Title: Slow Down
Pairing: Arthur/Merlin
Summary: Merlin uses his magic to spend a little more time with Arthur. No one complains.
Notes: I own nothing.
Merlin liked a lot of things about his decision to reveal his magic to Arthur (and the acceptance he got for it afterwards). He enjoyed the fact that his acts of heroism were now recognized for what they were, even though he did try to not get an overinflated head about it all (Arthur's head was big enough for the both of them, he didn't need to take up any more space with his ego). He enjoyed being able to use his magic for the most casual of reasons, since chores went even faster when he didn't have to hide the use of his magic for them. There were so many more things he could now that he didn't have the heavy weight of his secrets pressing against his shoulders, though he tried to restrain himself from the more grandiose displays of his power unless he really needed to, since he didn't want the knights to be frightened of him.
The things shifted every so often, from the trust, to the thanks, to the freedom.
At this moment, it was the fact that he could share this magic with Arthur, who had tugged him into a dark corner for a kiss. Merlin tangled his fingers in his lover's hair and pressed on his well of magic inside his core, using the bit of magic most instinctual to him.
Time slowed around them, practically freezing the maidservants that would have come around the corner no less than a minute after Arthur had touched him. Judging from the smirk against Merlin's lips, Arthur had noticed what he had done, but neither of them were complaining or crying out an abuse of power. Instead, the King pressed his tongue against Merlin's and slid his bare fingers under the other's thin shirt, mapping out the twitch of muscles beneath his hands.
They had some extra time to themselves, and they were going to enjoy every second of them.