Supermerwholock One Shots

Merlin X Reader - Beds

You had kept your head down just fine as a maid of Camelot. Staying out of trouble. Not using your magic. That sort of thing.
Until the day that you were caught. Until the day when you were told to take fresh bedding up for King Arthur.
You took it up and needed to make it quickly, before the king returned to his room. 'Go on, (y/n),' you thought to yourself. 'No one's here. You can use your magic to quickly make the bed.'
And, foolishly, you did. But you were caught. Caught using magic to make the king's bed. Caught by the king's manservant, Merlin Ambrosius.
He had just strolled right in, as you started to cast the spell. But he didn't shout for the guards. He didn't even raise his voice. "(Y/n)!" he whispered. "What are you doing?"
You looked up, shocked, and lost your concentration. "Merlin!" you whispered, overwhelmed. "I... It's not what it looks like, I swear," you stuttered, trying to explain.
Before you could get any further, Arthur walked in. "Ah, so you're the one that they sent the bedding with," he sighed when he saw you.
You hurried to grab the bedding and put it on the bed, but by now you were flustered, and ended up getting caught in it.
Someone started pulling you out of the bedding. "Here," Merlin whispered as your cheeks burnt even redder. "Let me help you, (y/n)." Eventually, the two of you managed to twist and pull the sheets onto the bed.
"Thank you, Merlin," you whispered, once you had finished. Then, he helped you take the dirty bedding to be washed. As the two of you walked down a deserted corridor, you asked him the question. "Why did you help me? The king was right there. I could have been tried by supper. Why help me?"
You hadn't expected his two-reasoned answer. "First off, because I have exactly the same... thing... as you," he explained to you, as you walked.
He grabbed your wrist and stopped, forcing you to also stop. He turned you to face him. He leant over the laundry in your arms and pressed his lips against yours. Taken aback, you let him kiss you, the dirty bedding falling out of your arms.
"And second, I love you, (y/n)," he added. You let him pause to catch his breath - momentarily - then kissed him right back.