So I have left it a while since writing but in my defence I have been snowed under with assignments, I have one left to do and my brain has frozen, I can't for the life of me think up any more designs, so I thought I would post a random fragment with no begining or end that has been running through my head in the vague hope that it might kick start my brain again.
Merlin traced his fingers over the blonde hairs with a feather light touch, describing a slow, meandering path down the arm that was resting with a warm and comforting weight across his stomach, he watched as the glints of the early morning sun reflected off the golden hair.
As he lay there a torrent of emotions ran through him like electricity, making his body tingle from the tips of his toes to the ebony hair on his head.
He felt exhilarated and exhausted as though he had run a marathon, thinking back at the effort needed over the past few years to hide his true identity, and his ever growing feelings, maybe running a marathon would have been the easy option.
Now there was the fear, fear that when Arthur awoke he would regret his response to Merlins confessions last night and reject him.
As Arthur stirred in his arms he held his breath waiting for the onslaught to begin, but it never came, just a sleepy "morning." and a kiss to his chest.