Merlin (BBC) Anonymous Kink Meme

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MERLIN KINK MEME

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No Games - Part 2

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“They’re not games,” Morgana objects, and is surprised by the high, strained quality to her voice.

Arthur’s eyes register surprise as well, and the grip on her arm loosens to gentle support. “You’re trembling,” he notes, instinctive concern colouring his tone. “Are you ill? I can fetch Gaius.”

“No!” she protests sharply. “He deals with my dreams too often as it is.”

Arthur draws her over to his bed, and wordlessly but efficiently drapes the extra throw over her shoulders before retreating to lean back against the table, watching her through the two posters at the foot of his mattress. Morgana shifts, and raises her head defiantly, expecting some smart, mocking remark, but when Arthur does speak his voice is low and gentle.

“Your nightmares seems to have no pattern,” he comments.

“If I could predict them, I wouldn’t be wandering the castle so late,” Morgana admits, then balks at the sympathy gathering in Arthur‘s expression. “Don’t you ever dream? Or is your head too empty?”

Arthur rolls his eyes but apparently decides, for once, to ignore her snappish comment. “Rarely. I spend so much of my time in sword-practice that by the time night falls, my mind has no more energy to spare to plague me with bad dreams.”

Morgana half-laughs at that, and Arthur blinks, confused. “Sorry, it’s just a typical response from you. That fighting will make everything better.”

Arthur scowls. “I’m not the one trying to start a fight now,” he points out angrily.

Morgana clenches her jaw and shrugs the quilt from her shoulders. “I’ll leave you to work on your thrusts,” she spits, rising to her feet, but she only makes it halfway to the door before Arthur intercepts her, sliding between her and the door and reaching out for her, stopping so that his fingers barely brush at her waist.

“If you need something from me, just ask,” he insists quietly. “You know I’ll do it, so why bother with the manipulation?”

“I didn’t come here to manipulate you,” Morgana says.

“Then what did you come here for?”

Arthur’s eyes are bluer than usual in the moon’s glow, and his features are relaxed into that soft, gentle expression that Morgana so rarely sees him wear. She leans forward, just an inch, pushing her hip against his palm, and raises and drops her shoulder delicately. “Comfort,” she says, expecting it to come out as a half-question but sounding surprisingly sure.