Disclaimer-I don't own Merlin (obviously :L ) If I did, then Uther would be dead already and Merlin would be living it up xD
Umm, first ever fic, PLEASE review, you can tell me you hate it, I promise I won't be offended! Tell me if you want more, or if you think I should just stick to the reading side of things :L ummm, so yeah, I never really shipped Merthur but . . . it's growing on me. And this idea's been swirling around the old brain for a while. . . ANYWAY, I'll shut up now ;)
Arthur's senses come back to him slowly; his still asleep brain registering the sensation and moving on before an explanation can be provided. He feels a weight sprawled across his chest, and when he moves his hand, he feels something soft, feather like, tangling in his fingers. He hears soft breathing near him with the occasional muttering of half formed words that make no sense. And then he feels the warm light of the sun against his closed eyelids. Something about this tugs at his brain, trying to provoke some kind of explanation. Sun . . . it's too early for sun, but . . . it's not because the sun's up, so . . . he should be up. Someone should have woken him by now . . . Merlin.
Arthur's eyes snapped open in alarm and he sat bolt upright in bed, he was going to kill Merlin! But his yell for his useless manservant died in his throat as he heard a moan of protest.
What on earth . . . ? He closes his eyes for a few seconds and then opens them again, only to be shocked a second time round.
He wouldn't have to call for his manservant. Merlin was already here.
DUNDUNDUHHH! Sorry couldn't resist the dramatic ending. I was originally going to put it all on in one chapter but . . . I couldn't resist :P
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