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Dreamer
„Merlin!“
„Yes, Sire?“
„I dreamed last night.“
“Ah, something good?”
“Of you.”
“Oh, I’m sorry.”
“No, no, not at all. You finally were…”
Arthur remembered. How their lips touched and their tongues met. How Merlin breathed into his neck and made a shiver run down his spine. The soft skin of Merlin’s cheeks beneath his fingertips and the feeling of his naked chest against his own.
“…quite well doing with your job.”
“Sure you were dreaming? I’m the best servant you have.”
“That’s because you’re my only one.”
“Exactly.”
“Believe me, that was far away from reality, Merlin.”
“Well, such a shame.”
“Yes, such a shame. Indeed.”