Merlin had slept the sleep of one so cruelly torn from the arms of his beloved Karla. And was busy giving Arthur the cold shoulder all day long. Because he didn't understand Merlin's love for breasts Karla. Sweet, sweet Karla ( Read more... )

Arthur woke up groggily, and strangely chilled, like there was some important element of heat missing from his bed. That was odd. What could be missing? He distinctly remembered going to bed with Merlin last ni ( Read more... )