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Merlin: A Fictional Narrative

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Merlin was warm, curled up like a little mouse and wrapped in the duvet that covered the bed. The sun was just starting to appear in the sky and a single ray managed to find the crack between the shade and the window frame to fill the room with a gentle glow.

Merlin twitched his nose, then twitched it again. Struggling to unleash his hand from where it was tangled up in the covers, he scrubbed his bridge of nose and took a deep breath. Something was different. Something smelled different. Burying his face in the pillow, Merlin took another deep breath, and then his eyes flew open in momentary surprise.

This isn't my bed, was the first thought that popped into his head. Merlin went to sit up when several muscles in his thighs and backside …show more content…

"This is amazing, Merls. I knew you were the right person for the job. Gwen and Morgana are going to love it!"

Merlin grinned at his friend and then bowed deeply. "Thank you; thank you," he said with a chuckle. "Whatever you've been up to in the kitchen smells incredible," he added.

"Thanks. This started out as a simple get-together; nothing fancy; but you know me. I love to cook so I've pulled out all the stops. I hope everyone likes it," added Gwaine as he stepped further into the sitting room and began truly looking at everything Merlin had accomplished.

"Oh, I almost forgot," Gwaine said suddenly. "There's a bag over in that corner, Merlin. It's got a wreath for the door and something special as well."

Merlin picked up the bag and pulled out a beautiful fir wreath festooned with bright silver bells and a bow. Also in the bottom of the bag were two bunches of green … something. Reaching in, Merlin pulled out one bunch of what looked to be ivy.

Gwaine was grinning at him and said, "It wouldn't be Christmas without mistletoe, would it? Hand it here, I'll hang it up. You can put the wreath on the …show more content…

Only, by the time the flat was in some semblance of order, there was a tension in the room that couldn't be ignored. What started out as light-hearted pecks had been developing into something deeper and more meaningful, and Merlin was feeling both anxious and excited.

Merlin had thought that he and Gwaine had been traveling along this road for a while, but not wanting to ruin the friendship he had with the dark-haired rogue, he'd never spoken up. But now, right at this moment, Merlin was beginning to hope that Gwaine felt the same way he did.

Merlin was following Gwaine from the now-spotless kitchen when the gorgeous man stopped under the mistletoe and turned to face him. The two gazed at each other, and Merlin could see that there was now a sparkle in the depths of Gwaine's dark brown eyes that hadn't been there previously.

Gwaine swallowed, leaned in and gently placed his hands on Merlin's cheeks, softly running his thumbs across sharp cheekbones. "Merlin, please say you want this," he breathed as he brought his lips close to Merlin's and then

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