"You don't understand and maybe you never will. You have every piece of me; you could break me into a million pieces and I would still love you the same way I did yesterday, the day before and nothing could ever change that...but maybe that's why they call it "falling in love" because I keep falling and you're never there to catch me."

"So, what prince do you fancy?" "Where are you getting these ridiculous accusations? I only fancy this prat, his name is Merlin." "Oh, really?" "Really." "I fancy you too, Arthur." Merlin laid his head against Arthur's chest, listening to the slow breathing, and feeling Arthur run his fingers through his hair. *This story was for fun only, I was bored and wanted to write something. Feel free to leave comments and suggestions!* ACK IF YOU DON'T LIKE SMUT, SKIP CHAPTER 12