All Hail King Merlin

Merlin (A/N)

Most morning's I dread waking up. My sleep is always filled with dreams too high for me to ever reach. Dreams of me lying peacefully with the man I love, the king I love. I would dream of the way he breathed, his lips parted ever so gently and sucking in air. That shouldn't have occupied so much of my head. He was breathing, a stupidly normal thing and, yet it entranced me. I had spent so many hours watching him cautiously that the action was perfectly engraved in my memory. I loved the way he breathed. I just loved it. It was so simple. It came so naturally to him he did it without ever realizing, inhaling air and releasing deep slow breaths to quick shallow pants. I loved him the way he breathed; effortlessly.

I would dream of him holding me gently. Or of our hands softly intertwined. I dreamed of us roughhousing and patching up accidental scrapes. I dreamed of a life for us. A long winding road that only we knew. A home where we were safe. Where no prying eyes would hurt us, or try to tear us apart.

But that was never the world I woke up to.

I woke up in a world that thought my love was wrong. Dirty. I hated that. The world could hate me for all that I ever was and ever would be; but my love for him would always be pure, always.

So today, when my eyes fluttered open to the sun's rays heating my face gently and turned my body into soft royal sheets I thought I had died. My eyes took a few moments adjusting to the light and once I could see my brain stumbled in its tracks.

Arthur was sitting on the side of his bed, the bed that I was currently occupying. His hands were fidgeting in his lap, something he did in meetings when he was nervous. His eyes were trained on me and his cheeks were a beautiful flushed hue. He was gorgeous. A man of wonder.

"Good morning." He smiled gently down at me and reached his hand ever so slowly over to brush against the skin of my arm, lighting it on fire with his touch.

My mind was too busy for words. I was here. Where I had always wanted to be. And he was looking at me with such open affection, such love. I felt like this was some sort of afterlife where I could live the life I had yearned for, for so long.

"Is this a dream?" I asked uncertainly, the words coming out in a breathless whisper.

Then his lips cracked into the most beautiful grin and he laughed. "Merlin!" His laughter interrupted him. "Is this something you dream of often? Stealing my bed?"

"Every night." I quipped, giving him a shit-eating grin.

"Oi!" He near yelped and dove at me. Smothering my body with his as he attacked me with tickles.

I laughed as I tried to evade him but only ended up tangling our bodies further and giving him an easier chance to win. As my laughter increased in ferocity one of the pillows surrounding us burst, leaving us under a rainfall of feathers. Arthur paused for a moment, taking a second to analyze me. Then he shook his head with soft laughter. "That happen with all the guys you like?" He asked jokingly.

"There's only ever been you." It has slipped out before I could even think. My embarrassment colored my face and neck and I quickly tried to cover my mistake. "I-uh-"

But I was cut off before I could say a word.

He had placed his lips on mine, his hands holding my face and neck.

His lips were on mine.

And I swear I felt infinity. 

[A/N: Sorry for a longer wait than usual I was depressed ~ anyway kisses]