Sweat glistened of naked flesh, cooling in the cold air it was exposed to. It was far too warm to be under the covers, yet too cold to be over them. The result was entwined limbs half covered by slippery silk sheets. They too, were drenched in sweat.

The silence of the room was broken only by the heavy, post orgasm, breathing of the two lovers, still joined together in the act of love making, too tired to move, to pull away.

Arthur ran his nose along Merlin's shoulder blade, breathing in his scent. The hot, sticky, sexual scent of the thin film of sweat that clung to every available surface. It was a smell reserved only for Arthur. Merlin's post love making scent.

Merlin linked Arthurs finger's with his own, and gently pulled the older man closer. Skin connected again, the first time since the love making, and yet the touch was as electric as any made during sex.

"I love you Merlin..." a muffled whisper, lost somewhere along Merlin's lower back, which Arthur was now kissing.

"I love you too Arthur," a whisper followed by a hiss as Arthur's swollen lips reached the base of Merlin's sensitive spine.

A few lazy moments full of stolen kiss's, touch's and mumblings passed. Both men began to drift of in the clammy atmosphere of the room, both lost in a happy daze that was luring them into a blissful sleep.

Arthur knew he would be sound asleep soon, and so gently began to move himself out of Merlin, not wanting to wake him. Merlin always fell asleep first.

"No!" Merlin's words seemed loud after the post sex silence, yet they were spoken at his usual tone. Arthur stopped moving in an instant.

"No?" he asked, confused. Surely Merlin did not want to go again? The sun was coming up, they had been at it for hours (and he had to be up for work soon).

"I need you," Merlin whispered, his voice revealing his insecurities. Arthur smiled and pulled Merlin as close to his body as possible. He slid back into Merlin's body. The feeling sent shivers down Arthur's spine and hardened his penis ever so slightly. Merlin gulped back a groan.

"You have me you idiot," Arthur muttered as he gently nibbled on Merlin's ear. Merlin closed his eyes and smiled as he lent back into Arthur, enjoying the moment, savouring it. It was very rare that Arthur was so affectionate.

"No you prat, I need you to stay in me," he said, his smile now morphed into Arthur's favourite goofy grin.

"Why's that? I don't think we have another round in us, we have to be up soon," Arthur said, too sleepy to be cocky.

"I just like to be filled. By you. It makes me feel like I'm yours, and that your mine... I just... I need it..." Merlin went silent as he fell asleep against Arthur's chest. Arthur smiled and carefully covered the two of them up with the blanket. The temperature in the room had dropped, and Arthur could feel his nipples hardening. As much as he liked the feeling, he knew it would keep him awake, and he needed to be rested before training later that day.

"You'll always be mine, and I yours," Arthur whispered. As he too drifted off, he couldn't help but think how nice it was too drift off inside of Merlin. He felt so connected to Merlin, co close... He truly felt like Merlin was his and that he in turn was Merlin's. In this moment, they were one. Two sides of one coin. Just as destiny had foreseen.