In a book of Poetry, Found
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Title: In a book of poetry, found.
Rating: PG-13
Pairing/s: Merlin/Arthur
Character/s: Merlin, Arthur
Summary: Merlin’s walk of shame wasn’t all bad.
Warnings: none
Word Count: 100
Camelot Drabble Prompt: #372:bingo-round 1- first date
Author's Notes: Written for the bingo challenge. Kama Sutra is a well-known book of poetry and text as well as a sex manual.
Disclaimer: I do not own the BBC version of Merlin; It and Shine do. I am very respectfully borrowing them with no intent to profit. No money has changed hands. No copyright infringement is intended.
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Merlin’s brain was leaking out of his head. Crawling away from gorgeous, what-was-his-name-again sex-god, he could barely move, never mind sit down. His skin coated with dried… things, bitemarks everywhere. He grabbed his walk-of-shame outfit, and slunk out.
He couldn’t remember a thing, was too embarrassed to wake golden-boy and ask.
His head cracking, he shuffled into work, waited for derision.
“How did the date with prat-face go?” His friends, wankers all, crowded around.
Merlin mumbled something.
The gits snickered when the I-want-to-climb-you-like-a-tree-but-I've-forgotten-your-name-you-sexy-arse walked in, handed him the Kama Sutra. “We’ve not finished our poetry lesson. Up for round two?”
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Title: In a book of poetry, found.
Rating: PG-13
Pairing/s: Merlin/Arthur
Character/s: Merlin, Arthur
Summary: Merlin’s walk of shame wasn’t all bad.
Warnings: none
Word Count: 100
Camelot Drabble Prompt: #372:bingo-round 1- first date
Author's Notes: Written for the bingo challenge. Kama Sutra is a well-known book of poetry and text as well as a sex manual.
Disclaimer: I do not own the BBC version of Merlin; It and Shine do. I am very respectfully borrowing them with no intent to profit. No money has changed hands. No copyright infringement is intended.
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Merlin’s brain was leaking out of his head. Crawling away from gorgeous, what-was-his-name-again sex-god, he could barely move, never mind sit down. His skin coated with dried… things, bitemarks everywhere. He grabbed his walk-of-shame outfit, and slunk out.
He couldn’t remember a thing, was too embarrassed to wake golden-boy and ask.
His head cracking, he shuffled into work, waited for derision.
“How did the date with prat-face go?” His friends, wankers all, crowded around.
Merlin mumbled something.
The gits snickered when the I-want-to-climb-you-like-a-tree-but-I've-forgotten-your-name-you-sexy-arse walked in, handed him the Kama Sutra. “We’ve not finished our poetry lesson. Up for round two?”