500 Days of Freya (Merlin)

Evening

Chapter 7

Warning/s: None.

Disclaimer: I don't own Merlin.

A/N: I was transferring documents from my old computer onto my new laptop and found this short piece of fluff, so I figured I might as well upload it now whilst I'm working on the next chapter. ^^

Freya stood at the window. With one hand she toyed with a silver locket absently; it hung down low, to her stomach, and had emeralds studded around the edge. Merlin's wedding gift to her.

With a sudden viper-like quickness a hand closed over hers, immobilising any movement she had once had. Another hand - presumably belonging to the same person - stifled the scream before it came out, and pushed her head against his chest. A soft kiss was planted on her hair and Merlin murmured, "Hello, beautiful."

Freya relaxed instantly, sure in the knowledge that her captor was none other than her husband.

"Good evening," Freya replied softly, as soon as he lifted his hand. Merlin's eyes widened; was it evening already?

"Didn't know I'd been so long," Merlin whispered, "sorry."

"It's fine," Freya muttered, closing her eyes and collapsing against the security of her husband's arms.

"You okay?" Merlin asked quietly, using his free hand to stroke her hair gently. The hand clasping hers moved to circle her waist, rocking her gently.

"I'm great," Freya sighed. "You?"

"Brilliant," Merlin beamed. "But I'd be even better if..." Merlin let the sentence tail off. When Freya spun round to look at him questioningly, he grabbed her bridal style and pivoted round quickly, over and over, ignoring her delighted shrieks of protest. When he finally set her down, she had two blotches of pink colouring her cheeks and there was a certain care-freeness to her eyes. Her hair was windswept, and somewhere along the way it had lost the tight braid it had been plaited into. Now her locks were curling slightly, free and wild. She was still laughing and squealed when Merlin picked her up again, this time opting to grab her around the waist and run towards the bed.

"No!" Freya yelled when they got within a few feet of the bed, and Merlin shifted her within his arms and took up a more balanced stance. "No! No, don't throw me! Merlin!"

Merlin ignored her and swung her backwards and forwards a couple of times, getting used to the weight and the distance. "One...two...THREE!" he yelled, and released his wife. She landed on the bed with a muffled thump and soft laughter, dampened by the sheets, echoed back to Merlin.

Grinning, he followed her and took a running leap onto the bed. Chuckling, he slid down until he was on her level and kissed her cheek softly. She twisted her head to look at him, eyes full of sparkle and mouth curved into a laughing smile.

"I hate you!" she said with a mock anger, not really meaning the insult and hitting him lightly.

"Of course you do," he told her lightly, lifting one hand to stroke her hair back off her face.

Freya smiled sleepily. "I've missed you so much."

Merlin laughed. "I've only been gone for a few hours."

"I still missed you," Freya yawned.

Merlin frowned at his wife, kissing her forehead. "Why are you so tired?"

"Don't know," Freya murmured, shutting her eyes. "Just want to sleep."

"Okay," Merlin said softly, easing himself onto the bed, next to Freya. He wrapped his arms around her waist, humming quietly until he felt his wife drift off into a peaceful sleep, warm and secure in his arms.

A/N: Hope you enjoyed :D