All he did was watch. The man's hazel gaze was trained and keenly focused on your stirring body beneath the sheets.

Merlin, sitting up within the dimly lit bedroom, breathes in deeply and let his lungs expand with the air of the early morning. He won't fully wake you. Even if it was 5 AM on a dreary Sunday. A day signifying pardon from his work life.

Straining his tired body, Merlin leans down on his elbows to kiss your temple while once more watching you stir and he smiles graciously.