Merlin snippet: All is well in Arthur's arms
All is well in Arthur's arms [Merlin, Arthur/Merlin, G, 370 words, a quick wee ficlet for newkidfan, who requested a continuation to the opening scene of 1x13 (you need to see the graphic there!). Title shamelessly nicked from newkidfan's post!]
"You just groped me!" Merlin accuses, the moment they're far enough away from the beast to take a proper break. He rests his hands on his knees, trying to catch his breath. The knights are all taking a breather too, though Arthur, naturally, is pretending he's not at all puffed out from running for his life.
"I did not grope you," Arthur swears indignantly, though he's got that shifty look Merlin knows far too well. Arthur's a rubbish liar.
"You did, too. You always do it."
"No, I don't," Arthur hisses. Then, "what do you mean, I always do it?"
"Whenever you're saving my life-"
"Ha, so you admit that happens a lot," Arthur interrupts, gleeful.
"Not the point. The point is, that whenever you do, you grope me or hug me or something. Or bring me flowers," Merlin adds, suddenly inspired.
"Well, I'm sorry you're so precious you can't abide to be touched when I'm saving your miserable life," Arthur says grumpily, grabbing Merlin's bag and rummaging around for the waterskin. "And I did not 'bring you flowers'. That was- quite different."
Merlin smiles. "I didn't say I didn't like it, did I?"
Arthur looks up. "Oh," he says, and takes a long gulp of water.
"I think I might have hurt my leg in the fall," Merlin says.
"Really? You were running perfectly well just now- oh," Arthur says, and he tries to hide a smile with a glare. It's not the sternest look he's ever managed. "So, I suppose you're going to insist on me giving you a helping hand back to Camelot. You're such a nuisance, Merlin."
"Sorry," Merlin says, insincerely.
"Well, come on then," Arthur says impatiently, putting the waterskin back in Merlin's bag and holding out his arm as though Merlin's keeping him waiting. Merlin's never going to tell him that he's really rather cute when he's pretending to be annoyed.
Arthur's arm fits comfortably around Merlin's waist, and if they fall behind the others on the way back, no one comments. And if Arthur takes Merlin up to his chambers, rather than to Gaius to see about his leg, well, no one comments on that either. Least of all Merlin.
Besides, he's too breathless.
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"You just groped me!" Merlin accuses, the moment they're far enough away from the beast to take a proper break. He rests his hands on his knees, trying to catch his breath. The knights are all taking a breather too, though Arthur, naturally, is pretending he's not at all puffed out from running for his life.
"I did not grope you," Arthur swears indignantly, though he's got that shifty look Merlin knows far too well. Arthur's a rubbish liar.
"You did, too. You always do it."
"No, I don't," Arthur hisses. Then, "what do you mean, I always do it?"
"Whenever you're saving my life-"
"Ha, so you admit that happens a lot," Arthur interrupts, gleeful.
"Not the point. The point is, that whenever you do, you grope me or hug me or something. Or bring me flowers," Merlin adds, suddenly inspired.
"Well, I'm sorry you're so precious you can't abide to be touched when I'm saving your miserable life," Arthur says grumpily, grabbing Merlin's bag and rummaging around for the waterskin. "And I did not 'bring you flowers'. That was- quite different."
Merlin smiles. "I didn't say I didn't like it, did I?"
Arthur looks up. "Oh," he says, and takes a long gulp of water.
"I think I might have hurt my leg in the fall," Merlin says.
"Really? You were running perfectly well just now- oh," Arthur says, and he tries to hide a smile with a glare. It's not the sternest look he's ever managed. "So, I suppose you're going to insist on me giving you a helping hand back to Camelot. You're such a nuisance, Merlin."
"Sorry," Merlin says, insincerely.
"Well, come on then," Arthur says impatiently, putting the waterskin back in Merlin's bag and holding out his arm as though Merlin's keeping him waiting. Merlin's never going to tell him that he's really rather cute when he's pretending to be annoyed.
Arthur's arm fits comfortably around Merlin's waist, and if they fall behind the others on the way back, no one comments. And if Arthur takes Merlin up to his chambers, rather than to Gaius to see about his leg, well, no one comments on that either. Least of all Merlin.
Besides, he's too breathless.
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