A/N: Another Arthur/Merlin from me. Reviews will be loved.
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Word Count: 239
It's cold and it's wet but it doesn't matter
It's cold and it's wet and it's raining but it doesn't matter because Arthur loves to stand in the rain and who is Merlin to deny him what he loves?
It's cold and it's wet and there's water dripping off Arthur's hair into his face but it doesn't matter because the way Arthur's lying on top of him means the rest of him is kept almost dry.
It's cold and it's wet and he only has a thin shirt on but it doesn't matter because the heat of Arthur's body next to him makes him forget.
It's cold and it's wet and his lips are turning blue but it doesn't matter because Arthur is there to warm them again.
It's cold and it's wet and it's almost pitch black but it doesn't matter because the dark provides secrecy, right under everyone's noses.
It's cold and it's wet and his clothes are soaked through but it doesn't matter because Arthur's pulling them off and he can't care about clothes that he isn't wearing.
It's cold and it's wet and it's muddy but it doesn't matter because if he's muddy now then Arthur will have to help him get clean again later.
It's cold and it's dark and it's so wonderfully perfect because all that matters is that Arthur is here with him, under the stars, lying in the mud, soaked by the rain.
All that has ever mattered is Arthur.