against Bradley’s chest as he tried to get comfortable. He liked being close to his boyfriend but it was hard to really appreciate it when it was so hot. Their sweaty, naked bodies sticking together, Colin moved again and Bradley groaned loudly and tried to stop him from wiggling so much.
He relented but was none to happy about doing so. He lay in silence for a few minuets; listening to Bradley’s breathing and eyes straining in the dark to see the way their hands were joined on the pillow beside Colin’s head.
“I’m not that bad am I?” He asked suddenly, a thought that had been plaguing him since the Expo that morning.
“What?” Bradley mumbled sleepily, mouth moving against Colin’s shoulder as he spoke, proof of how close they were.
“That girl… My accent isn’t that noticeable is it? I mean I try but I’m obviously doing it wrong if they can hear it all the time.”
“What?” He said again, but this time no lips grazed his pale shoulder. Bradley had moved away and was now leaning over Colin to inspect his face. “You’re fantastic.” He responded, a frown on his face. He knew Irish lad could be self-conscious at times and knew how very modest he was, start-contrast to his own personality. But it was ridiculous for him to think he was anything less than perfect as Merlin.
“But I noticed it, didn’t consider that-“
“Hey! Stop it.” He manoeuvred Colin around so they were face to face and lowered himself to the pillow, shifting so he was breath away from Colin’s lips. “She was stupid, you do fine, great even. Johnny told you so.”
“Yeah, but he was being nice and-“
“No, people aren’t just nice in this business; his job is to tell the truth. If you weren’t doing a good job you wouldn’t be Merlin, you wouldn’t be getting all these awards. You have people waving ‘I love Colin Morgan’ banners at you for Christ’s sake.”
Colin smiled softly but even in the darkness and eerie orange glow of their room, Bradley could tell that there was no belief in his lover’s eyes. He brought up a hand to stroke across the pale cheek; then drifted a finger lazily down a strong cheekbone. He had been to embarrassed himself to admit he had voted Colin for the TV Choice award on every computer he had managed to get access to, even chance he got he was goggling the website and hitting: Merlin, Colin Morgan, SEND. He smiled across at him, and didn’t admit either that when he heard the question he had been ready to throw his camera at the stupid child.
His Colin did not mess up on anything! He was perfect. He pressed a kiss to Colin’s nose and wrapped his arms around him, forcing him to cuddle in, despite the heat.
“Ok, shut up, Merlin.”
Colin laughed, the warmth of his breath hitting Bradley’s chest and sending shivers down his spine.
He could feel the blond’s fingers curling through his hair and relished the way his head was being moved by deep breaths.
“Besides, I happen to love your accent.” As though to prove it he nibbled at Colin’s throat.
“Thought you couldn’t understand my accent?”
“That was ages ago.” He swatted Colin’s arse in ‘punishment’ for stupidity. “Need convincing you’re a good actor with a good fake British accent?” He asked innocently, hands already wondering and Colin chucked heartily.
“The same convincing you used to make me forget I was angry with you?”
Bradley nodded and kissed along his shoulder. “It worked, you weren’t angry with me.”
“I wasn’t to begin with.” He confessed, looking sheepish. “I already knew about the match.” Bradley frowned at that and looked up.
After a second he sat up, his face creased in confusion. “What was with all the pouting about not knowing then?”
“A ploy.”
Bradley wasn’t smiling anymore though. “How did you know? I never mentioned it…”
“It was all over the internet… How could I not find it?” Bradley stared for a long while, seemingly pondering.
In the silence a rowdy group of drunks passed the window below, one of them must have jumped into the road because a loud horn sounded; followed soon after by angry yells and then hysteric laughter. Bradley spoke again and the silence in the room broke.
“You didn’t think to tell me that you knew?”
Colin shrugged and got out of the bed, riffled through his duffle bag and retuned with a ticket, grinning idiotically.
“Figured I’d surprise you: Why didn’t you tell me anyway, it wasn’t great finding out things like that through fans.”
Bradley shrugged and lay back down, opening his arms wide for Colin to join him, evidently not annoyed anymore. Placing his ticket on the bedside table, Colin sunk into him again, once he was comfortable and his hand was drawing patterns on Bradley’s chest again, the blond answered.
“You don’t like football.”
“Not true!” Colin responded then shrugged. “Eh. Not my favourite. We play it different in Ireland.”
“Because Irish are weird.” Bradley replied in the normal manner. Their banter never seemed to change.
“I like you though.” Colin answered with a small grin. Bradley laughed and rolled them over so that he was atop of the dark hair man.
“Oh really?” Colin nodded, then with a mischievous look added. “So my accent really isn’t too terrible then?”
With a growl, Bradley descended upon him, kissing him fiercely; hands pulling at his thick black hair. Colin laughed and dragged his hands across his boyfriend’s muscular back. The heat wasn’t so much of a problem at all now.
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Enjoy your holz.