Summary: Merlin is really clumsy. Arthur wants to make it all better
Word Count: 222
Amnesty Post Prompt: Prompt 10, Tangled
Author's Notes: None
Disclaimer: I do not own the BBC version of Merlin; They and Shine do. I am very respectfully borrowing them with no intent to profit. No money has changed hands. No copyright infringement is intended.
Another crash and Arthur looked up to see Merlin tangled in the sheets again. How the idiot could trip and fall while gathering up laundry was beyond him and yet it was a good look, him all flushed and surprised, lying on Arthur's bed.
A mouth red from biting his lip, that dark hair a mess from Merlin constantly playing with it, his gangly, tempting body splayed across the red coverlet, writhing, that pert bottom thrust up and down and up again as he struggled to collect the clothes he'd scattered. A good look indeed.
There was a quiet mumble of sorry and it won't happen again - Arthur almost snorted at that one. Of course it would happen again. On Merlin's better days, he tripped at least a half dozen times and when he was rushed or frowning or distracted, there were more tumbles than walking. It was a wonder that Merlin wasn't covered in bruises.
As his prince, he knew that he should take better care of his manservant. Yes, Merlin walking was a bad idea right now what with his falling on the bed, and still tangled in bed-sheets and laundry. Perhaps Arthur should help him realize that.
Perhaps he should make sure he didn't move from that bed any time soon.
And kissing bruises helped them heal, didn't they?