I got inspiration for this from a book I just read, and it made me think of Merlin and Arthur. Slash.
They lay side by side, their bodies pressed close together. Both men were awake; each's breathing comforting the other. Outside the tent the beginnings of a storm could be heard, and they both listened in silence– A storm on the eve of war was a bad sign.
Suddenly Arthur rolled over, a coy smile on his lips. He touched his hand to Merlin's head, just behind the ear.
' your hair never quite lies flat here. I don't think I've ever told you how I like it'.
Merlin sighed into Arthur's touch, a smile forming on his lips as he too turned to face Arthur. 'You haven't'.
'I should have' Arthur replied softly, his hand drifting down from Merlin's hair to the vee at the base of his throat, where he drew his fingers softly across Merlin's pulse. 'What about this? Have I told you what I think of this, just here?'
Merlin's eyes flicked from Arthur's hands to catch his gaze. 'No'.
Again Arthur smiled. 'This surely then', his hand moved across the lean muscles on his chest, Merlin's skin growing warm beneath his touch. 'Have I told you of this?'
'That you have told me of' Merlin replied, his breath catching as he spoke.
'And what of this?' Arthur's hand lingered over Merlin's hips, and then drew down the line of his thigh. 'Have I spoken of it?'
'You have' Blue eyes were fixed on blue eyes, both men had teasing smiles on their faces.
'And this? Surely, I would not have forgotten this.' Arthur's grin widens, as his hand travels over Merlin. 'Tell me I did not'
'You did not'.
'There is this, too' Arthur's hand was ceaseless now. 'I know I have told you of this'
Merlin watched Arthur. There may a war coming, but tonight was theirs. Finally Merlin closed his eyes.
'Tell me again.'