Title: Dance
Pairings: Arthur/Merlin
Spoilers: Sadly none!
WARNINGS: Fluff…
Disclaimer: Merlin not mine *sob* It's the BBC's though I want to rob them and get away with Bradley and Colin ^_^
Summary: Arthur is the embodiment of grace.
Notes: Written for a drabble tree (the next person picks a word or sentence from the previous drabble and writes their own using it.). Another I was supposed to post ages ago and somehow forgot!
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Arthur was the embodiment of grace. He had to be. He was the crown prince after all. Every movement calculated. Every step thought out. He was as light as a feather and yet as solid as wood.
Merlin watched from his usual vantage point in the hall, watching as the prince danced around the room with the refinement befitting him. Merlin smiled. Much of it was all for show down here.
In Arthur's bedroom, that elegance remained. The way he would hold Merlin, guide him, draw out every gasp and moan. They had their own dance that no one else saw. They shared a grace that saw their movements combine in perfect rhythm. A dance that only love could design.