Title: Sleepy Mornings
Pairings: Merlin/Arthur pre-slash
Rating: PG
Warnings: None
Disclaimer: Merlin doesn't belong to me… How sad! :(
Word Count: 207
Spoilers: For 2x13
Summary: Arthur smiled lazily at the back of Merlin's head who was clearly still slumbering soundly.

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Arthur returned to consciousness slowly trying with everything he had to fall back into his contented sleep without fully waking. Though the sun had risen, Arthur was reluctant to leave the cocooned warmth of his bed.

He heard a soft sigh to his left, reminding him what he had offered the previous evening. Opening his eyes, eager now, he rolled his head towards the sigh and smiled lazily at the back of Merlin's head who was clearly still slumbering soundly if his steady breathing was anything to go by.

Merlin had looked dead on his feet whilst attending to Arthur the night before; according to Gaius Merlin had been having trouble sleeping since he ridden out to help Arthur fight the dragon (something Arthur still found to be utterly incredible) and Arthur found himself ordering Merlin into his bed.

"There's clearly no chance of you getting a decent night's sleep in that awful excuse of a bed and you obviously need all the advantages you can get in being a half decent servant so stop looking like I've just proposed you off yourself and get in."

Merlin nodded, removed his shoes and climbed into Arthur's bed with no further protests. Several minutes later, when Arthur was sure Merlin was sleeping, a soft "Thank you Arthur" made his heart stutter.

Now, watching Merlin's head wishing desperately that Merlin would turn so he could see his face, Arthur thought that it had been the best idea he'd had in a long time.

Shuffling closer to Merlin he breathed deeply, closing his eyes with a smile Arthur let himself focus on Merlin's steady breathing, not noticing his hand had moved until it rested lightly on Merlin's back. The new pressure made Merlin snuffle and shift in his sleep. Arthur opened his eyes again, watching as Merlin snaked his now free arm over Arthur's chest, entwining their legs and settling down achingly slowly. Merlin nuzzled the prince's neck unconsciously pressing a sleepy kiss to the skin his lips met.

This was the moment that Arthur would remember on those long, lonely nights without Merlin by his side. This was the moment he would remember forever.

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Was that last line too cheesy? I'm thinking it's too cheesy… I put it in and took it back out five times now… if it is, just ignore it haha.

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