Don't own Merlin.

Contains potential hints of boys having romantic feelings for each other, so don't read it if this makes you uncomfortable.

Five More Minutes

The sun had yet to rise in Camelot as Arthur groaned, his habit of waking up before dawn persisting despite his newest manservant's laziness. Arthur snorted softly at the thought and rolled over to face the door to his room, appreciating Merlin's habit for lateness as he sank back into sleep…

"Wake up, you lazy arse!" The sound of a door banging open grated on the future king's nerves and he groaned silently, drawing the blankets closer around himself. "Oh no you don't, m'lord! I actually woke up on time to get you, so you'd better get up as well!"

'That voice,' Arthur decided, 'was far too happy.'

Feeling a little mischievous and wanting to repay his manservant for his oh-so-lovely wakeup call, Arthur rolled over so that he was facing the ceiling, arm hanging over the side of the bed.

Sure enough, Merlin came over to the bed, whining at him to wake up, and leaned over to jostle his shoulder on the opposite side.

In a flurry of movement, Arthur rolled away from the door, swinging the arm that had lain over the side and taking Merlin down with it. The manservant fell for the trick easily, yelping in surprise as he was trapped between the prince and the wall.

The blonde's arm was wrapped around the lithe brunette's waist, holding him in place for Arthur to yawn and hide his face in his manservant's hair. "Next time, Merlin, don't come on time."

"Come on sire; let me go! It's too early for this!" Merlin tried to squirm away, which only resulted in the prince's arm holding on tighter and Arthur laughing at his failed attempt for freedom.

"My thoughts exactly, so hold still." Merlin sighed, sounding world-weary and put upon, but relaxed comfortably against his prince.

"You're a prat." Arthur hummed and pulled the blanket that had fallen in the small struggle back over the two. His arm quickly slid back into place, but the brunette didn't seem to notice as he muttered about "royal prats getting the soft beds".

"And you're warm, now shut up." The blonde easily ignored his companions small (sleepy, his mind pointed out) mutterings and breathed in, catching the scent of sandalwood and mint that Merlin naturally smelled of. The prince pulled his manservant closer to him, basked in the heat Merlin radiated, and fell asleep to the brunette's gently breathing.

Just a silly little one-shot with the boys.

I recently found Merlin and I can't wait to read all of the amazing stories that people wrote about it!

As a side note: if you follow me on other fandoms, I'm sorry, I just haven't gotten around to writing much recently.

Please review.

Ja ne!