Accident?

Oh Merlin...

"Merlin, could you stop being an idiot for a moment?" Arthur was so tired of this. Though, it was cute to see Merlin chase a ball of yarn... wait! Not cute! Sad? Yes... sad and... worrying. What if he never got his manservant back? It would be difficult to train another!

Merlin laid on Arthur's lap and purred. He had stopped doing things like this on instinct after the first day, but he liked being close to Arthur and Arthur didn't seem to mind too much, so why not?

Gwaine held a string with a small object tied to the end in front of Merlin's face. Merlin lazily hit it, not realizing that they were going to remind him of this later, and not for a good reason.

He snuggled up to Arthur. Arthur tried not to think about how he liked the way he felt against him... or how cute he looked.. or how much he wanted to wrap his arms around him...

Okay he had to stop! Merlin was a guy and Arthur was the prince! And he liked girls!

He was brought out of his thoughts by Merlin jumping, then trying to hide in Arthur's chest. Gwaine had apparently stopped playing with the string and decided to scare Merlin.

Elyan was just sitting in a chair, not really caring about what they were doing, and Lancealot was just having fun watching them.

Gwaine laughed, but Arthur was uncomfortable. He wanted to wrap his arms around Merlin, but should he? Would they find it weird? He put one arm around him anyways.

"It's right, Merlin." Merlin came to his senses at that moment. What was he doing? He backed away from Arthur, and pounced on his bed. He did this trying to hide the ever growing blush on his face. But ooh... his bed was soft.. he curled up in s ball.

Arthur came over and started petting his ears. Merlin purred. Ooohhhb so gooood. Wait, what was he doing?? He was letting Arthur pet him! And he was PURRING! It scared him that over the past few days he wasn't noticing these things as much, just enjoying Arthur's presence.

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Alright Arthur had to admit it to himself, he was kinda turned on by Merlin's appearance. What the hell was wrong with him? He groaned.

It was early morning, maybe five or so, and he still couldn't stop thinking about Merlin. Oh Merlin... why did he have to do this? It made things do damn complicated.

Merlin laying on his chest wasn't helping anything. How long had Merlin been there? Why didn't he care? Instead of moving Merlin, or doing anything that would have made more sense, he pulled him closer.

Merlin wasn't exactly asleep, he was enjoying the feel of Arthur. He just accepted it, he found Arthur attractive, and it might've been more than that.

Merlin snuggled closer to Arthur, neither complained. This was nice... why not stay like that forever? Merlin never wanted to go on a bloody hunting trip again in his life, not that he ever liked them in the first place. Right now he would just enjoy what was happening and worry about other stuff later.