Secluded Part of the Preserve, Saturday Morning
Merlin was not normally the type of man to wake up with a woman half on top of him. Other than those times with Francine, of course.
But this... was not Francine.
If he opened his eyes, he very well me have to make a very frightened noise. He was just going to peek out of one eye. Blond hair. Oh. He rather liked blond hair. Opening both eyes now, Merlin peered down at the woman, finding himself oddly overwhelmed with feelings of love for her.
This could not end well.
Let it be a lesson to him about going into the woods with anyone on something that may be considered a midsummer's night by some wild stretch of the imagination. When he was back to normal, this would be a very important lesson indeed.
[[For his beloved who is modded with permission!]]
But this... was not Francine.
If he opened his eyes, he very well me have to make a very frightened noise. He was just going to peek out of one eye. Blond hair. Oh. He rather liked blond hair. Opening both eyes now, Merlin peered down at the woman, finding himself oddly overwhelmed with feelings of love for her.
This could not end well.
Let it be a lesson to him about going into the woods with anyone on something that may be considered a midsummer's night by some wild stretch of the imagination. When he was back to normal, this would be a very important lesson indeed.
[[For his beloved who is modded with permission!]]