Kink Me! #17
Kink Me! #17
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“Morgana?” Merlin croaked feebly, pulling a blanket further up around his shoulders even though there was really no need on a mild July evening.
“Merlin.” She huffed in response, pushing past the startled vicar and insinuating herself into his living room.
She cast her critical eye around. Chocolate wrappers over everything, half-drunk cups of tea scattered across the coffee table and a bible and a photograph album on the floor next to it.
“Did you need something? Is everything alright?” Merlin asked as he shuffled tiredly into the room behind her, not paying any attention to the debris he was walking over before plopping down onto the sofa.
“No.” Morgana mumbled, distractedly picking up discarded crumples of tissue surrounding the bin and disposing of them properly, “I was just coming to see if you knew when you would be fit to return to work. Not that Gwen’s sermons on the divinity of croquet patterns aren’t delightful but…”
“Oh, I don’t know….”
“Are these kittens?” Morgana asked distractedly as she picked up the discarded photo album and started to flick through. And yes it was, and entire photo album full of furry, tiny faces of kittens.
“Um, yeah. Gwen brought over, she thought it might help cheer me up.”
And now Morgana looked she recognised Gwen’s swirly script in Purple pen across the front. She scoffed, placing the album up on a bookshelf, close enough to an open window for her to hope a bird might be willing to fly in and take it away.
When she turned back around Merlin had laid himself out on the sofa, the blanket discarded in favour of stuffing another chocolate bar in his mouth.
“Oh dear lord…” she muttered when she saw what he was wearing. “Merlin is that one of Arthur’s T-shorts.”
Merlin looked down at the Oxford Rowing T-shirt, grey and threadbare, that was hanging loosely off his frame. He lifted the collar to his nose and, there was no other word for it, nuzzled the aging fabric before taking a deep breath.
“Yeah.” He sighed on the exhale, “it still smells of him.”
“Merlin.” Morgana barked, “Pull yourself together.” Tuff love had always worked for her. Uther was known for his tough hand and firm stance and her mother had never been all hearts and cuddles. It had always worked well for her. Merlin’s head snapped up at her tone. “You cannot allow my brother to turn you into a pubescent girl!”
For a moment she thought it had worked. Merlin stared wide eyed at her, slowly blinking. And Morgana had one moment to revel in her success before his bottom lip began to quiver.
“Oh God.” Morgana prayed as Merlin’s large blue eyes began to swim with tears. “No Merlin. Don’t cry.” She commanded just had Uther had done when she skimmed her knee. It didn’t seem to work with Merlin who just sniffed loudly as a few tears escaped down the side of his face.
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