200-word Merlin ficlet: "Moment" Arthur/Merlin, PG

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Title Moment
Fandom: Merlin
Rating/Warnings: PG
Pairing: Merlin/Arthur (established, maybe)
Disclaimer: These special boys belong to the BBC and other people who are not me.


A slim, pale hand cuts through a sunbeam. Dust swirls around its bony wrist, the movement creating to the illusion of golden light wrapping around the arm and flowing downward, spreading across a naked chest, slipping under the sheets, curving around a smooth neck.

Arthur should grunt and roll over, pull the covers far over his head and drop back into a fitful sleep until afternoon, but he is arrested by the sight. Peering through his eyelashes, lids still heavy from dreams, he mutters something appreciative. The hand quickly drops to the bed and the light vanishes. Arthur focuses now on the plump lips stumbling over multiple attempts to form words. The pink tip of a tongue curls around teeth as it trips over syllables.

The lazy moment between waking and rising should last forever, but it is slipping.

Arthur gathers a fistful of the sheets in his hand and pulls the covers over his head, trapping them, trapping the moment, in a cocoon of warmth and shadowed light. The awkwardness fades from Merlin’s body as he grins, and Arthur reaches for him.

The morning may last as long as the Prince wishes; within these walls, all belongs to him.