Summary: Merlin gets what he wants
Word Count: 274
beta: Big thanks to issy5209!
Notes: *hangs head in shame* I'm so sorry that I didn't come up with something new. This was posted as part of tambear13's advent calendar a few days ago. I hope you won't get chased out of the castle for bending the rule here a bit. The universe once again punishes me with an ugly cold for having had so much fun over the weekend, my brain just can't come up with anything original. If it decides to throw something at me later, I'll post that, too. But I'm not holding my breath.
And I think it's okay for Tam if I all point you to merryxmastam which is the advent calendar and where she gets a new drabble each day until Christmas :) If you like to check it out, have fun!
“Ngggggh,“ Merlin grunted.
Fingers ran down his back with just enough pressure only to make their way up again, just two this time, right next to his spine, moving in little circles.
Merlin sighed in relief only to hold his breath again as the heel of a hand pressed into the muscles again.
“Does this still hurt?” The soft voice of the blond god barely reached his brain.
“Only right there, in that spot.”
The hand stopped and pressed harder, causing Merlin to clench his teeth.
“It’ll be alright soon, trust me.”
Merlin tried to relax and breathe evenly and after a while the soft fingers almost caressed his skin and his eyes fell shut. Damn, that bloke was good.
A soft pat on his back brought him back to reality. “That’s it, Mr. Emrys.”
Merlin scrambled up and reached for his t-shirt. “We’re done?”
“Yes. This was the last of your treatments.”
Making a face, Merlin pulled the t-shirt and his hoodie over his head. “Too bad.”
“Just try to…not fall off your skateboard again over the holidays.” The blond smiled. “We’re not in the office until the new year.”
“No chance of reaching you at all?” Merlin tried to be all casual as he wrapped his scarf around his neck.
The blond scribbled something on a card and held it out to Merlin. “Here, in case of emergency.”
Merlin smiled and said his good-bye as he left the physio’s office. As he walked to the bus stop, he looked at the card to memorize the number and his smile widened.
7:30, Christmas Market, Mistletoe corner.
Make sure you’re standing under it.