Wrap Your Arms Around Me (merdred)

12. There's Something About That Girl Kara

    KARA LOOKED AT THE MAN next to her in bed. He always did insist on her sleeping in his bed, but this time she demanded he'd sleep on it too. Mordred didn't think of her in the same way she did. It was nothing but a friend sharing the bed with another friend. But to her, it was something more than that.

It's all because of that stupid servant. All Mordred ever did was talk about him. Kara didn't know if the other man felt the same but she guessed he did because of his hate for her. That servant needed to be stopped, not only because he was stealing her love but he knew what she was up to. His eyes were on her that day she bought the dagger. And he had stopped her when she tried to attack the guard who'd found them breaking Ysmay out. She had to do something, but first, she had to wait to see what that foolish boy would do next.

Kara peeked her eyes open to see it was not yet time to rise for the day. Maybe the knights and other nobles, but for a simple, poor guest of the castle, she could awaken whenever, as she had nothing to do. She liked the luxury of not having work to dread upon every morning she woke up.

The druid girl looked across the bed to see that Mordred was still there sleeping, farthest away from Kara as he could be. She scowled and went to poke him to wake up but there was a sound at the door. A moment later it opened and a certain pale, lanky warlock walked through. She closed her eyes immediately and pretended to be in a slumber.

"Mordred," he whispered and shook the knight's shoulder gently, she could feel the vibrations. Mordred stirred for a minute, making an incoherent sound before falling back to sleep. "Mordred," he tried again but this time the bed shook harder.

"Huh?" Mordred yawned. "Merlin? What are you doing here?"

She felt the knight get out of bed and quiet footsteps.

"Arthur wants you on the training grounds right away. You're late for practice," the warlock told him. She heard Mordred gasp and a minute later there was some rustling. Kara slowly opened his eyes a crack to see they had moved closer to where his chainmail was on the table. "Here, let me help you," Merlin said and slipped him into his armour. He placed the breastplate on and then grabbed his sword and handed it to him.

Mordred grabbed it by its hilt and slid it into a loop on his side. "Thank you, Merlin," he whispered and placed one of his hands on the warlock's hip, the other on his neck. She watched intently as his thumb began to run circles on his hip under his tunic.

The man blushed and crept closer. He placed his chin on the knight's shoulder and pressed his nose into his neck but kept his eyes looking at the knight. "Hi," he whispered gently.

How dare he?! That should be me with Mordred, not him!

Merlin looked back at Kara like he'd felt her watching them. She quickly closed her eyes and when she felt him look away, she opened them again, just in time to see Merlin quickly pulling away from Mordred.

Timid, are we? She wanted to laugh.

"You should get going to training," Merlin smiled and began to walk to the door. "Or else Arthur will have my head."

Mordred grinned and gave him a nod. They walked out the door together and disappeared.

Kara smiled to herself as she drew from bed, stretching her arms over her head. She had an idea, a brilliant idea.

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Arthur was once again being a prat to the knights. He was angry that day at practice and was taking it out on Mordred because he'd been late. He was practically attacking him, which was completely unfair, seeing as Mordred only just started learning how to properly use a sword.