"Merlin, despite what we've been doing all night, shouldnt we be frozen half to death by now? Is there something you want to tell me?" Arthur waggled his eyebrows suggestively

Merlin sat up, wrapped a fur blanket around himself and took a deep breath. His eyes glowed gold and he gave Arthur an answer of sorts. In the corner of the room, a small fire sprang to life, untouched by human hands.

"Right," Arthur said gruffly. "Well, that was'nt exactly what I was expecting. I thought you might say that the force of your love for me was keeping us warm, but finally admitting to the magic thing is good too."

Merlin turned slowly, a small smile spreading accross his face. "Prat!" he said, diving back onto the bed.

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