A/N: First post ^u^ I just felt like writing some Merthur stuff, so I concocted this silliness because I love you! Enjoy! :D
The Sword:
"Merlin, what are you doing?"
Merlin paused, his hand hovering over the sword. "What you asked me to do, Sire?"
"Do you want to get yourself killed?" Arthur asked with irritation, pulling his servant's hand away from the blade. "I asked you to clean my sword."
Merlin sighed. "Is this not your sword, then?"
"Do you ever pay attention? This is the sword my knights retrieved from the forest. One prick of the finger and you'd be dead faster than you can say prat."
Merlin turned from the sword to smirk at the blond haired prince. "I didn't know you cared so much, Sire." He said cheekily.
Arthur rolled his eyes. "My sword is in my scabbard, Merlin. You do know where that is, don't you?"
"Yes, I know where your scabbard is." Merlin mumbled, holding out his hand. "Well, then, hand it over."
"Excuse me?" Arthur replied, his smirk growing as he raised an eyebrow.
"Hand me you're sword." Merlin sighed hotly. "It's right there, on your belt. Or would you rather I do that for you as well, Your Royal Prattness."
"I don't think I like your tone, Merlin, so yes, you can do it." Arthur teased, his irritating smirk making Merlin's anger grow.
"Of course, Sire."
Merlin stepped up to the prince, taking the hilt of Arthur's sword in his hand. Before he pulled it up, out of the scabbard, he looked up to find Arthur's face just mere centimeters from his own. In reaction, Merlin attempted to step back, flustered, but tripped over what he could only assume was air. Merlin flew back as Arthur tried to rescue him, grasping Merlin's wrist, but it wasn't enough and the two of them toppled over, Arthur landing on top of the raven-haired boy.
Merlin looked up at the prince in shock, eyes wide as Arthur frowned, storm blue eyes locked in on Merlin's. Merlin didn't dare breathe as Arthur's hot breath brushed across his face, making his head turn to mush.
"Sorry." Arthur muttered as he pushed himself up, but Merlin, snapping out of his stupor, tried to fly up from their position, causing Merlin to slam into Arthurs shoulder, rolling him over and somehow grabbing Merlin to take him down as well. This time, however, Merlin ended up lying on top of Arthur, shivering from the way their bodies pressed into one another.
"Merlin!" Arthur groaned, glaring up at Merlin, his face, he now realized, was so close to his own. If Arthur only pushed up a tiny bit—
"Get off of me!" Arthur demanded, his chest contracting oddly.
"S-sorry!" Merlin flinched, jumping up and holding out a hand to help the prince to stand. Arthur ignored it, pushing himself off the floor and studying Merlin curiously.
Merlin avoided Arthur's gaze, snatching the sword from Arthur's belt to clean it. It was the fourth time they had entered such close proximity, and Arthur wouldn't be able to tell you what exactly was going through him mind when he grasped on to Merlin's wrist, yanking him forward to slam their lips together.
To Arthur and Merlin, the kiss lasted over lifetimes. Merlin's hand's somehow found themselves digging into the prince's hair while Arthur's arms wrapped themselves around Merlin's waist, pressing their bodies together as if they could never be close enough.
But really, it was only seconds before Arthur's door swung open, Morgana and Gwen standing there with wide eyes.
The boys looked at the two girls with shock, not yet breaking from their compromising position. Snapping out of it, they broke apart, blushing and murmuring something neither of them could understand.
"Damn!" Gwen cursed, glaring at the two boys while Morgana laughed victoriously. "Damn it, Merlin! This is your fault, isn't it!"
"Ha! Yes!" Morgana cheered. "I won! Take that, Guinevere. I won, fair and square."
The confused boys glanced at each other before looking at Gwen and Morgana. "What are you talking about?" Merlin asked, still completely flustered.
Gwen groaned. "I thought for sure Merlin was too chicken to do anything, and Arthur's way too oblivious. Fine, you won Morgana." She sighed.
"Of course I did. You'd be a fool not to notice how they look at each other."
"What are you two on about?" Arthur demanded.
Morgana rolled her eyes at the prince. "I bet Guinevere that you two idiots would end up together before the month was up. It was so painfully obvious I'm surprised Uther hasn't seen it."
"What did you win?" Merlin asked, blushing deep red.
Morgana glanced at Gwen with a smirk. "A bath."
At that, Gwen blushed her own shade of scarlet, avoiding Arthur and Merlin's probing gazes.