Fic: War Zone
Aug. 13th, 2011 08:28 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
disturbinglynicTitle: War Zone
Fandom: Merlin
Pairing: Merlin/Arthur
Rating: PG
Word Count: 333
Warnings: silliness/schmoop
Summary: Merlin flails about when he sleeps.
Disclaimer: If I owned them then I wouldn't have to play with them in stories.
A/N: Written for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
mrsvc ♥
A hand smacked him in the face, startling him awake. Soft snoring next to him assured him that Merlin was still asleep. He didn’t know if that made him feel better or not.
He should be used to Merlin’s flailing limbs by now, but how exactly did one get used to being smacked awake by hand?
Arthur sighed and rolled onto his side, facing away from Merlin, and tried to get back to sleep. Both an arm and a leg were thrown over his body, pulling him back flush against the warmth of Merlin’s body.
By now, Arthur knew better than to try and disentangle himself. That only somehow led to being even more entangled with Merlin.
He didn’t know why he allowed this to continue. He had gotten too soft with Merlin. He should fix that. But he wouldn’t.
He told himself the same thing every night, and every morning he told Merlin he was not going to stay in Arthur’s bed for the entire night. But somehow, by the time Merlin had finished dressing him, Arthur would somehow be smiling again, and that night, Merlin would be back in his bed. It was a vicious cycle.
Merlin’s hand moved from Arthur’s chest fast, smacking into his jaw before Merlin rolled away from him.
Arthur rolled over to face Merlin and shoved him hard. Merlin crashed to the ground next to the bed, head shooting up immediately, a dazed look on his face. “What happened?”
Arthur was all ready to yell at him, but Merlin turned to look at him and smiled, that sweet smile that Merlin reserved just for Arthur, and the words died in his throat. Arthur returned the smile and patted the space next to him, inviting him back into bed.
Merlin immediately plastered himself to Arthur’s side. Arthur let out a sigh and wrapped his arms around Merlin. It was time to face facts. He wouldn’t be kicking Merlin out of bed anytime soon. Well, maybe just literally.
Fandom: Merlin
Pairing: Merlin/Arthur
Rating: PG
Word Count: 333
Warnings: silliness/schmoop
Summary: Merlin flails about when he sleeps.
Disclaimer: If I owned them then I wouldn't have to play with them in stories.
A/N: Written for
mrsvc ♥A hand smacked him in the face, startling him awake. Soft snoring next to him assured him that Merlin was still asleep. He didn’t know if that made him feel better or not.
He should be used to Merlin’s flailing limbs by now, but how exactly did one get used to being smacked awake by hand?
Arthur sighed and rolled onto his side, facing away from Merlin, and tried to get back to sleep. Both an arm and a leg were thrown over his body, pulling him back flush against the warmth of Merlin’s body.
By now, Arthur knew better than to try and disentangle himself. That only somehow led to being even more entangled with Merlin.
He didn’t know why he allowed this to continue. He had gotten too soft with Merlin. He should fix that. But he wouldn’t.
He told himself the same thing every night, and every morning he told Merlin he was not going to stay in Arthur’s bed for the entire night. But somehow, by the time Merlin had finished dressing him, Arthur would somehow be smiling again, and that night, Merlin would be back in his bed. It was a vicious cycle.
Merlin’s hand moved from Arthur’s chest fast, smacking into his jaw before Merlin rolled away from him.
Arthur rolled over to face Merlin and shoved him hard. Merlin crashed to the ground next to the bed, head shooting up immediately, a dazed look on his face. “What happened?”
Arthur was all ready to yell at him, but Merlin turned to look at him and smiled, that sweet smile that Merlin reserved just for Arthur, and the words died in his throat. Arthur returned the smile and patted the space next to him, inviting him back into bed.
Merlin immediately plastered himself to Arthur’s side. Arthur let out a sigh and wrapped his arms around Merlin. It was time to face facts. He wouldn’t be kicking Merlin out of bed anytime soon. Well, maybe just literally.
