Pleasantly Unpleasant
Title: Pleasantly Unpleasant
Author: Llama1412
Universe: BBC Merlin
Characters: Arthur/Merlin, Arthur/Gwen
Disclaimer: Characters from BBC Merlin and the Arthurian Legends do not belong to me.
Summary: It was the perfect day. Until then it wasn't.
Gwen wasn't sure if it was possible to feel more content than she already was. She and Arthur had managed to sneak out for another picnic, with Merlin's help. It had all been so nice. The food was good, the conversation flowed without awkwardness. Even the weather was beautiful, with the sun shining softly and the meadow having only recently bloomed.
At some point, they'd settled back against the broad trunk of an oak tree. Well, she had. Arthur, on the other hand, had been feeling tired and she'd coaxed him to rest with his head in her lap. It was nice, a scene of domestication that wouldn't be real elsewhere.
She stroked her hands through his hair and marveled that she had to be one of only few that were given such a privelege.
It was all so wonderful and Gwen couldn't be happier.
Until Arthur shifted slightly in her lap, pressing into the fingers stroking his hair, and murmured Merlin's name.
Author: Llama1412
Universe: BBC Merlin
Characters: Arthur/Merlin, Arthur/Gwen
Disclaimer: Characters from BBC Merlin and the Arthurian Legends do not belong to me.
Summary: It was the perfect day. Until then it wasn't.
Gwen wasn't sure if it was possible to feel more content than she already was. She and Arthur had managed to sneak out for another picnic, with Merlin's help. It had all been so nice. The food was good, the conversation flowed without awkwardness. Even the weather was beautiful, with the sun shining softly and the meadow having only recently bloomed.
At some point, they'd settled back against the broad trunk of an oak tree. Well, she had. Arthur, on the other hand, had been feeling tired and she'd coaxed him to rest with his head in her lap. It was nice, a scene of domestication that wouldn't be real elsewhere.
She stroked her hands through his hair and marveled that she had to be one of only few that were given such a privelege.
It was all so wonderful and Gwen couldn't be happier.
Until Arthur shifted slightly in her lap, pressing into the fingers stroking his hair, and murmured Merlin's name.