bitchprince ([personal profile] bitchprince) wrote2011-02-07 07:02 pm

Arthur's Chambers, Citadel, Camelot, Monday Morning Fandom Time

The whole mess was over and done with, and now Arthur had even managed to sweep the last scraps of trouble under the rug. It had been trying, and it had been bloody dangerous, and how could he have been so stupid to begin with?

He had all this adrenaline still coursing through his body, and the morning's training had only taken the edge off. So now that things had been settled, and spoken through with his father, he was in his room. Prying bits of rock off the wall with his sword.

While brooding.

This was a spectacular combination.

[[ for a wizard, and sp ]]

[identity profile] bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com 2011-02-09 05:31 am (UTC)(link)
"When," Merlin asked between kisses. "Are you next expected?"

[identity profile] bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com 2011-02-09 02:19 pm (UTC)(link)
"Not to mention boring," Merlin added helpfully, pushing up on Arthur's shift.

[identity profile] bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com 2011-02-09 11:39 pm (UTC)(link)
It was a vital quest to... prove Arthur was fit to rule. Or something. Just go with it.

He moved down to press his lips to newly exposed skin of Arthur's stomach and chest. "Boring."

[identity profile] bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com 2011-02-10 05:07 am (UTC)(link)
Merlin rested his cheek on Arthur's stomach for a moment, peering up at him. "How much standing will you be doing in this council meeting?"

It was entirely unfair how he managed to sound innocent asking that.

[identity profile] bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com 2011-02-10 05:14 am (UTC)(link)
"Great!" Also unfair? How cheerful he was about tugging down on Arthur's trousers.

[identity profile] bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com 2011-02-10 05:22 am (UTC)(link)
"Your trousers first," Merlin insisted in that way of his. He had a goal in mind, Arthur. Don't fight the goal!

[identity profile] bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com 2011-02-10 05:27 am (UTC)(link)
He'd get closer by taking off his shift without braining himself now that Arthur was trouser-free. It was an accomplishment.

He scooted back up for a quick kiss, digging about under the pillows for what they needed. "You're so oppressed, I know," he teased.

[identity profile] bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com 2011-02-10 05:34 am (UTC)(link)
"I have to deal with a prince who thinks he's so much smarter than everyone," Merlin replied, tilting his head to the side. Distractions!

[identity profile] bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com 2011-02-10 11:53 pm (UTC)(link)
That was distracting, Arthur. Distracting.

"You're a prat," Merlin insisted, unable to find things because someone was distracting him so damn much.

[identity profile] bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com 2011-02-11 04:37 pm (UTC)(link)
Only a little?

Merlin smiled down at him, abandoning his quest in favour of pressing Arthur down against the bed, straddling his hips as he kissed him again. Because that seemed like the best thing to do at the moment.