Disclaimer: I don't own Merlin (if I did, you'd be the first to know (actually you wouldn't cuz I don't know you. I lied))
My first EVER fanfic. Sudden inspiration at 1 am, no I was not having naughty Merthur dreams. I wish.
Here we go. First one.
Please don't kill me.
Merlin awoke to the cold chill the absence of his lover brought He didn't need to open his eyes to know that Arthur was no longer occupying the bed beside him and was in fact, by the sounds of someone stumbling around the room, attempting to find something clean to wear from the heap of clothes on the floor.. So Merlin did what any lover left in the bed does, he groans, rolls over, and hoards all the covers for himself.
He's almost asleep again when he hears Arthur curse after a dull thud. He's smashed his toes into the chest at the foot of the bed again. Merlin thinks it's time to step in.
"What are you doing Arthur?" Merlin moans, screwing his eyes shut against the light which Arthur just turned on.
"Come on Merlin, we're going to be late for work," Merlin can envision Arthur rolling his beautiful blue eyes, which he is doing at this moment. He seems in a rush.
But Arthur's thick. And he's not getting something.
"Mm-hm, I'll get right on that," Merlin lets out a mumble but doesn't move an inch. Arthur just sighs at his love's stubbornness and moves on into the bathroom to continue getting ready. Five minutes later, Merlin hasn't moved and instead a small smile is playing on his lips.
Arthur still isn't getting something.
He's back in the room again, frowning at the figure in his bed. Sure Merlin was lazy but he wasn't normally this lazy.
"Are you alright?" Arthur asked, suddenly concerned for his lover. He moves to the Merlin's bedside where just a tuft of raven colored hair is peeking out from under the covers. Arthur is a little relieved when, after he bent down and placed a hand on what he thought is Merlin's shoulder, the covers are pulled down slightly and Arthur can get a better look at his love's face.
Merlin's pale but no more so than usual. There are no bags under his eyes from lack of sleep. He looks fine, much to Arthur's relief.
"Peachy," Comes a muttered reply from Merlin's lips. Arthur has to fight a smile at that and instead rolls his eyes. One of these days he's going to get dizzy and it'll be all Merlin's fault.
Arthur's still not getting something.
"Well then come on, busy day ahead of us," Arthur announces, moving from the bedside toward the kitchen.
"Yeah, why don't you look to see what we've got scheduled today," comes Merlin's reply. He's still in bed. Arthur's footsteps recede. There's a pause as he glances at the calendar on the fridge. Then his footsteps come back, a little slower this time. He throws himself, still fully clothed, onto the bed, next to his lover.
"It's Saturday," Arthur moans.
He finally gets it.
"Oh you prick, you knew!" Arthur accused as Merlin snuggled toward his love's warmth.
"Oh, it's a Saturday?" Merlin asked innocently.
"Idiot," Arthur called fondly.
"Prat," was returned. Arthur couldn't see the smirk which decorated Merlin's face.
"Alright fine, let's go back to sleep, let me have some of the covers," Arthur grumbled as he quite expertly slid out of his clothing and lay down next to Merlin.
"Nope," was the only answer he received. He would have to suffer without.
So that's it. There might be a continuation if this goes over well. Just saying. Hope you enjoyed.