rec: fic: More Lovely and More Temperate [girl!Arthur/Merlin - NC17 - ~10k]
More Lovely and More Temperate by saucery [girl!Arthur/Merlin - NC17 - ~10k]
why I rec this: and again with the gender-bending. I detect a theme here. *cough* Arthur has been turned into a girl by an ingenious evil spell. What I particularly love about this is how much in character Arthur still is. He is very much the prince we know, just in a female body.
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Arthur lifted his shoulders to allow his blouse and his unbound corset to fall away, and then he was naked before Merlin, being seen in this strange female form as he'd trusted none other to see him, and it was. It was.
"Oh. My. God," breathed Merlin, and his voice raised goose-bumps along Arthur's skin. Merlin, the pillock, simply lay there and stared.
Arthur was vaguely aware of his nipples stiffening.
He shifted.
"Well?" he said at last, meaning to sound annoyed, but his question emerged more hesitant than anything else. "Touch me, you dolt."
Merlin swallowed. "All... all right." He raised his hands, shaky as an acolyte's before the Holy Grail, and then he cupped, palms warm and callused and wonderful, and the breath that escaped the both of them was loud enough to fill the room.
The fireplace crackled. Merlin's thumbs moved - a fraction, until they each brushed a nipple - and Arthur gasped as a spike of heat shot through him.
why I rec this: and again with the gender-bending. I detect a theme here. *cough* Arthur has been turned into a girl by an ingenious evil spell. What I particularly love about this is how much in character Arthur still is. He is very much the prince we know, just in a female body.
excerpt
Arthur lifted his shoulders to allow his blouse and his unbound corset to fall away, and then he was naked before Merlin, being seen in this strange female form as he'd trusted none other to see him, and it was. It was.
"Oh. My. God," breathed Merlin, and his voice raised goose-bumps along Arthur's skin. Merlin, the pillock, simply lay there and stared.
Arthur was vaguely aware of his nipples stiffening.
He shifted.
"Well?" he said at last, meaning to sound annoyed, but his question emerged more hesitant than anything else. "Touch me, you dolt."
Merlin swallowed. "All... all right." He raised his hands, shaky as an acolyte's before the Holy Grail, and then he cupped, palms warm and callused and wonderful, and the breath that escaped the both of them was loud enough to fill the room.
The fireplace crackled. Merlin's thumbs moved - a fraction, until they each brushed a nipple - and Arthur gasped as a spike of heat shot through him.