A Dip In The Swamps Of Merthur
An original lemon
"Emrys."
"Say it again."
"Emrys."
"Say it… with feeling."
"EMRYS!"
"Say the word!"
"Destiny."
"Give me magic, Arthur!"
"Flagarbleblargunorf!"
"Fuck."
"Tragonamacoiteestracorrumsat usdee!"
"Oh, fuck."
"Alakazam!"
"I'm COMING!"
Two hours earlier
"Hey, Gwaine."
"Hi there, Merlin. Why are you carrying that strangely small sack?"
"Just heading off on a journey."
"Where to?"
"Half a day's ride from here."
"Oh, I've been there. It's nice. Traffic's not too bad if you take the Ered Nimrais."
"Really? I'll remember that. Though you know Arthur, he'll probably want to take the desert route so the knights can walk in eagle-head formation."
"Ha, yeah… Wait, why aren't I invited?"
"Percival told me you were busy."
"He did?"
"Yeah. That you needed to stay in and clean his sword or something?"
"Really?"
"Hmm, he's borrowed my polish for you. Three tubs of it."
"Oh. Right. Yeah, I remember now!"
"Merlin!"
"What, Arthur?"
"Come here."
"Why…?"
"Someone's hidden my fencing trophy."
"Oh…Do you need me to… find it?"
"Yes, Merlin, I want you to… find it."
"But where shall I… find it, Arthur?"
"Deep within me, Merlin... Deep."
"Er, I'm going now."
"Goodbye, Gwaine."
"…"
"…"
"Fuck me."
Two Hours, Thirty Seconds Later.
"I love you like this, Merlin."
"Hmm?"
"You're so… revealed."
"Revealed?"
"It's magical."
"Magical."
"Yes… and revealed."
"…"
"…"
"Merlin?"
"Hmm?"
"How… how did you do that?"
"What?"
"The sparks? It sparked when… when…"
"When I entered you?"
"Yes. When you entered me."
"Well… well… it's because I'm… I'm…"
"Yes?"
"Because… because I've being rubbing my feet extra roughly against the rushes and… and that's what happens."
"Oh."
"You sound disappointed."
"I'm just… never mind."
"What?"
"I thought maybe that…"
"What did you think?"
"That you had…"
"What?"
"A firework penis."
"…"
"…"
"A what?"
"My father used to tell us stories about them when we were young. Men from far off lands who would be so much in love with their chosen partners that… that their penises would turn to… to fireworks upon entry."
"Uther told you that? Uther Pendragon?"
"He hated magic. He brought Morgana and I up to hate the druids and… and all that they stood for, but… had a secret love for firework penises."
"That's… beautiful."
"Yes."
"…"
"…"
"Would you like to feel the spark again, Arthur?"
"My body is ready."
To be continued…?
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