Fic! Unlocked this time, sorry about that!
Title: Say It With A Kiss
Rating: PG-13
Summary: He raised his sword, but it was useless against the dragon's hard scales. The blade shattered and Arthur was pushed aside.
Pairing: Merthur
Author: hilson_is_love
Warnings: Perhaps OOC. But I tried!
Disclaimer: I own nothing! Though I do believe that TPTB aren't really tring to
A/N: My first Merthur fic, be gentle. Loosely based on the Season 2 Finale. Also x-posted on my ff.net archive; you can find the orginal here
It was like everything was going in slow motion. Arthur took one last look at the Great Dragon, now free and swooping towards him. He resigned himself to trying one last time. He raised his sword, but it was useless against the dragon's hard scales. The blade shattered and Arthur was pushed aside. His head hit the ground, with force, and when he came to, he was lying in his bed, minus his armour and Camelot was no longer burning. He looked to his right, and saw a tired-looking Merlin, daubing at the wound on his arm, with tender, blue eyes and utter focus.
"How long have you been here, Merlin?" Arthur felt nothing like his usual prattish self, and seeing Merlin behaving with such dedication, made him squirm a little. It wasn't supposed to happen like this.
"I'm not sure, sire. But the dragon's gone, and you need Gaius to make sure you don't get an infection." Merlin would not look at Arthur. After ensuring the wound on his master's arm was clean and bound, he got up and made his way around the room and began picking up discarded clothing and tidying.
"Merlin..."
"Yes?"
"Are you okay?" The genuine concern in Arthur's voice threw Merlin off guard. It was almost out-of-character for the Prince.
"I thought I was going to lose you." The warlock whispered the words so softly, that Arthur had to strain to hear them.
"Oh, Merlin. Come here, will you?" Arthur raised himself to sitting in bed. Merlin stopped tidying and went to sit by his master on the bed.
Concerned stormy grey eyes searched for downcast, genetically perfect blue. Merlin found Arthur's eyes and held his gaze.
"Merlin, you promised me you wouldn't cry if I died out there."
"Am I crying now?" His eyes blazed briefly with defiance before becoming downcast once more.
Arthur shook his head. "Were you worried I was going to die?"
Merlin nodded, terrified of Arthur's reaction to the confession that as good as revealed both his feelings and his powers. Arthur laughed; a hollow dry laugh that sounded as sarcastic as it did sad.
"Really Merlin, how thick are you?" Arthur placed his good arm around the wizard and pulled him close. "You really are thick, aren't you?"
Merlin glanced up at him, and all at once, Arthur had caught his lips in a sweet, tender, gentle kiss. Merlin's eyes fluttered closed, floating on Arthur's taste. Cinnamon, and apples, and something that was distinctly unique to Arthur.
The kiss broke and Merlin nestled into the crook of Arthur's neck.
It took them a while to finally fall asleep, Arthur from his wounds, Merlin from taking care of the Prince. As they dozed off, wrapped in each other's arms, an unasked and unanswered question lingered in the air.
~Fin~
Rating: PG-13
Summary: He raised his sword, but it was useless against the dragon's hard scales. The blade shattered and Arthur was pushed aside.
Pairing: Merthur
Author: hilson_is_love
Warnings: Perhaps OOC. But I tried!
Disclaimer: I own nothing! Though I do believe that TPTB aren't really tring to
A/N: My first Merthur fic, be gentle. Loosely based on the Season 2 Finale. Also x-posted on my ff.net archive; you can find the orginal here
It was like everything was going in slow motion. Arthur took one last look at the Great Dragon, now free and swooping towards him. He resigned himself to trying one last time. He raised his sword, but it was useless against the dragon's hard scales. The blade shattered and Arthur was pushed aside. His head hit the ground, with force, and when he came to, he was lying in his bed, minus his armour and Camelot was no longer burning. He looked to his right, and saw a tired-looking Merlin, daubing at the wound on his arm, with tender, blue eyes and utter focus.
"How long have you been here, Merlin?" Arthur felt nothing like his usual prattish self, and seeing Merlin behaving with such dedication, made him squirm a little. It wasn't supposed to happen like this.
"I'm not sure, sire. But the dragon's gone, and you need Gaius to make sure you don't get an infection." Merlin would not look at Arthur. After ensuring the wound on his master's arm was clean and bound, he got up and made his way around the room and began picking up discarded clothing and tidying.
"Merlin..."
"Yes?"
"Are you okay?" The genuine concern in Arthur's voice threw Merlin off guard. It was almost out-of-character for the Prince.
"I thought I was going to lose you." The warlock whispered the words so softly, that Arthur had to strain to hear them.
"Oh, Merlin. Come here, will you?" Arthur raised himself to sitting in bed. Merlin stopped tidying and went to sit by his master on the bed.
Concerned stormy grey eyes searched for downcast, genetically perfect blue. Merlin found Arthur's eyes and held his gaze.
"Merlin, you promised me you wouldn't cry if I died out there."
"Am I crying now?" His eyes blazed briefly with defiance before becoming downcast once more.
Arthur shook his head. "Were you worried I was going to die?"
Merlin nodded, terrified of Arthur's reaction to the confession that as good as revealed both his feelings and his powers. Arthur laughed; a hollow dry laugh that sounded as sarcastic as it did sad.
"Really Merlin, how thick are you?" Arthur placed his good arm around the wizard and pulled him close. "You really are thick, aren't you?"
Merlin glanced up at him, and all at once, Arthur had caught his lips in a sweet, tender, gentle kiss. Merlin's eyes fluttered closed, floating on Arthur's taste. Cinnamon, and apples, and something that was distinctly unique to Arthur.
The kiss broke and Merlin nestled into the crook of Arthur's neck.
It took them a while to finally fall asleep, Arthur from his wounds, Merlin from taking care of the Prince. As they dozed off, wrapped in each other's arms, an unasked and unanswered question lingered in the air.
~Fin~