Short fic: Filthy

Ehrm... I have no idea where this came from. Seriously. I guess it's my new hobby to try and push my own squick limits.

Title: Filthy.
Author: lady_drace
Series: Merlin (2008)
Rating: R.
Word count: 485
Characters/pairings: Merlin/Arthur
Summary: Arthur likes it when Merlin is... smelly.
Notes/Warnings: Weird-ish kink here. (At least for me). Body odor.
Beta: tli  fixed my grammar. Thanks, hun!
Disclaimer: I don't own anything at all and I certainly don't make any money from writing this.

( Under a cut, despite being so short it hardly needs it. )

Fanfic quote of the day

She swallowed, suddenly afraid. "I'm so sorry, sir. I just assumed you
needed the bonding fluid for your equipment -- I mean your tailoring
equipment!"

From Sticky Widget by Charlene Vickers.

O hai thar, Picard!

I had THE weirdest dream last night. Although, it was also kinda awesome.

I dreamt I was in some sort of... well... hospital or somewhere you recouperate from serious injuries. A nice and cozy place. To my delight, it turned out Garak was in the next room. He was using a cane when walking, so apparently, he was also hurt somehow. Naturally, the first thing I did was to doll myself up and try to seduce him. (My dream self seems to have no inhibitions what so ever. Thank god.) He was sitting on a couch in some sort of common room, and I plopped down next to him and made sexy-eyes at him. He gave me that annoying smile that clearly said he wasn't interested, but I wasn't about to give up. So I asked him rather deliberately whether my dress would be fashionable on Cardassia. He mentioned that the fashion currently dictated brown colors, but I argued that it would clash with my brown hair. I held out my braided hair to him and he indulged me, took hold of it and inspected it closely. Just when I was congratulating myself on my very excellent flirting skills *rolf* Garak suddenly turned into Picard, who was still holding my hair and smiling at me, when Mrs. Picard walked in.
Naturally she exploded in a jealous rage, making me run for my life.

So, dear mrs_picard  please accept my apologies for coming on to your husband. I swear I was after the sexy cardie...