Christmas Surprise
Author: Loopstagirl
Title: Christmas Surprise
Rating: PG-13
Pairing/s: Merlin/Arthur
Character/s: Arthur, Merlin,
Summary: He was going to be on his own this Christmas. Or was he?
Warnings:
Word Count: 997
Prompt: Holidays
Author's Notes: I'm freeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!
Merlin watched the last of the kids file from the classroom, their excitement infectious even if he wasn’t feeling their festive cheer this year. He wasn’t sure if they could tell or not, he made sure he had a smile on his face even when young Mordred was being a brat as usual. Merlin was certainly going to be glad when that particular child left his class and just pitied whoever had him next year. Whoever knew a five year old could be such a demon?
Once he was sure they had all been picked up and had to face the many parents coming in to wish him a Happy Christmas and press a bottle of wine into his hand, Merlin headed for his own car. It was a run-down thing, but still made him smile. More because he could still vividly remember the look of disbelief on Arthur’s face when he had announced he finally had bought a car and then turned up in that.
To say his partner looked stunned was an understatement.
Merlin managed a fond chuckle as he slid into the driver’s seat, but that was as far as he got. Once again his thoughts were back on Arthur and how he had no idea whether the man was even going to be safe this Christmas. Arthur was on his third tour of duty and wasn’t expected back for a few months. They had talked about this when they had got together, what the strain of his job might do to their relationship. But when Merlin had just responded with maybe needing his skills to deal with his class of five year old’s, it was as if it was going to work.
Merlin couldn’t deny that he missed him terribly and wanted Arthur back in his arms, but he knew what the work meant to the man and knew that Arthur would never be happy doing the desk job that his father had tried to push on him for so many years. Arthur was happy, and that was all that Merlin could ask for.
Gwen and Lancelot had told him that he was coming for Christmas when they got wind that he was on his own. His mother was off visiting distant relatives and with Arthur gone, Merlin hadn’t exactly been in the mood to try and make other arrangements. He knew he would enjoy it when he was there – Gwen had a way of cheering people up even if they didn’t want to be – but he couldn’t say that he was looking forward to it. How could he when half of him was out wherever Arthur was?
Darkness had already fallen by the time Merlin came to a stop in front of the flat. At least they had this place to call their own, having managed to buy it before Arthur had had to leave. Memories of christening every room, of Arthur chasing him around with the paint brush in his hand made Merlin smile again as he quietly let himself in. The place was in darkness and for a moment, Merlin was tempted to leave it like that. The light would only illuminate the fact that the flat was empty.
But he was half expecting Gwaine to come around and knew precisely how his friend would react if he saw that Merlin was literally sitting there in the dark feeling sorry for himself. Sighing, he dumped his back, toed off his shoes and turned on the light.
Only to stare.
Blink.
Then stare again.
He must have left his sanity back in the classroom, Mordred finally managing to drive it from him.
“Aren’t you going to say anything?” A familiar voice sounded, warmth flooding every inch of Merlin’s body at the sound.
“How?” It was the only thing he could gasp out and he was stumbling forward even as he spoke. He felt like he was actually going to fall, his mind not wanting to register who was in front of him despite the fact his heart was already leaping for Arthur. He did fall, although that was because he tripped over a pair of stray shoes rather than swooning. What difference did it make, Arthur’s strong arms were there to catch him.
He was real. He was actually here, holding Merlin as if he had been here all along. His hands fisting in Arthur’s shirt, clinging on as if afraid he would disappear the second Merlin let go and his head buried itself in Arthur’s chest. There were a few moments of silence where Merlin just breathed in the scent of Arthur being there and Arthur’s arms wrapped around him tenderly.
“Are you crying?”
“Shut up, you prat. Just shut up…” Merlin reached up almost blindly until he could cradle the back of Arthur’s head and pull him down for a fierce kiss. He instantly groaned into it, Arthur’s grip changing as his arms slid down and his hands rested on Merlin’s arse.
“We came under fire and suffered casualties. They wanted us to recuperate before the next stage…” Arthur murmured in-between kisses but Merlin wasn’t listening. He onestly didn’t care how it was that Arthur had come to be here, he just knew that he wasn’t going to be letting him go for the entire time he was here. Breaking off the kiss, Merlin finally settled himself into the crook of Arthur’s neck and simply held the man he loved, listening to the steady beat of Arthur’s heart and finding that he was moving slightly with the rhythmic breathing coming from his love.
“Gwen’s going to kill you,” he eventually mumbled, not moving.
“Why?”
“She had a plan of action to smother me to death.”
“Well…” Merlin found his head tilted up and a loving kiss placed on his lips. “I have other ways to break you if you want?”
“Hell yes,” grabbing Arthur’s shirt, Merlin hauled him to the bedroom.
