Arthur's head is tipped back into the pillows, his hands up over his head. He tries to move them, but their bound as tightly as if there were a rope. But he can see there isn't.
He's nervous, almost. The glint in Merlin's eyes where he crouches at the foot of the bed is predatory, mocking, but his smile is his usual grin.
"You said show me what you can do," he pointed out
( ... )
He's nervous, almost. The glint in Merlin's eyes where he crouches at the foot of the bed is predatory, mocking, but his smile is his usual grin.
"You said show me what you can do," he pointed out ( ... )
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(this is OP, btw :))
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