Решила перечитать свой любимый МерМорный фанфик, точнее серию драбблов. У меня много любимых частей там, но эта, такая летняя, красивая, так хочется увидеть их вдвоем вот так.
Morgana lay on her back and looked at the deep blue of the sky above her; a few white clouds scattered here and there.
She closed her eyes for a moment, enjoying the warmth of the summer's day; the soporific affect of good food and wine, and the feeling of satisfaction that came from coupling with someone you truly loved. She rolled her head to the side and smiled at Merlin sleeping beside her. His illness was a full month behind them but he was still recovering. He was naked; the sun gently caressing his year-old scars. They were no longer livid but she could still see the slicing wounds from the swords and the circular patch of tissue from the bolt.
"Wake up," she whispered, "you're snoring."
He smiled but didn't open his eyes.
"I do not snore."
"And how would you know?"
"Powerful warlocks don't snore."
читать дальшеShe sighed. "I'm afraid your logic is unassailable, Mr Powerful Warlock. You're right, you don't snore. But you do fall asleep straight after we make love, which is very annoying."
He laughed at that and his lashes opened slightly to reveal eyes the colour of the summer sky.
"Maybe I do, but then so do you."
"I do not."
He nodded assuredly and then closed his eyes again.
"And how would you know? You're already asleep."
"I know everything," he said definitely.
"Well, Mr Powerful Warlock, if you do know everything then you must know what I need to tell you."
"Of course, but I'll let you say it just to make you feel better."
"When you were ill, I found out that Arthur knows about my magic."
His eyes flew open at that and he sat up suddenly.
"He what? Are you alright?"
"Of course I'm alright, Merlin. Would I be here on a relaxed picnic with you by this idyllic little stream if I wasn't alright?"
"But how...?"
"When I cured you the first time, he didn't understand what happened so he read the book and found out how the stone worked. He's known for a year."
"But he didn't say anything... not to you, not to me."
"He said he was waiting till I was ready to tell him. It's strange: he wasn't angry or... torn... about it at all."
She looked at the expression on her lover's face.
"It's fine, Merlin, I didn't tell him about you. That's for you to do and I think you should... and soon."
"No, I can't," he said definitely.
She gave him a look of affectionate disapproval.
"Morgana, I'm Arthur's advisor. Our relationship is based on trust. If I tell him now..."
"So you'd prefer to wait until another year or two goes by and he'll be even angrier about it?"
"No, of course not. I just... I just need some time to think about it."
"Then think quickly. This is your chance. We nearly lost you again and he's likely to be less mad when he's still feeling relief that you're even alive."
Merlin nodded; a haunted insular look on his face.
"Now, I want to talk about more important things," said Morgana, determinedly.
"Like what?"
"I want you to tell me exactly when and how and why you knew you loved me. From the beginning. In detail. Now."
"Morgana," he protested.
"Or we can go and talk to Arthur..."
"It might be preferable."
"Merlin!" She picked up on of their empty goblets and threw it at him. He responded by rolling over on top of her and kissing her.
"Don't try to distract me," she said with a smile.
"Fine," he replied, resigned, "from the moment I first saw you, I thought you were the most beautiful woman I'd seen. But I was so busy saving Arthur's life every second day that I didn't really get a lot of time for thinking about that sort of thing. And then there was that incident with the Druid boy and...."
Morgana lay on her back and looked at the man she loved framed by the deep blue of the sky above her; a few white clouds scattered here and there.Так красиво