Rating: PG
Notes: Future fic
Disclaimer: I own nothing in connection with BBC's Merlin, nor do I make any money writing this fanfiction.
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Belong
Arthur watched Merlin, who was sprawled over Lancelot's chest and breathing through his mouth as he slept, his body spent. It looked to him as though Lancelot was nearly asleep, his eyes were almost closed. Then Merlin made a small noise in his sleep and moved, nudging Lancelot's chin up and causing his eyes to open again.
Upon observing that Merlin had managed to wind his arms a little more around Lancelot, Arthur felt the corners of his lips pull upwards and his chest jump a little with a small laugh. "He's glad you're back."
Lancelot looked to him with eyes which were hooded, his eyelids heavy because he was so tired. But he smiled. "So I gather."
There was a question Arthur could see in Lancelot's eyes, one which he wouldn't voice because, well, that was Lancelot.
And you?
It was a question which, left alone, would probably never be spoken, but Arthur gave his answer. He leaned over Lancelot and kissed him. Only briefly, just quickly enough to get his point across, but it sent a heat to his gut, a clench to his throat and it suddenly dawned on Arthur how long it had been since he last felt at peace like that.
"I don't know where you belonged before you came here," Arthur told him, settling down again as close to Lancelot as he could get and resting one hand on Merlin's back. "But I don't care either. You're home now. So don't leave again."
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