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The expression on Arthur’s face was priceless. “Come here, you-arrogant-!” he attacked him and grabbed him from his head, Merlin gave a cry of laughter and fought hard, but Arthur managed to pin him down to the bed and started to tickle him mercilessly.

Merlin cried out loud, half-laughing, half-begging, “Stop- stop it! Arthur I mean it!”

“What are you going to do to me, warlock?” The clear blue eyes grinned, taunting him like the first time they ever met, “Are you going to magick me down?”

“I could!” cried Merlin, still laughing.

“You won’t,” smiled Arthur, looking down to him, his eyes were shining with emotion, “You love me,” Merlin froze. “Don’t you?” demanded Arthur.

“I’m not saying that.”

“No lies. No secrets.”

“I cannot tell you that.”

“You can,” whispered Arthur, “You can tell me anything, Merlin. And do anything if you must.”

“You-you—” stammered Merlin, but before he could babble anything, Arthur was on top of him, kissing him.

The door opened with a flash and the girls bursted in, “Oh god!“

“Sweet- god- !”

“Er- we thought you were killing each other- very sorry!” squeaked one of them and the door was slammed.

Neither of them ever noticed it. They were kissing like there was no tomorrow or doing a very good pretending of that.