All Night Long.
Well, hullo there! Thank you for visiting this story, it is much appreciated since it really is my first story to post. Of Merlin out of all! The story and plot is mine but. . the characters, well! I DISCLAIM, they do not belong to me - they belong to BBC and the old, dusty History Books that are lodged stuck and smothered in dust in the shelves of the library or at home. This story itself is not Beta'd, I am too lazy to do it myself. But I do fancy some criticism - whether to snap angrily at me or to throw a bunch of lovely daffodils - I'll take them all in good heart and promise not to throw a fit! I'll learn from it, the words of people, we all do one day. So, enough of my chit-chat! Look down below and I hope you'll reach 'til the end of the page. Review or not to review, well. . it's really up to you users.
"Daft." A smug grin his lips played. Toned arms crossed a broad chest. Blue eyes flickered up, gazing, full and bright with happiness. The eyes looked straight at the other and a grin pulled at his lips. His lovable, large ears then tinged pink, his cheeks also flushing rose. Opening his mouth, he snickered back.
"Prat."
Well, that hit a shot. The man opposite of him scoffed in mock annoyance, puffing his chest out to show how manly he truly was. The boy, flushed pink and shaken timid, let out a soft, airy giggle. His voice echoed in the spacious chambers, bouncing off the stone walls and filling the room with quite the cheer. A hearty chuckle joined along his laughter and the quiet pitter-patter of bare foot on concrete was heard.
His hands stayed on his hips and he was ready to retort.
"I'll have y-Arth."
Silent, he became, as warmth spread throughout his body. Arms encircled his shoulders and slim waist, pulling him behind until he was settled back against a lean, muscled body, The hard planes of the man's body he could feel under the thin material of his shirt as his back was pressed back against the chest and with that, hips slotted perfectly together. Calloused hands slid down then rested on his flat stomach, which had Merlin frown slightly in envy.
Merlin's getting a hug. The one thing he's always anticipating when he visits the Prince's chambers as dusk arrives. They - the hugs! - would be even better when at nightfall, when the guards and Knights of Camelot go out for their night strolls.
The time when the Prince is hardly ever needed in those situations.
Unless, of course, the walls have been breached by those who despise Camelot and her ruling King. When that happens, the Prince will be out there with his life on the line and Merlin will do everything and anything to ensure so that the "Long live, King Arthur!" part, his destiny had so foretold, will actually happen.
At night, when the day is at its serenity and coolness, is when both Merlin and Prince would get to sink into each other's arms with no such feeling of doubt and worry. Kisses are shared and cuddling is involved too. All night long.
To be honest, nothing else really matters. Not even in the slightest.
Except for themselves.