Mauled By a Tiger
Title: Mauled By a Tiger
Author: caffyolay
Pairing: Uther/Merlin
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Fluff
Disclaimer: Not mine, sadly.
Summary: Merlin is a man with a mission...
AN: Written for 'First Kiss' prompt. A HUGE thank you to my wonderful beta graspthethorn.
Mauled by a Tiger
I really, really wish the king wasn’t so uptight. I mean, what’s wrong with a little kiss? He was horrified when I suggested it; looked at me like I was off my rocker. Oh, Lord. Perhaps I am? I mean it’s one thing to get a crush--who hasn’t for God’s sake?--but on a tyrant? Well, okay perhaps ‘tyrant’ is too strong a word. And then again perhaps not…
I think you can safely say I’m confused.
It’s funny though. It wasn’t him all done up in his kingly robes and paraphernalia that got to me. Crowns and capes and dangling slabs of metal on chains never have floated my boat. Nope, it was the plain black shirt that did the damage. Open at the neck with just a tiny smattering of chest hair showing, so simple and so devastatingly attractive. Like him.
I’m too young for him really, it can’t lead anywhere. But a little snogging… where’s the harm in that? I bet he hasn’t been kissed in years. It’ll make a nice change for him.
So anyway, after he turned me down, I had to go away and rethink my strategy. In fact, I was so busy daydrea… er… thinking, that Gaius and Arthur both noticed and asked me if was in love. They both reckoned I should stop thinking and start shagging. It’s a point of view…
I really will kiss him though. Soon.
~~~~~
Right, well that was interesting.
I was in Arthur’s bedroom and had just finished dressing him when Uther wandered in. Well, you have to stop and look don’t you? Two Pendragons in one room is always better than one. And a room with a nice big bed, to boot. Who wouldn’t have paused for a lee… er… a moment of keen appreciation?
So, all right, I did get a trifle carried away… Winking at Uther when he took off his gloves was perhaps not the smartest move. Luckily, Arthur didn’t see him mouthing stuff at me like, ‘What the hell do you think you’re doing?’ and ‘Don’t shrug at me when I ask you a question, boy!’ and ‘Take that soppy look off your face!’ Then I mouthed a kiss at him, and that stopped him in his tracks.
I reckon he might be interested.
~~~~
He had too much to drink tonight.
I helped Arthur put him to bed.
No words.
~~~~
I could find a spell to make him fall in love with me, I suppose.
On the whole though, I don’t think that would be helpful.
~~~~
Gaius sent me to Uther’s room last night, with the salve for his shoulder wound. The cold weather makes it worse apparently. Not that great getting older, I suppose.
There was firelight and not much else; darkness all around and shadows everywhere, most of them in his eyes.
He took his shirt off and asked me to rub the salve in for him. It was sort of weird hearing my own heart beating that loudly. Something Gaius is always saying kept going round and round in my head, ‘Be careful what you wish for.’
I thought I could be all jokey and silly about being so close to him but it turns out I can’t. He put his head back and closed his eyes while I massaged his shoulder. I thought I was safe to enjoy my skin against his - thought he wouldn’t see how much I was loving it. But again, it turns out I was wrong. I seem to be wrong about a lot of things.
When I looked up and found him watching me so intensely… I can’t explain; it was like I was about to explode. I felt the most tremendous urge to trace the line of his jaw to his mouth, explore his lips with my fingers… kiss him.
He knew it of course.
It was probably for the best that he told me to ‘get out’. Shouted it at me as a matter of fact.
This morning, I seem to be all to pieces.
~~~~
The king is making me nervous.
He turned up in Gaius’s rooms today. Not for any reason I could fathom, he just wandered around, looking gorgeous, and asking vague questions. Gaius said later that he does that from time to time and it’s no big deal. I think he asked me why I was blushing, but I wasn’t really paying much attention.
But anyway, Uther kept looking in my direction. It makes me feel… strange. Like my body doesn’t belong to me any more. Like I don’t have control over it, like he’s cast a spell on me.
I want him to kiss me.
~~~~
He asked Arthur if I have a girlfriend.
When Arthur told me about it I thought he was going to wet himself laughing. He said he told the king that he didn’t think anyone would be desperate enough to want to snog an ugly bugger like me.
I tried hard to laugh. I really did.
~~~~
Gaius has noticed I’m not eating.
Morgana has noticed that Uther is also not eating.
Am wondering whether this means anything.
I wish I knew more about… ‘things’, any ‘things’ really. For a warlock I can be remarkably stupid.
Take kissing, for instance. Is kissing a man the same as kissing a woman? Where do you put your hands? What if you’ve both got big noses… would one go to the left and the other to the right, like sword fighting? Is it compulsory to close your eyes? Will he put his tongue in my mouth?
I rather think he will.
~~~~
Not sleeping.
On fire all night.
I hope to God Gaius can’t hear me.
~~~~
Morgana asked me if everything was all right today. Confessed I wasn’t but refused to tell her why. Saw her exchange concerned look with Gwen.
Arthur clearly worried too. Said wasn’t it about time I shagged whoever it was I’d got the hots for, and was it one of the serving wenches?
