Merlin awoke with the odd feeling he’d forgotten something. Without opening his eyes, or doing anything that might signal to Arthur that he was, in fact, no longer unconscious and therefore available to service his princely (and not-so-princely, if last night had been any indication) needs, Merlin took stock of the previous day.

He’d taken Arthur’ ( Read more... )

With Merlin, everything is new again.

Sensations Arthur thought he’d grown accustomed to, feelings he’d experienced  before (fleeting, but still real), words he’s heard spoken by a dozen tongues are all bright and strange when Merlin says them, whispers them into the crook of Arthur’s neck, so shy and innocent, except for the fact that they are ( Read more... )