Secluded Part of the Preserve, Saturday Morning

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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

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When they were both back to normal, he might have to run for his life if he wanted to remember that very important lesson.

At the moment, however, Katchoo was smiling in her sleep, and actually snuggling.

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That would serve to terrify Merlin off all female blonds ever. Or cause him to turn into a tree. Who knows?

Merlin smiled back in an utterly dopey way, putting his arms around her waist in order to snuggle back. "Mrnnnin."

It wasn't his name, so it must be an attempt at 'morning'.

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Sadly, turning anyone into a tree was beyond Katchoo's capacity. Well, sadly according to her. It was probably a good thing as far as anyone else was concerned.

"Hnnhgrrph?" Which might have been any one of a half dozen incoherent questions, but the thing was, if the nuzzling at his shoulder was any indication, none of them were hostile.

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It should have sent of so many warning bells, that.

But Merlin was far too busy --dear god-- smelling her hair. It smelled like roses. Only not really. It kinda wreaked of cigarettes.

He shhhed away those questions because all was right in the world with her by his side.

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Katchoo grunted, squirmed a little closer (as much as she could being sprawled on him already), and yawned. Opening her eyes led to an actual (oh dear god) bright and kind of schmoopy (on the Katchoo scale) smile, because aww, any morning she woke up to those ears was going to be a good one.

"Hi there," she drawled. "How the hell are you?"

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Merlin kissed her on the top of her head. "Always good when you're here, beloved."

Yeeeah.

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Oh, there was going to be some prime keysmash-ranting and minor property destruction later on. Truly epic, perhaps.

For now, though, there was Katchoo giving Merlin an honest-to-god sexy pout and saying, "So he says, but you know what they say about actions bein' louder than words."

Never living this down. Ever.

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Somewhere deep down in Merlin's brain, there was a squeaking of horror. But, oh no, this Merlin was far more in control of himself. And it was Katchoo, after all.

Merlin just grinned back, slow and deliberate. "Of course. M'lady," He muttered, moving his hand up to gently cup the back of her neck and pull her in for a kiss.

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This would be a more than valid excuse for copious amounts of booze at some later point.

"That's more like it."

For the moment it was a reason for Katchoo to grin and snake an arm around his neck. Really, it was too frikkin' cute how innocent he was.

For now. Mwahaha.

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...oh dear.

Merlin was oblivious to these thoughts of taking his fragile flower. Mostly because he was busy kissing the woman he loved. Loved more than life itself. Or something of that sort.

"Are you hungry?" Perfectly innocent question about breakfast, that.

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"Starving," Katchoo drawled, and wasn't his obliviousness adorable? She could just puke, really. But lovingly. With fingers trailing down his chest.

Somewhere, the water heaters in the cabins were sighing and preparing themselves to be depleted by the shower she'd be taking later.

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Really, what could make this more sickeningly sweet for her?

Oh wait! There it was! Merlin gave her an Eskimo kiss. That was... okay, that was a bit much even for a romantic like him. "We could get something in town," He suggested, completely missing everything dirty.

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When he did things like that Katchoo just wanted to ruffle his hair and tell him how cute he was, except she didn't say things like that even to someone she adored as much as Merlin --

Oh, who was she kidding. She went for the hair-ruffling.

"It's disgustingly cute how innocent you are, baby."

. . . forcible excision of her own vocal cords might have to follow up that epic shower.

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"You're cuter!" Merlin insisted in that horrible sort of arguing that people who shouldn't be allowed in public engage in when they're in that stage of love where the other person is utterly perfect in every way.

That couple was the bane of married and single people everywhere.

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"Hey, dammit, I said you were and I'm always right," Katchoo insisted.

Hers was a special variety of that nauseating coupley arguing.

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"You are," Merlin said, agreeing far too easily and going to kiss her again.

He'd end up with proper British teeth if the sugary sweetness kept up.