Title:
The One Where Arthur's Hands Are ColdAuthor:
anoyoPrompt:
merlinadvent Day Three: Too Cold to Do Anything
Character(s): Merlin/Arthur
Rating: R
Words: 2,305
Disclaimer: Not mine!
Spoilers: None.
Notes: Established relationship assumed here. Not beta'd, because Thursday is my aaaaah-running-around-holy-crap day and I barely finished this by 22:00 CST. Uhm. Yes. So, if it's a bit rough, I apologize. I meant for it to be short and quaint, but then it kept going and going and, well, this happened. I don't think Merlin has any more of an idea what Arthur's doing than
I do, which is somewhat reassuring, but also somewhat frightening, because he's the narrator, so why is Arthur calling the shots? (Because this is Merlin,
obviously.) Implied inappropriateness, but because I fail at porn, no real porn. Sorry.
( Merlin knows that there are a lot of aspects of manly knighthood that he'll probably never understand. )