Title: Dr.Candyman and Father Christmas Part 12/12
Character/s: Merlin, Arthur
Summary: Arthur had never been angry at fireworks before, except maybe for the ones that didn't go off or those that tipped over and went where they shouldn't. There is a first time for everything.
Word Count: ~430
Author's Notes: Apparently I lied before, and THIS is the final part of Dr. Candyman and Father Christmas. I wasn't expecting that myself, to be honest! This is awfully late to post, I know, I'm sorry.
Follow up to:
Dr.Candyman and Father Christmas Part 1
Arthur had never been angry at fireworks before, except maybe for the ones that didn't go off or those that tipped over and went where they shouldn't. There is a first time for everything.
They lay together, blissed out and partly dazed, partly shy after having made a wonderful mess of Arthur's bed. Their feet tangled together. Their clothes where scattered. The feathered hat lies on the floor, marveling at what it had just been a part of. Arthur's heart threatened to burst with fondness, watching Merlin's eyes close and give in to the tiredness he had been fighting all evening. Seconds later Merlin woke up with a jolt as the first firework of the night cracked and sent sparks of colour across the sky. Arthur's first instinct was to snuff them all out and put an end to his father's carefully planned show. Perhaps this was when his shoe-less enchanter would grab his things and run, pleased with his catch of the day. Maybe this was all the time they would share.
Merlin smiled softly, a bit self-conscious maybe for dozing off like that. He gave Arthur's arm a quick squeeze before he slid out of bed and padded over to the window. Bare feet and bare bummed, he smiled towards the lights with almost childlike glee. But Arthur didn't miss the brief glances thrown his way. Merlin was worried too. Guess he didn't know, Arthur reasoned, how much power he held over Arthur now.
Arthur was grateful for the high windowsills in the room. Not that anyone would know to look up here, but they wouldn't be able to see much if they did. He was grateful for the privacy as he went over to join Merlin, taking the duvet with him and wrapping himself and it around Merlin. He had wanted to show Merlin the fireworks, but for them to stand here now, watching from Arthur's bedroom window, was one option he hadn't dared to hope for. Unexpected, but welcomed. Merlin leaned back into the embrace, tiled his head towards Arthur and they shared a warm and gentle kiss. And so Arthur's heart settled as they watched the fireworks build their crescendo towards to grand finale.
“Magenta”, Merlin said suddenly.
Arthur blinked at the cascade of gold and white in the sky.
“I want in on the poll. Mrs Lövengreen-Smith's hat and feathers*. Magenta.”
Arthur huffed out a fond laugh. Sounded fair. One year from now. One year to get their bearings.
“Magenta. Duly noted. Bold choice.”
“Yeah, we'll see.”
(* ref, to part 9 )