Not quite…
~~~~
Overslept this morning. Gaius asked how it was a simple thing like a good night’s sleep could leave me looking like I’d been mauled by a tiger. He’d be stupefied to learn I went to bed looking like it.
You see, I couldn’t sleep again last night so I went for a walk. I ended up down by the old ruins. What they’re ruins of no one seems to know or remember but people avoid them because there’s a funny atmosphere. Creepy.
Can’t say I’ve ever noticed. And, apparently, Uther hasn’t either because he was there too. Not sure who was more shocked. Likely as not, it was the cat whose tail I trod on. The king’s more nervous than you’d imagine… mind, the cat did make a noise something like a wailing banshee.
I couldn’t help giggling.
Neither could he, when he eventually saw the funny side.
Not sure when I realised that neither of us were laughing any more and that he was standing right in front of me and had me caged in with an arm either side.
Funny how your mind goes blank when you know you’re about to be kissed.
You can actually feel the blood coursing through your veins, did you know that? It’s quite an amazing feeling. ‘Singing’, I think they call it.
So, discoveries made about ‘things’ last night -- kissing a man is exactly like kissing a woman. Only it’s better.
I put my hands around the back of his neck and ran my fingers over and through his hair. That worked for me. His hands wandered. Everywhere.
And neither of our noses got in the way so I’m guessing we won’t qualify for the title of Big Conk of the Year.
I can’t actually remember whether I closed my eyes or not. It was dark, so I’m reckoning it wouldn’t have mattered one way or the other.
It took him about three seconds to get his tongue into my mouth. I’m sure that’s not an all-comer’s record but it felt pretty rapid to me. My mother would be appalled at how slutty I was about it. He poked - I let him in.
When someone groans into your throat, it kind of vibrates throughout your whole body. I quite liked hearing that from him, made me feel special. His lips raking over mine, his tongue gathering saliva in my mouth and moaning all the while, whispering my name, losing control. It was me making him feel like that, not some royal princess or court lady, me. Merlin Emrys: manservant, warlock.
Lastly, he seemed to like it most when I ran my tongue around his lips and slipped the tip of my tongue in and out of his mouth, again and again. Quite provocative. At least, it felt daring to me and - that word again - slutty. It certainly had an effect…
Which is where the ‘mauled by a tiger’ part came in--and why I’m wearing a big smile this morning and ate a very hearty breakfast. Because if I’m going to be Uther Pendragon’s slut, I’m going to need to keep my strength up aren’t I?
‘Growwwwl’.
~~~END~~~
Author: caffyolay
Pairing: Uther/Merlin
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Fluff
Disclaimer: Not mine, sadly.
Summary: Merlin is a man with a mission...
AN: Written for 'First Kiss' prompt. A HUGE thank you to my wonderful beta graspthethorn.
Mauled by a Tiger
I really, really wish the king wasn’t so uptight. I mean, what’s wrong with a little kiss? He was horrified when I suggested it; looked at me like I was off my rocker. Oh, Lord. Perhaps I am? I mean it’s one thing to get a crush--who hasn’t for God’s sake?--but on a tyrant? Well, okay perhaps ‘tyrant’ is too strong a word. And then again perhaps not…
I think you can safely say I’m confused.
It’s funny though. It wasn’t him all done up in his kingly robes and paraphernalia that got to me. Crowns and capes and dangling slabs of metal on chains never have floated my boat. Nope, it was the plain black shirt that did the damage. Open at the neck with just a tiny smattering of chest hair showing, so simple and so devastatingly attractive. Like him.
I’m too young for him really, it can’t lead anywhere. But a little snogging… where’s the harm in that? I bet he hasn’t been kissed in years. It’ll make a nice change for him.
So anyway, after he turned me down, I had to go away and rethink my strategy. In fact, I was so busy daydrea… er… thinking, that Gaius and Arthur both noticed and asked me if was in love. They both reckoned I should stop thinking and start shagging. It’s a point of view…
I really will kiss him though. Soon.
~~~~~
Right, well that was interesting.
I was in Arthur’s bedroom and had just finished dressing him when Uther wandered in. Well, you have to stop and look don’t you? Two Pendragons in one room is always better than one. And a room with a nice big bed, to boot. Who wouldn’t have paused for a lee… er… a moment of keen appreciation?
So, all right, I did get a trifle carried away… Winking at Uther when he took off his gloves was perhaps not the smartest move. Luckily, Arthur didn’t see him mouthing stuff at me like, ‘What the hell do you think you’re doing?’ and ‘Don’t shrug at me when I ask you a question, boy!’ and ‘Take that soppy look off your face!’ Then I mouthed a kiss at him, and that stopped him in his tracks.
I reckon he might be interested.
~~~~
He had too much to drink tonight.
I helped Arthur put him to bed.
No words.
~~~~
I could find a spell to make him fall in love with me, I suppose.
On the whole though, I don’t think that would be helpful.
~~~~
Gaius sent me to Uther’s room last night, with the salve for his shoulder wound. The cold weather makes it worse apparently. Not that great getting older, I suppose.
