Continuing regrets turn into something special
Epilogue – Always and Forever:
A year on things had settled and at last all was finally the way it should be in Camelot. Gwen had stepped down as Queen and soon after married Lancelot. The people of Camelot had been expecting the separation of their King and Queen for a long time as well as the courting between Arthur and their new court sorcerer.
Merlin had agreed to the position straight after Derek's death although it took many months for the dust to settle, but eventually Merlin came round.
Arthur tool it slow in wooing Merlin, especially why he was still grieving.
It was four months ago when their relationship officially began. Merlin and Arthur had been hunting, well Arthur had been hunting. They had stopped for the night, Arthur setting up the individual bed sprawls while Merlin went off and collect wood for the fire even though he could have just produced one with his magic.
When Merlin had realised this he had already got back to the camp and deposited the wood down onto the forest floor. Arthur was already fast asleep on his blanket, eyes shut tight.
"I'll show you magic" Arthur whispered seductively.
Merlin managed to hold back his laughter as the King continued to talk in his sleep. He then created a fire before settling down to the sleeping blonde.
By morning Arthur was sprawled out on top of Merlin. Their limbs entangled, bodies warm. The warlock decided for no apparent reason to awaken his King with a King.
Arthur quickly woke and responded as they began tossing and turning on the forest floor in each other's arms, very much like what they were doing this morning in their bed within the castle of Camelot.
"Arthur, we have to get up" the warlock told his King, trying to break free from the blonde's strong hold.
"Five more minutes" Arthur moaned in annoyance at Merlin's insistence until he had Merlin pinned firmly beneath him.
"Arthur you have a meeting this morning, and the time it takes you to get dressed-"
"For you to get me dressed" Arthur corrected.
"Prat. We still need to get up though. Don't make me use my magic on you"
"Oh but I love when you use your magic on me"
"Arthur" Merlin threatened in a paternal manner.
"Who are you, my mother. I can get up, and off you, when I want"
Merlin fidgeted trying to get out from underneath Arthur's body as he continued to prattle on.
"Though, that would be very wrong if you were; considering what we were getting up to last night. You can get me undressed easily enough."
"Arthur!"
Finally the King stopped talking, looking straight down at Merlin, smiling mischievously before connecting his lips with the warlock's beneath him. It was a slow and sensual kiss that made the man beneath moan in pleasure.
The King pulled away, turning to his side to get out of bed when Merlin pulled him back on top of him and kissed the King more passionately and needy.
Arthur leant back. "What happened to 'we have to get up Arthur'" The blonde mimicked.
"You're the King, your allowed to be late" Merlin quickly answered before claiming Arthur's mouth once more.
In the end Arthur had to post-pone that meeting, like most meetings since Arthur and Merlin were always too busy making up for lost time. Ten years to be precise.
