Check it in the Morning
Title: Check it in the Morning
Pairing: Merlin/Arthur
Rating: G (it really is just pure fluff xD)
Spoilers: some for 4x12
Summary: I’d do anything for you. I’ll always be here, even if you turn against me. You might not think you need looking after, but trust me, you do. And I’ll be the one to take care of you. It’ll always be me. If the whole world left you, you wouldn’t be able to shake me from your side. You know that, Arthur?
When Arthur had finally finished cleaning out the cooking pot for Merlin, his eyes were drooping from tiredness, and he stumbled back to the fireside. Merlin looked up at the king and smiled gently, before instructing,“Sit down, Arthur,” Arthur yawned widely, before sitting on the floor, beaming as the heat from the fire bathed his face.
Merlin gazed at him.
“Did you clean it all properly?” he asked. Arthur’s expression suddenly became worried.
“I think so…” he said, anxiously.
“I’ll just have to check, in the morning,” Merlin said, absentmindedly. Arthur still looked uncertain, so Merlin ran his fingers through the man’s hair, to sooth him, “it’s all right, baby,” he said, and it felt good to use the term of endearment. Something he would never say, had Arthur truly been himself. “I’m sure you did fine.” Arthur tilted his head into the touch, and sighed contentedly.
Merlin moved a little closer, cupping Arthur’s face in his hand. Running a finger over his chin, “you’re filthy,” he observed, before quickly licking his thumb, and rubbing at a smudge of dirt on Arthur’s nose.
“Thank you,” Arthur said, and he sounded so sincere that Merlin wanted to laugh. He didn’t, though, only smiled fondly, and pulled the shorter man to him, cradling him in his arms.
“It’s okay,” he whispered in his ear, and Arthur smiled, before shuffling around, snuggling against Merlin’s narrow chest.
Merlin felt his heartbeat quicken, and he could only hope Arthur wouldn’t hear it. The truth was, that part of Merlin knew he was taking advantage of the enchanted King. But he couldn’t help it.
Tonight, Arthur was his, pliant and willing in his arms.
“Arthur,” he said, still stroking and petting Arthur’s hair; he needed Arthur to understand, because this might be the only chance Merlin would get, to just tell him- “I’d do anything for you. I’ll always be here, even if you turn against me. You might not think you need looking after, but trust me, you do. And I’ll be the one to take care of you. It’ll always be me. If the whole world left you, you wouldn’t be able to shake me from your side. You know that, Arthur?”
“Yes,” was the muffled reply, what with Arthur’s face pressed into his shirt. Merlin took in a sharp breath. He hadn’t been expecting an answer. He looked down at Arthur.
“Do you love me?” he asked, wonderingly.
“Of course I love you, Merlin,”
Merlin grinned, and clung to the blonde man even tighter. He knew that, with Arthur in this state, there was no end to the list of possibilities involving that night, but then Arthur pulled away to yawn.
He looked so childlike and lovely, that Merlin couldn’t bear to ask anything more than,
“You sleepy, baby?”
After a moment, Arthur’s head dipped, in a wide-eyed nod. Merlin sighed,
“C’mon then, up we get,” he huffed, carefully hauling Arthur to his feet, “let’s lay out those bedrolls.”
Once they were finished, Arthur curled up on the floor, pulling a blanket over him, but still shivering in his too-small clothes.
Merlin leant down beside him, “oh, Arthur,” he muttered, as he tucked the King in more tightly, wrapping the blanket around him, and then pressing a kiss to his brow, “sleep tight,” he said. Arthur blinked,
“Night night, Merlin,” he whispered, before shutting his eyes.
After about half an hour, during which Merlin used his magic to give the pot a proper scrub, Merlin curled next to and around the man he loved, and was perfectly happy when this man rolled over in his sleep, head lolling onto Merlin’s shoulder.
Pairing: Merlin/Arthur
Rating: G (it really is just pure fluff xD)
Spoilers: some for 4x12
Summary: I’d do anything for you. I’ll always be here, even if you turn against me. You might not think you need looking after, but trust me, you do. And I’ll be the one to take care of you. It’ll always be me. If the whole world left you, you wouldn’t be able to shake me from your side. You know that, Arthur?
When Arthur had finally finished cleaning out the cooking pot for Merlin, his eyes were drooping from tiredness, and he stumbled back to the fireside. Merlin looked up at the king and smiled gently, before instructing,“Sit down, Arthur,” Arthur yawned widely, before sitting on the floor, beaming as the heat from the fire bathed his face.
Merlin gazed at him.
“Did you clean it all properly?” he asked. Arthur’s expression suddenly became worried.
“I think so…” he said, anxiously.
“I’ll just have to check, in the morning,” Merlin said, absentmindedly. Arthur still looked uncertain, so Merlin ran his fingers through the man’s hair, to sooth him, “it’s all right, baby,” he said, and it felt good to use the term of endearment. Something he would never say, had Arthur truly been himself. “I’m sure you did fine.” Arthur tilted his head into the touch, and sighed contentedly.
Merlin moved a little closer, cupping Arthur’s face in his hand. Running a finger over his chin, “you’re filthy,” he observed, before quickly licking his thumb, and rubbing at a smudge of dirt on Arthur’s nose.
“Thank you,” Arthur said, and he sounded so sincere that Merlin wanted to laugh. He didn’t, though, only smiled fondly, and pulled the shorter man to him, cradling him in his arms.
“It’s okay,” he whispered in his ear, and Arthur smiled, before shuffling around, snuggling against Merlin’s narrow chest.
Merlin felt his heartbeat quicken, and he could only hope Arthur wouldn’t hear it. The truth was, that part of Merlin knew he was taking advantage of the enchanted King. But he couldn’t help it.
Tonight, Arthur was his, pliant and willing in his arms.
“Arthur,” he said, still stroking and petting Arthur’s hair; he needed Arthur to understand, because this might be the only chance Merlin would get, to just tell him- “I’d do anything for you. I’ll always be here, even if you turn against me. You might not think you need looking after, but trust me, you do. And I’ll be the one to take care of you. It’ll always be me. If the whole world left you, you wouldn’t be able to shake me from your side. You know that, Arthur?”
“Yes,” was the muffled reply, what with Arthur’s face pressed into his shirt. Merlin took in a sharp breath. He hadn’t been expecting an answer. He looked down at Arthur.
“Do you love me?” he asked, wonderingly.
“Of course I love you, Merlin,”
Merlin grinned, and clung to the blonde man even tighter. He knew that, with Arthur in this state, there was no end to the list of possibilities involving that night, but then Arthur pulled away to yawn.
He looked so childlike and lovely, that Merlin couldn’t bear to ask anything more than,
“You sleepy, baby?”
After a moment, Arthur’s head dipped, in a wide-eyed nod. Merlin sighed,
“C’mon then, up we get,” he huffed, carefully hauling Arthur to his feet, “let’s lay out those bedrolls.”
Once they were finished, Arthur curled up on the floor, pulling a blanket over him, but still shivering in his too-small clothes.
Merlin leant down beside him, “oh, Arthur,” he muttered, as he tucked the King in more tightly, wrapping the blanket around him, and then pressing a kiss to his brow, “sleep tight,” he said. Arthur blinked,
“Night night, Merlin,” he whispered, before shutting his eyes.
After about half an hour, during which Merlin used his magic to give the pot a proper scrub, Merlin curled next to and around the man he loved, and was perfectly happy when this man rolled over in his sleep, head lolling onto Merlin’s shoulder.