fic; lazy mornings of haste
title; lazy mornings of haste
rating; pg
charachters; merlin, arthur
spoilers; none really
warning; just a little UST
summary; Merlin faces the task of waking a very sleepy Arthur in the morning.
a/n: just something that popped into my head like most of my recent fics. I MISS Merlin. I am so ready for season 3.
Arthur was sprawled on the bed, fast asleep and snoring softly when Merlin entered his chambers in the morning.
He set Arthur’s breakfast on the table and walked over to the bed where Arthur lay completely motionless except for the slow rise and fall of his chest. He shook his head at the sleeping prince who should have been awake and ready to leave for a hunting trip with the King in half an hour.
Merlin stood watching him for a few seconds, not really sure why. He traced the muscles of Arthur’s bare arms and chest with his eyes, thinking back to the hours spent with him during training. Arthur’s hair was tousled and his lips were parted slightly but the overall look was still impressive.
Ass that he was aside, Arthur was handsome.
Shaking the thoughts from his head, Merlin bent to wake him. “Arthur...”he said, gently giving his shoulder a shake. “Arthur…”
Arthur mumbled something incoherent and shrugged Merlin’s hands off. Merlin just brought them back and tried again-more forcefully this time.
“Arthur! You have to get up, you’re to leave with Uther in-”
“Gerrofme…” Arthur turned over on the bed, smashing the pillows over his head.
Merlin grabbed the pillow from his hands and threw it on the other side of the bed, flipping Arthur over again. He was amazed to see the prince was still sleeping.
An idea suddenly struck him. Merlin grinned to himself. Arthur was going to kill him for it but it was worth a shot and it was bound to wake him up.
He grabbed the goblet of water from Arthur’s breakfast tray and held it over him on the bed, silently counting to down from three in his head.
The second the water hit Arthur’s face, the prince jumped up with a loud shout of “OI!” and the next thing Merlin knew, he was pinned to the bed, goblet falling out of his hand and landing on the floor with a loud clang.
Merlin stayed very still. Okay, so maybe attacking Arthur in his sleep with a glass of ice cold water wasn’t the best idea. Especially given that Arthur had very fast reflexes.
Arthur blinked, slowly focusing on Merlin who lay completely helpless under him. He shook his head and drops of water fell onto Merlin’s face. Arthur’s hand came around to cup his neck painfully, Merlin struggled under his strong grip but it was useless.
“What the hell…” Arthur asked, brining his face down so it was inches from Merlin’s “do you think you’re doing, Merlin?” he asked.
Merlin swallowed. Arthur was so close that he could see the water clinging to his eyelashes. It was a bit distracting. “I was-I was trying to wake you.” He offered.
“And you planned to accomplish that by emptying a bucket of ice cold water on my face?!” Merlin winced slightly at his loud voice. He should have known Arthur would be cranky.
“It was only a glass.” He said defensively, “And maybe if you weren’t so dead in your sleep you would have woken up the first two times I tried.”
Arthur glared at him but Merlin glared right back. Arthur loosened his hold on Merlin’s neck but didn’t let go. Merlin was sure he’d have marks by the time he was free.
Arthur brought their faces closer together so that their noses were almost touching. “Never do that again.” He whispered menacingly. “Or I will kill you. Understood?”
Merlin nodded and Arthur let go of his hold on his neck, collapsing on the bed next to him. Merlin took large gulps of air and brought his hand up to his neck feeling around for marks. Sure enough, he could feel bruises lining his neck.
He looked over at Arthur, who lay with his hands crossed over his chest, eyes once more closed.
Merlin stared appalled. That prat! He’d just gone back to sleep! He made a move to sit up but Arthur held up a hand.
“I’m awake.”
Merlin fell back against the pillows. He wasn’t sure if it was the right thing to do-lying around in bed with Arthur who was always so determined about his personal space. But the prince didn’t seem to mind.
They lay together silently for a few minutes until Arthur broke the quiet, sleepy calm.
“Merlin?”
“Mm…”
“What do you think you’re doing lying around? Shouldn’t you be making my bath water?”
