Only For You

Chapter 13

Merlin pulls back after a few moments, keeping his eyes closed and his forehead resting against Arthur's. His lips tingle, and already he misses the feeling and taste of Arthur's mouth against his. His happiness is short lived, however, when reality brings his elation crashing down.

"Arthur..." He mumbles softly. "What are we going to do?"

"What d'you mean?"

Merlin exhales heavily. "After this....what are we going to do? I probably won't even be allowed back in Camelot, and even if I am....we........we can't....." He can't bring himself to finish the sentence. Saying everything aloud only made their situation hit home even more.

Arthur purses his lips, saying nothing for a moment. One hand cups the side of Merlin's face, his thumb brushing across Merlin's cheekbone. "I don't know," he admits after a bit of silence. "We'll think of something...." Arthur's words don't sound convincing in the least, not even to himself.

Merlin finally opens his eyes, pulling back a bit to look at Arthur. As he gazes at the beautiful man in front of him, he's struck by how lucky he is. Never in a hundred years would he have thought that Arthur would ever feel the same way towards Merlin that Merlin felt towards him. But he did. The thought makes Merlin's heart skip a few beats. Though they'd never actually outwardly told eachother how they felt, there wasn't a need to. They both had a deep, profound understanding of eachother.

Arthur too opens his eyes, steadily meeting Merlin's blue eyed gaze. "I can convince my father to let you stay in Camelot." He murmurs. "I won't let him send you away, Merlin. I promise."

A slight smile tugs at the corners of Merlin's lips. "I believe you." He leans forward again, letting his forehead touch Arthur's once more. He was happy just being close to him. And the more Arthur touched him, the less Merlin felt the pain from his injuries.

Arthur's free hand runs through Merlin's dark hair, and he can't help but marvel at how soft it is, how perfectly it frames Merlin's features. How smooth his cheek was, how perfectly Merlin's lips fit against his. He feels a tug of desire in the pit of his stomach and has to surpress the urge to bring Merlin's lips smashing against his again.

"We'll keep it a secret," Merlin whispers, happy butterflies in his stomach. He never wanted Arthur to stop touching him.

"Our secret." Arthur nods in affirmation, his hand resting at the back of Merlin's neck.

A/N: Sorry this chapter is so short- I've been really busy! I'll try my best to update the next chapter very soon!!