Title: With Every Fibre
Pairing/s: Merlin/Arthur, but it's pre-slash
Character/s: Merlin, Arthur
Summary: Merlin isn't being pathetic, no, he really isn't, no matter what Will or Gwen might say.
Warnings: fluffy and very rapidly written
Word Count: about 150 words
Prompt: 112- Sillage
Author's Note: Thanks to texasislandr for the beta!
They'd already teased him mercilessly about the Ken-doll lookalike who'd offered his sweater to Merlin when he got soaked in the thunderstorm. Merlin's protests that it was the decent thing to do had been ignored (well, Merlin had to say something, didn't he? Feeble as it might have been).
If Merlin had told them he was refusing to wash the sweater because of the musky, earthy scent that still clung to it, he would never hear the end of it. Never.
He'll wash it eventually, at the last possible minute before he returns it. "I'm always at this cafe for Saturday lunch," the blond had said, blue eyes crinkling at him, brightening the whole place despite the storm outside.
Until then, Merlin might as well wear it. At work and at school, in his flat too. He buried his face in it, inhaled deeply and smiled.