Day 2
Merlin was learning. He was never this forthright with Arthur, but he was tempted to see the change of his body. Merlin traced the canvas of new and old scars on Arthur. His fingers, lips and tongue followed the disruptions of smooth skin. Arthur's fingers pressed into him as his other hand felt the shape of bones and strong muscles.
If the shutters were open, the sun's light would pour through, warming their skins. Instead they opted for privacy, and the darkness of the bedroom.
He would later ask Arthur to tell him the stories of each scar. They ranged from tales of bravery, strength, sadness, laughter, and even embarrassment, which had Merlin in peals of laughter until Arthur would smother him with a pillow.
When Arthur asked about his scars in turn, Merlin did his best to sidetrack the conversation. There was nothing good to say. Arthur's eyes said he understood with a simple look.
In the evening, they bathed then ventured out to a second night of celebration between the villagers. The bonfire lit up the night, sparks flying into the air along with the sounds of mirth, hilarity and song.