“Sorry sire,” and he scrambled out of bed faster than he could say clotpole.
rating; pg
charachters; merlin, arthur
spoilers; none really
warning; just a little UST
summary; Merlin faces the task of waking a very sleepy Arthur in the morning.
a/n: just something that popped into my head like most of my recent fics. I MISS Merlin. I am so ready for season 3.
Arthur was sprawled on the bed, fast asleep and snoring softly when Merlin entered his chambers in the morning.
He set Arthur’s breakfast on the table and walked over to the bed where Arthur lay completely motionless except for the slow rise and fall of his chest. He shook his head at the sleeping prince who should have been awake and ready to leave for a hunting trip with the King in half an hour.
Merlin stood watching him for a few seconds, not really sure why. He traced the muscles of Arthur’s bare arms and chest with his eyes, thinking back to the hours spent with him during training. Arthur’s hair was tousled and his lips were parted slightly but the overall look was still impressive.
Ass that he was aside, Arthur was handsome.
Shaking the thoughts from his head, Merlin bent to wake him. “Arthur...”he said, gently giving his shoulder a shake. “Arthur…”
Arthur mumbled something incoherent and shrugged Merlin’s hands off. Merlin just brought them back and tried again-more forcefully this time.
“Arthur! You have to get up, you’re to leave with Uther in-”
“Gerrofme…” Arthur turned over on the bed, smashing the pillows over his head.
Merlin grabbed the pillow from his hands and threw it on the other side of the bed, flipping Arthur over again. He was amazed to see the prince was still sleeping.
An idea suddenly struck him. Merlin grinned to himself. Arthur was going to kill him for it but it was worth a shot and it was bound to wake him up.
He grabbed the goblet of water from Arthur’s breakfast tray and held it over him on the bed, silently counting to down from three in his head.
The second the water hit Arthur’s face, the prince jumped up with a loud shout of “OI!” and the next thing Merlin knew, he was pinned to the bed, goblet falling out of his hand and landing on the floor with a loud clang.
Merlin stayed very still. Okay, so maybe attacking Arthur in his sleep with a glass of ice cold water wasn’t the best idea. Especially given that Arthur had very fast reflexes.
Arthur blinked, slowly focusing on Merlin who lay completely helpless under him. He shook his head and drops of water fell onto Merlin’s face. Arthur’s hand came around to cup his neck painfully, Merlin struggled under his strong grip but it was useless.
“What the hell…” Arthur asked, brining his face down so it was inches from Merlin’s “do you think you’re doing, Merlin?” he asked.
Merlin swallowed. Arthur was so close that he could see the water clinging to his eyelashes. It was a bit distracting. “I was-I was trying to wake you.” He offered.
“And you planned to accomplish that by emptying a bucket of ice cold water on my face?!” Merlin winced slightly at his loud voice. He should have known Arthur would be cranky.
“It was only a glass.” He said defensively, “And maybe if you weren’t so dead in your sleep you would have woken up the first two times I tried.”
Arthur glared at him but Merlin glared right back. Arthur loosened his hold on Merlin’s neck but didn’t let go. Merlin was sure he’d have marks by the time he was free.
Arthur brought their faces closer together so that their noses were almost touching. “Never do that again.” He whispered menacingly. “Or I will kill you. Understood?”
Merlin nodded and Arthur let go of his hold on his neck, collapsing on the bed next to him. Merlin took large gulps of air and brought his hand up to his neck feeling around for marks. Sure enough, he could feel bruises lining his neck.
He looked over at Arthur, who lay with his hands crossed over his chest, eyes once more closed.
Merlin stared appalled. That prat! He’d just gone back to sleep! He made a move to sit up but Arthur held up a hand.
“I’m awake.”
Merlin fell back against the pillows. He wasn’t sure if it was the right thing to do-lying around in bed with Arthur who was always so determined about his personal space. But the prince didn’t seem to mind.
They lay together silently for a few minutes until Arthur broke the quiet, sleepy calm.
“Merlin?”
“Mm…”
“What do you think you’re doing lying around? Shouldn’t you be making my bath water?”
“Sorry sire,” and he scrambled out of bed faster than he could say clotpole.