Blush

A Merthur Drabble

A/N (April 27, 2009 1:58 AM): A little one-shot written in the wee hours of the morning. :) Do enjoy. Review afterwards.

The first time Arthur had ever seen Merlin blush was when he had accidentally tripped over one of his books lying around and fallen right on top of him. A position, if Arthur was being truly honest with himself, that the young prince had no qualms being in again.

Resting both palms on the wooden floor, Merlin bit his lip and muttered a quick apology. "Sorry, sire. I must've tripped over... something."

Arthur, the cheeky bastard that he is, said, "I see that. Now, as comfortable you are on top of me, I'd rather see the world right side up once more."

Pink. Carnation pink. That was color of Merlin's cheeks as he flushed from embarrassment.

"Prat."

The second time Merlin blushed in Arthur's presence was when he had entered the room only to find the topless blond prince rummaging through his closet for a shirt to wear to that evening's dinner.

Cherry red. Arthur had thought whilst pulling out a dark blue shirt for Merlin to examine.

"What do you think?"

Merlin dragged his eyes away from Arthur's well-toned chest and abs to the shirt. "Shouldn't you be asking Morgana or Gwen about this?"

Blue eyes twinkled uncertainly. Matches his eyes. Arthur smiled and tossed the shirt to the wizard.

"On second thought, you should wear it."

The blue cloth smelled of Arthur. Old spice. The hue of Merlin's blush darkened.

"You look cute when you blush."

That evening, Arthur spotted the navy blue shirt on his servant and grinned.

The third, but certainly not the last, time Merlin blushed happened last night after Merlin made the fire in Arthur's room.

Kneeling in front of the hearth, Merlin tossed a piece of wood at the smoldering fire. "There. Warm enough yet, sire?"

Arthur sat on the ground beside him. An uncharacteristic thing for a prince to do.

"What are you doing sitting on the floor? You're princely clothes will get ash all over them."

Arthur stared at Merlin seriously. "What am I to you, Merlin?"

Confusion flashed through the wizard's blue eyes. "Is that a trick question? Erm... well you're my prince, sire."

A slender finger came up and lazily ran down Merlin's face. "Is that all?" Arthur was close enough to him that he could the prince's breath on his face.

Blushing the deepest shade of red there could be, Merlin asked, "What else is there?"

Arthur's lips sealed over Merlin's as the space, as little as it was, between them diminished. Merlin felt his heart stop beating for a second. Pure bliss. Pale pink lips slid over each other until air became a problem.

"Arthur..."

Arthur touched Merlin's face. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have--"

Said wizard laughed and planted a gentle kiss on the prince's mouth. "You talk too much."

Pulling away, Merlin noted a pale pink blush on Arthur's face. "You look cute when you blush too, Arthur."

Arthur rolled his eyes and pulled Merlin towards him for another heated kiss.

"Shut up, Merlin."

The next morning, the whole castle heard Lady Morgana's pleased laughter as she made her way from Arthur's room.

You can now tell that Merlin and Arthur sported similar hues of pink on their cheeks for the rest of the day.

Fin.