Wrap Your Arms Around Me (merdred)

14. Young Love

    MERLIN WOKE UP IN MORDRED'S ARMS the next morning. The sunlight was beaming out the windowsill and he stretched his arms out wide, yawning. He looked over, noticing the other man was still asleep and a smile made its way onto his face.

Last night was the best night of his life. He didn't realize he could be that happy until he was kissing Mordred and falling asleep in his arms. If someone had told him three weeks ago that he'd be waking up in Mordred's bed with the biggest grin on his face, he'd tell them they were crazy.

Merlin yawned again and then moved over so he could lay on top of Mordred. He decided to wake him up by pressing little kisses along his neck. He heard a soft, groggy groan and a yawn just like his.

"Mmmph, good morning," Mordred mumbled and took the other man's chin. He pressed their lips together and they shared a short, sweet kiss. "Did you sleep well?"

Merlin nodded, pressing his face into Mordred's chest. The knight's fingers went up to play with it, almost causing Merlin to fall back asleep again. But what kept him awake was a question he'd been pondering the whole time they were kissing. It had been bothering him since last night but he didn't want to ruin anything by asking it. Now was his chance.

"Why'd you kiss Kara?" He mumbled in a tone that wasn't sad nor happy. He was just confused. He didn't want to bring it up last night because he was too happy. But he needed to know, and it was now or never.

He felt Mordred tense up and his fingers stopped stroking his hair. "You saw that?" He almost stuttered.

"Of course I saw it."

Mordred sighed painfully. "I'm sorry. You weren't supposed to see. But I didn't kiss her, she kissed me. And I assume you left too quickly to see me pull away. I don't feel that way about her."

Merlin picked up his head so his chin was resting on Mordred's chest now. "Are you sure?"

Mordred laughed loudly and he felt it in his chest. "Yes, I only like guys, Merls. But she won't take a hint." Merlin raised his head up with a shocked expression and the knight shot him a look. "You didn't know? I've been hitting on you this entire time. Think I didn't notice your cute little arse when the Saxons captured you? I couldn't keep my eyes off you. And, not to mention, I freeze up every time Gwaine takes his shirt off for practice."

Merlin felt a pang in his heart at that last part but he brushed it off. 'Well, I guess it didn't occur to me."

Mordred rolled his eyes with a grin and closed his mouth over Merlin's. He kissed back, melting into it once again as the knight bit his lip and slipped his tongue into his mouth. He moaned softly and allowed Mordred to run his hands up his shirt to explore, not that he hadn't felt any of that before. Just as he was about to connect his lips to his neck for the second time, the warlock pulled away.

"I have to go wake up the king. You should get ready for practice anyway," he smiled at the expression he had left on the knight as he walked to the door. He looked slightly annoyed, which Merlin liked.

"You're such a cock blocker, Meeerlin!" Mordred groaned loudly just as he opened the door. One of the maids awkwardly coughed and walked away. His already red cheeks turned a brighter colour.

"Shut up," he grumbled at Mordred and shot him a look to which the knight just smirked.

He snuck out of the room, closing the door behind him and headed down to the kitchens to get the prat's meal. Once he had it in his hands, forgetting to knock, he pushed the door open. He screamed when he saw a half-naked Gwen getting up from the bed. He quickly shoved a hand over his eyes.