Merlin's dark blue eyes seem to put Arthur into a trance; he can't look away from them. They seem to be pulling him closer, begging him to connect his lips to Merlin's.
This thought alarms Arthur. As much as he wants to kiss Merlin...he fears what would happen after that. What would happen if Merlin felt the same, and kissed him back? What if they fell in love? What if Uther found out....
The very thought sends a shiver of fright down Arthur's spine.
"Arthur..." Merlin murmurs, his eyes never leaving Arthur's face.
Hearing Merlin say Arthur's name like that makes a thrill of desire shoot through Arthur's heart. His eyes lower from Merlin's, hovering on Merlin's lips. They looked so soft...Arthur wondered what they'd feel like against his. Almost without his bidding, he leans down slowly, his eyes staying fixated on Merlin's lips. Just as their lips are mere centimeters away, Arthur hesitates. He couldn't deny this was what he wanted... he was just terribly scared of what would follow. But he never got to think much further than that, because Merlin raises his head slightly, closing the distance between them so their lips meet.
As soon as their lips meet, Arthur forgets every previous worry he'd had. He closes his eyes, warmth rushing to his cheeks. Gently, he slips the hand that had been cupping Merlin's cheek under Merlin's head, supporting it so he wouldn't have to lift it on his own.
A soft sigh of happiness escapes Merlin's lips. He couldn't believe it. He was kissing Arthur...the Prince of Camelot. And Arthur was kissing him back. He tries to memorize the feeling of Arthur's lips against his, marveling at how perfectly their mouths fit together; like two pieces of the same puzzle. He momentarily forgets his pain- the only thing that mattered was that he was kissing Arthur.
After a moment, Arthur pulls back slightly, his eyes remaining closed, his forehead resting against Merlin's. His heart pounds inside his chest...he can't believe what he'd just done. Before he can process things further, the sound of a twig snapping behind them makes them both flinch.
Arthur's head snaps up, his free hand flying towards his sword. No sooner has he done this, then a whirring sound cuts through the air as an arrow flies straight towards them out of the darkness, embedding itself in the tree behind Merlin's head.
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Only For You
FanfictionMerlin, from day one, has had to hide his magic. How could he be himself, if admitting to practising sorcery would get him killed? Arthur has always been fond of his manservant. But how could he truly come to terms with his feelings for him, if by d...
