Summary:Arthur forces Merlin to take a bath
Author's Notes:Rather similar to the other one, forgive me ;)
Merlin couldn’t believe he heard right. “Are you sure, sire?”
“Get into the damn water, Merlin. You stink!”
He didn’t think twice, scrambled out of his clothes and sank into the still warm bath. This was so much better than having to wash up in Gaius’ workshop with cold water after along day of riding.
Closing his eyes, he leaned back and enjoyed the smell of the essences he’d put into the tub himself and the feel of the warm water on his skin.
When he felt a soft cloth swiping across his chest, he blinked and then stared at the man who held the cloth.
“Sshhh, let me do that for you just this once.” Arthur whispered and Merlin leaned back again, his eyes sliding shut.
The cloth felt wonderful against his skin, drawn along his collarbone, down his arm and up again, soft enough to almost tickle.
When it was gone, Merlin felt hot lips on his shoulder and knew this could only be a very pleasant dream.