This was going to be a good Christmas.
Title: Christmas Surprise
Rating: PG-13
Pairing/s: Merlin/Arthur
Character/s: Arthur, Merlin,
Summary: He was going to be on his own this Christmas. Or was he?
Warnings:
Word Count: 997
Prompt: Holidays
Author's Notes: I'm freeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!
Merlin watched the last of the kids file from the classroom, their excitement infectious even if he wasn’t feeling their festive cheer this year. He wasn’t sure if they could tell or not, he made sure he had a smile on his face even when young Mordred was being a brat as usual. Merlin was certainly going to be glad when that particular child left his class and just pitied whoever had him next year. Whoever knew a five year old could be such a demon?
Once he was sure they had all been picked up and had to face the many parents coming in to wish him a Happy Christmas and press a bottle of wine into his hand, Merlin headed for his own car. It was a run-down thing, but still made him smile. More because he could still vividly remember the look of disbelief on Arthur’s face when he had announced he finally had bought a car and then turned up in that.
To say his partner looked stunned was an understatement.
Merlin managed a fond chuckle as he slid into the driver’s seat, but that was as far as he got. Once again his thoughts were back on Arthur and how he had no idea whether the man was even going to be safe this Christmas. Arthur was on his third tour of duty and wasn’t expected back for a few months. They had talked about this when they had got together, what the strain of his job might do to their relationship. But when Merlin had just responded with maybe needing his skills to deal with his class of five year old’s, it was as if it was going to work.
Merlin couldn’t deny that he missed him terribly and wanted Arthur back in his arms, but he knew what the work meant to the man and knew that Arthur would never be happy doing the desk job that his father had tried to push on him for so many years. Arthur was happy, and that was all that Merlin could ask for.
Gwen and Lancelot had told him that he was coming for Christmas when they got wind that he was on his own. His mother was off visiting distant relatives and with Arthur gone, Merlin hadn’t exactly been in the mood to try and make other arrangements. He knew he would enjoy it when he was there – Gwen had a way of cheering people up even if they didn’t want to be – but he couldn’t say that he was looking forward to it. How could he when half of him was out wherever Arthur was?
Darkness had already fallen by the time Merlin came to a stop in front of the flat. At least they had this place to call their own, having managed to buy it before Arthur had had to leave. Memories of christening every room, of Arthur chasing him around with the paint brush in his hand made Merlin smile again as he quietly let himself in. The place was in darkness and for a moment, Merlin was tempted to leave it like that. The light would only illuminate the fact that the flat was empty.
But he was half expecting Gwaine to come around and knew precisely how his friend would react if he saw that Merlin was literally sitting there in the dark feeling sorry for himself. Sighing, he dumped his back, toed off his shoes and turned on the light.
Only to stare.
Blink.
Then stare again.
He must have left his sanity back in the classroom, Mordred finally managing to drive it from him.
“Aren’t you going to say anything?” A familiar voice sounded, warmth flooding every inch of Merlin’s body at the sound.
“How?” It was the only thing he could gasp out and he was stumbling forward even as he spoke. He felt like he was actually going to fall, his mind not wanting to register who was in front of him despite the fact his heart was already leaping for Arthur. He did fall, although that was because he tripped over a pair of stray shoes rather than swooning. What difference did it make, Arthur’s strong arms were there to catch him.
He was real. He was actually here, holding Merlin as if he had been here all along. His hands fisting in Arthur’s shirt, clinging on as if afraid he would disappear the second Merlin let go and his head buried itself in Arthur’s chest. There were a few moments of silence where Merlin just breathed in the scent of Arthur being there and Arthur’s arms wrapped around him tenderly.
“Are you crying?”
“Shut up, you prat. Just shut up…” Merlin reached up almost blindly until he could cradle the back of Arthur’s head and pull him down for a fierce kiss. He instantly groaned into it, Arthur’s grip changing as his arms slid down and his hands rested on Merlin’s arse.
“We came under fire and suffered casualties. They wanted us to recuperate before the next stage…” Arthur murmured in-between kisses but Merlin wasn’t listening. He onestly didn’t care how it was that Arthur had come to be here, he just knew that he wasn’t going to be letting him go for the entire time he was here. Breaking off the kiss, Merlin finally settled himself into the crook of Arthur’s neck and simply held the man he loved, listening to the steady beat of Arthur’s heart and finding that he was moving slightly with the rhythmic breathing coming from his love.
“Gwen’s going to kill you,” he eventually mumbled, not moving.
“Why?”
“She had a plan of action to smother me to death.”
“Well…” Merlin found his head tilted up and a loving kiss placed on his lips. “I have other ways to break you if you want?”
“Hell yes,” grabbing Arthur’s shirt, Merlin hauled him to the bedroom.
This was going to be a good Christmas.