Morning After Meme

[memesss]

MORNING AFTER MEME



Last night was pretty wild, or maybe it wasn't. You have just woken up, but you are not alone. Perhaps it is a stranger lying next to you, perhaps it's someone you know. It might be your significant other, or a one night stand. The fact remains that you are in bed together, naked (or maybe not) and something happened.

HOW THIS WORKS; 

➊ comment with your character!
➋ reply to others with wild shenanigans.
➌ soap opera drama ensues.


[lovingly stolen from all over the place]

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MORNING AFTER THE FIRST TIME?

[redestined]

[Arthur expects a certain amount of things when he wakes up. He expects to be warm and tangled in his sheets. He expects the sun to be peeking out through his window as if teasing him. He expects to find a feather poking through his pillow and poking him in the face. He expects the smell of coffee made my Alvin hours or minutes previously to drift in through the door. What he doesn't expect is another body curled up against him. It's not that it doesn't happen, but out of all the days that he wakes up in bed, he's more often alone than not.

This particular body in his bed is only a surprise for a moment, and once he remembers exactly what happened he can't help but smile. Wrapping an arm around Merlin, he closes his eyes in order to attempt to drift back off to sleep.]

Y E P

[imbue]

[ And if Arthur's not exactly used to waking up with company, Merlin is even less so. The warm arm sliding around his bare waist pulls him into the realm of the conscious roughly, perhaps even mercilessly: he's awake in an instant, upright in the next, black hair swept and chaotic as though somehow trying to escape his head. ]

Arthur ...

[ Bleary eyes drift to the blonde body next to him. His expression melts from confusion into one of goofy, giddy happines, and he rubs the heel of his hand into an eye before settling back down next to him. His lips brush his shoulder, then his jaw, before finally coming into contact with his cheek; ]

G'morning.

[redestined]

[Arthur rolls over onto his back when Merlin shoots up, staring at him like he's just shouted fire for no reason at all, his eyes half-lidded from his half-asleep state, his hands up in deference. He rolls his eyes then when Merlin settles back down, moving to shift closer to the warm body beside him.]

Who were you expecting, the Arch Dutchess of Canterbury? Who, by the way, is eighty and spits on absolutely everything.

[The commentary isn't as sharp as it usually is due to his groggy state and he makes himself comfortable against the pillows and his wonderful mattress once again, his knees knocking against Merlin's.]

[imbue]

You're so funny.

[ Merlin slides an arm around Arthur's waist and settles into the crook of his neck, deciding that since he's been inside him a little cuddling won't be construed as too offensive. For the time being he just wants to enjoy what's left of the morning—his arse is going to be giving him hell later, he knows it, although he's secretly quite pleased with how much more intense his tightness made their lovemaking. ]

Quiet now. M'not awake.

[redestined]

Of course I am. [The smug attitude only lasts for a moment, though, not because he's disappointed but because he's happy far more than he is smug, at this moment anyway. No, right now, Merlin is right, and cuddling is the appropriate response. Arthur wraps his own arm around Merlin, shifting so that Merlin's knee's and his lined up rather than knocked together. He closes his eyes as he gets comfortable again, slipping easily back into his groggy state.]

Welcome to my life. Mm, the morning part of it at least.

[thatbitch]

Pleasure to be here.

[ Merlin smiles into Arthur's shoulder before deciding that nope, they're not close enough: he rolls on top of his boyfriend so that he's laying straddled on top of him, propped up on his forearms against that wonderfully warm chest. ]

Mm. Better. [ And he drops a kiss to his throat. ] D'you think Alvin will make us breakfast if we shout really nicely?

[redestined]

Not bloody likely. [it's a disappointed grumble that is followed by another from his stomach, reminding him that hey, sex and sleep makes for a hungry Arthur Pendragon. He doesn't want to get up, though, and he wraps his hands around Merlin's arms, sliding them up to his shoulders, then up his neck to cup Merlin's head.]

Maybe if I offer to lend him you...but I can't imagine you'd be any use to anyone but me.