There was firelight and not much else; darkness all around and shadows everywhere, most of them in his eyes.
He took his shirt off and asked me to rub the salve in for him. It was sort of weird hearing my own heart beating that loudly. Something Gaius is always saying kept going round and round in my head, ‘Be careful what you wish for.’
I thought I could be all jokey and silly about being so close to him but it turns out I can’t. He put his head back and closed his eyes while I massaged his shoulder. I thought I was safe to enjoy my skin against his - thought he wouldn’t see how much I was loving it. But again, it turns out I was wrong. I seem to be wrong about a lot of things.
When I looked up and found him watching me so intensely… I can’t explain; it was like I was about to explode. I felt the most tremendous urge to trace the line of his jaw to his mouth, explore his lips with my fingers… kiss him.
He knew it of course.
It was probably for the best that he told me to ‘get out’. Shouted it at me as a matter of fact.
This morning, I seem to be all to pieces.
~~~~
The king is making me nervous.
He turned up in Gaius’s rooms today. Not for any reason I could fathom, he just wandered around, looking gorgeous, and asking vague questions. Gaius said later that he does that from time to time and it’s no big deal. I think he asked me why I was blushing, but I wasn’t really paying much attention.
But anyway, Uther kept looking in my direction. It makes me feel… strange. Like my body doesn’t belong to me any more. Like I don’t have control over it, like he’s cast a spell on me.
I want him to kiss me.
~~~~
He asked Arthur if I have a girlfriend.
When Arthur told me about it I thought he was going to wet himself laughing. He said he told the king that he didn’t think anyone would be desperate enough to want to snog an ugly bugger like me.
I tried hard to laugh. I really did.
~~~~
Gaius has noticed I’m not eating.
Morgana has noticed that Uther is also not eating.
Am wondering whether this means anything.
I wish I knew more about… ‘things’, any ‘things’ really. For a warlock I can be remarkably stupid.
Take kissing, for instance. Is kissing a man the same as kissing a woman? Where do you put your hands? What if you’ve both got big noses… would one go to the left and the other to the right, like sword fighting? Is it compulsory to close your eyes? Will he put his tongue in my mouth?
I rather think he will.
~~~~
Not sleeping.
On fire all night.
I hope to God Gaius can’t hear me.
~~~~
Morgana asked me if everything was all right today. Confessed I wasn’t but refused to tell her why. Saw her exchange concerned look with Gwen.
Arthur clearly worried too. Said wasn’t it about time I shagged whoever it was I’d got the hots for, and was it one of the serving wenches?
Not quite…
~~~~
Overslept this morning. Gaius asked how it was a simple thing like a good night’s sleep could leave me looking like I’d been mauled by a tiger. He’d be stupefied to learn I went to bed looking like it.
You see, I couldn’t sleep again last night so I went for a walk. I ended up down by the old ruins. What they’re ruins of no one seems to know or remember but people avoid them because there’s a funny atmosphere. Creepy.
Can’t say I’ve ever noticed. And, apparently, Uther hasn’t either because he was there too. Not sure who was more shocked. Likely as not, it was the cat whose tail I trod on. The king’s more nervous than you’d imagine… mind, the cat did make a noise something like a wailing banshee.
I couldn’t help giggling.
Neither could he, when he eventually saw the funny side.
Not sure when I realised that neither of us were laughing any more and that he was standing right in front of me and had me caged in with an arm either side.
Funny how your mind goes blank when you know you’re about to be kissed.
You can actually feel the blood coursing through your veins, did you know that? It’s quite an amazing feeling. ‘Singing’, I think they call it.
So, discoveries made about ‘things’ last night -- kissing a man is exactly like kissing a woman. Only it’s better.
I put my hands around the back of his neck and ran my fingers over and through his hair. That worked for me. His hands wandered. Everywhere.
And neither of our noses got in the way so I’m guessing we won’t qualify for the title of Big Conk of the Year.
I can’t actually remember whether I closed my eyes or not. It was dark, so I’m reckoning it wouldn’t have mattered one way or the other.
It took him about three seconds to get his tongue into my mouth. I’m sure that’s not an all-comer’s record but it felt pretty rapid to me. My mother would be appalled at how slutty I was about it. He poked - I let him in.
When someone groans into your throat, it kind of vibrates throughout your whole body. I quite liked hearing that from him, made me feel special. His lips raking over mine, his tongue gathering saliva in my mouth and moaning all the while, whispering my name, losing control. It was me making him feel like that, not some royal princess or court lady, me. Merlin Emrys: manservant, warlock.
Lastly, he seemed to like it most when I ran my tongue around his lips and slipped the tip of my tongue in and out of his mouth, again and again. Quite provocative. At least, it felt daring to me and - that word again - slutty. It certainly had an effect…
Which is where the ‘mauled by a tiger’ part came in--and why I’m wearing a big smile this morning and ate a very hearty breakfast. Because if I’m going to be Uther Pendragon’s slut, I’m going to need to keep my strength up aren’t I?
‘Growwwwl’.
~~~END~~~