Secluded Part of the Preserve, Saturday Morning

[bigdamndestiny]

Merlin was not normally the type of man to wake up with a woman half on top of him. Other than those times with Francine, of course.

But this... was not Francine.

If he opened his eyes, he very well me have to make a very frightened noise. He was just going to peek out of one eye. Blond hair. Oh. He rather liked blond hair. Opening both eyes now

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[thismaskiwear]

When they were both back to normal, he might have to run for his life if he wanted to remember that very important lesson.

At the moment, however, Katchoo was smiling in her sleep, and actually snuggling.

[bigdamndestiny]

That would serve to terrify Merlin off all female blonds ever. Or cause him to turn into a tree. Who knows?

Merlin smiled back in an utterly dopey way, putting his arms around her waist in order to snuggle back. "Mrnnnin."

It wasn't his name, so it must be an attempt at 'morning'.

[thismaskiwear]

Sadly, turning anyone into a tree was beyond Katchoo's capacity. Well, sadly according to her. It was probably a good thing as far as anyone else was concerned.

"Hnnhgrrph?" Which might have been any one of a half dozen incoherent questions, but the thing was, if the nuzzling at his shoulder was any indication, none of them were hostile.

[bigdamndestiny]

It should have sent of so many warning bells, that.

But Merlin was far too busy --dear god-- smelling her hair. It smelled like roses. Only not really. It kinda wreaked of cigarettes.

He shhhed away those questions because all was right in the world with her by his side.