Title: Accidentally horizontal
Pairing/s: (Pre?) Merlin/Arthur
Character/s: Merlin, Arthur
Summary: Merlin trips over Arthur after Arthur's had a night out with the guys.
Warnings: Drunk character
Word Count: ~430
Author's Notes: Yeeey, I actually wrote something! It may not be good, and it's posted too late, but at least it is progress?
Arthur is brutally woken up by a kick to his side and something heavy dropping onto his stomach.
It's a swearing, angry something. Almost as sweary as Arthur himself, who curls up around himself while the other swearing moves and suddenly some awful, blinding lights are turned on which makes Arthur groan some more.
“Arthur?! What the hell?!” The swearing says.
The swearing turns into Merlin. Merlin kicked him! This hurts even more. But he had done something to deserve it probably. Arthur was always doing stupid things and saying mean things he didn't really mean to say. Sweet, gorgeous Merlin, the light of Arthur's life and not a horrible knife sharp light like this cruel... Heyo! The cold flatness under Arthur's chin falls away and he's sitting, yes now he is sitting. How strange.
“Arthur, come on. What are you doing here? How did you get in?”
There's some movement again and a jiggling sound. Like keys. Arthur has keys. He pats his coat-pocket where they always lie. He's wearing his coat. That's why the sheep fur lining around the neck tickles his nose. Logic.
“You used my spare key to get in?”
“Your's is purple.”
“It is purple copy key. It's a spare key to be used in emergencies. Why's it on your key chain?”
“You kicked me.” Arthur tries to convey the deep hurt this action did to his soul.
“I tripped.” Merlin's voice is nice, Arthur thinks. “You were flat out on the floor, in the dark, right inside my front door. I tripped.”
“Waited for you. Floor is warm.”
Merlin's laugh is soft. Arthur leans towards it.
“What am I to do with you?” Merlin says fondly. “You knew I was working late. Gwaine's been sending me snaps all evening, including one where he placed you into a cab and told you to go home.”
“You're home.” Arthur explains.
“Yeah,” Merlin says a little breathless. Tired maybe. “I'm home now.”
Arthur slowly shook his head.
“No. You are home.”
Merlin goes silent for a while. Arthur too, or maybe he sleeps. Heated floors are lovely. No cold toes and it keeps you bum warm too if you sit on it.
“We can't sit here. Let's get some sleep and we'll talk more in the morning. Well, afternoon. Come now. Up you go, lazy daizy. ”
Moving is not so fun. Merlin helps him out of his shoes and coat.
“Sofa?” Arthur asks.