Rating: R (probably playing on the safe side there.)
Summary: He couldn't come out of the shower looking like that.
Word Count: 142
Prompt:Photo Prompt: hunk du jour
Author's Notes: This is really last minute and quickly done (damn being back at uni)
Merlin froze, fully aware that his mouth was hanging open and that the towel around his waist was slipping. How was he supposed to be capable of actual thought when that was the image presented to him?
Arthur Pendragon, slowly standing up as water ran from his hair and down his chest. Merlin gulped, stepping forward as Arthur shook his head almost in slow motion out of his eyes, flicks of water flying through the air. The movement drew Arthur’s attention to him and he opened his mouth as if to ask Merlin what he thought he was doing.
Merlin rested one finger on his lips, silencing the blond whilst the other hand pushed on his chest. It wasn’t time for Arthur to get out of the shower yet, not when Merlin had a feeling he was about to need another one.