300-word Merlin ficlet: "Strangers", Merlin/Arthur, PG-13

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Title Strangers
Fandom: Merlin
Rating/Warnings: PG-13, future/reincarnation!fic / second person pov
Pairing: Merlin/Arthur
Disclaimer: Not mine, unfortunately.



You’re a maths and sciences sort of bloke. You’ve never been praised for your imagination, not even as a child. You don’t make up stories or imagine things about total strangers who sit opposite you on the tube. You want only facts, like the color of his eyes (blue), his hair color (nearly black.) You observe his build (thin), his skin (pale), and any outstanding features (those cheekbones.) You can tell his age (young, perhaps your age or a bit younger) and educationally guess that black is the only color in his wardrobe.

You’ve gathered those facts within three glances. It’s the fourth glance when you start to observe things you can’t know, like the way his smile lights up his whole face, or how his arms flail uselessly in the air after he’s tripped over something mundane. You dismiss the thoughts quickly, because you haven’t even seen the man’s lips move, never mind smile, but that gets you thinking about his lips and the tongue that rests behind them.

You know exactly how his mouth falls open when he loses himself to sensation, how far back he cranes his neck when it’s too much; how his fingers dig into the spaces between your ribs, how his leg rests across your hip when you’re tired. You know the sounds he makes, every last one of them, and how he sighs happily just before he lays his head on your chest. You know he prefers to lie back against soft pillows, surrounded by lush blankets and furs, and that he prefers slow, long thrusts and hot, sloppy kisses. You know his name – Merlin – and it’s caught in a lump in your throat as you stare across the space between you.

What you don’t know is why he hasn’t looked up yet.

Comments

[shinodabear.livejournal.com]

Thank you so much! Your praise means a lot to me. I'm so glad you liked this piece.

[http://users.livejournal.com/_beetle_/]

Holy cow!

I wanna see this--I'm assuming it's a series--based just on this. But only if you write the series. And direct it. And do the craft services.

You know exactly how his mouth falls open when he loses himself to sensation, how far back he cranes his neck when it’s too much; how his fingers dig into the spaces between your ribs, how his leg rests across your hip when you’re tired. You know the sounds he makes, every last one of them, and how he sighs happily just before he lays his head on your chest. You know he prefers to lie back against soft pillows, surrounded by lush blankets and furs, and that he prefers slow, long thrusts and hot, sloppy kisses. You know his name – Merlin – and it’s caught in a lump in your throat as you stare across the space between you.

What you don’t know is why he hasn’t looked up yet.

Jeebus :)

[shinodabear.livejournal.com]

*g* Thank you so much for such a wonderful comment! I'd been dying to try my hand at reincarnation!fic for ages and this just came through. Perhaps I may write a sequel or two, make it a series. Who knows! Thank you again! :)