He woke with a start, shivering despite the heat, his skin tingling where Arthur's fingers touched him just moments ago deep in his dream. He was so hard remembering those images, and they weren't something Merlin ever wanted to forget. They were so vivid. He touched himself just to relieve some tension, but without the intent of coming, he was just satisfied as he was. No matter what curse this was, he never again wanted to be rid of it. He smiled to himself. At least Gaius's sleeping-draught worked, and now he was finally more than ready to face Arthur.