Room 325, Saturday Morning

[bitchprince]

Arthur was not always the most elegant to rise.

Especially not when he had someone's hands stuck in his armpits and the blanket was half-off the bed and the usual 'privacy time now' bowl of peanuts outside had frozen overnight (he was going to swear up a storm afterward about having to pay the squirrels extra for the privacy).

"Bloody hell," Arthur said - that was good morning, of a kind. "Who left the window open?"

The lack of lights wasn't nearly as impressive.

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[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

"...I like them," Merlin said, putting them aside because he had an arm over his chest now.

[bitchprince]

"I noticed."

He was painstakingly manhandling Merlin into proper snuggling warming position now.

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

Merlin grinned and put his hands back in their proper place under Arthur's shirt. "Like you don't have things you enjoy."

[bitchprince]

"I enjoy manly foods," Arthur told him, "Like steak. Or boar. I haven't had boar in a while..."

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

"They have pork," Merlin suggested. Even if it didn't taste the same.

[bitchprince]

"Well, that's hardly a substitute, is it?"

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

"...there's always venison?"

[bitchprince]

"Hard to find, though," he pointed out. "It's all backwards."

Now that he was warmer, though, he was starting to sound a bit less crabby.

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

Which was also so very true, sadly.

"I should check on Owain," Merlin grumbled, still snuggling.

[bitchprince]

"When's the last time he was fed?"

Arthur wasn't snuggling. He was just plastered to Merlin in a fashion that was either pre- or post-coital, depending on your view of time and how the rest of the day would go.

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

"Well, he's gotten better about needing me to actually feed him lately," Merlin replied. "It depends on if he ate the mice I left him."

They were dead already, of course.

[bitchprince]

"He's an owl," Arthur sighed, exasperated. "He's getting older. Of course he's eaten them."

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

"Oh. Well." Merlin shrugged. "Perhaps I ought to bring him here when I stay over."

[bitchprince]

"You'll get feathers all over the room," he muttered. Still a bit crabby, then, but he was leaning over to claim Merlin's neck as a personal resting place for his nose and it was nice.

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

"I thought you'd be happy his flight feathers were coming in!"

[bitchprince]

"Not all over my room," Arthur told him. "You don't see me keeping hunting birds in my rooms back home, do you?"

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

"No, but you have a falconer for keeping them," Merlin pointed out.

[bitchprince]

"And a place to keep them," Arthur finished, rolling his eyes a bit. "Another thing this castle lacks."

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

"And he's... less noisy lately." By less, Merlin meant he learned to tune out the cheerful screeching.

[bitchprince]

And now we had moved on to snorting. "Please," he said, "That bird could wake up the Pope in Rome."

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

"...well. I suppose if he was nearby, he could." MERLIN.

[bitchprince]

Arthur's eyes flicked up. "Sometimes I really worry about your brain, Merlin. And then you say something like that and I realise you can't possibly have one."

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

Merlin gave him a look until he caught up on everything. "Oh, shut up."

[bitchprince]

"Why would I? Someone has to point it out. Might as well be me, while I'm here."

He stretched. This possibly involved taking up even more of Merlin's skin with his own limbs. Including his leg. Hi, leg.

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

"You're an ass," Merlin informed him, sighing and closing his eyes as he shifted as close as possible.