With Merlin's surprisingly solid weight curled against his right, and Gwen's dark hair spread across his chest while she drew lazy lines on his stomach, Arthur could only think it was amazing they found time for this without resorting to making bloody schedules. Though he was going to have to get dressed in half an hour or so to get to that council meeting.

"Bloody hell, you have scheduled this!" Arthur suddenly realized. He wasn't sure if he should be impressed, offended, or flattered. He decided to go with confused and slightly angry at being kept out of the loop. It was his default response.

"We'd never all see each other otherwise, dear," Gwen replied, flipping her hair over and looking up at Arthur's face. She smiled at him, and his heart beat a little bit faster. He pulled his arm a little tighter around Merlin and let his other hand push back stray hair from Gwen's face.

"But still, you didn't think it was important enough to mention to me?" he protested, voice finally rousing Merlin, who snugged in tighter against Arthur and moved a hand down to play with Gwen's hair, too.

"You always come up with something "important" to do, 'n Gwen 'n I have to occupy ourselves." He cracked an eye and shared a smile with her. "Not that we mind, you understand," he said.

"It's just," Gwen picked up, trying not to pay too much attention on the hands in her hair. It really was quite distracting, in the best possible way. "Easier sometimes to kidnap you from everybody else than make you choose us."

"You're not very good at picking us over paperwork, Arthur," Merlin couldn't help pointing out.

Arthur sighed. They'd had variations of this conversation before. They would probably have them again. Assuming Gwen and Merlin didn't run off together. Oh, God. "You two aren't going to run off together, are you? I don't pick paperwork over you, I pick it over me! Spending time with you two seems selfish when there are things I should—could—be doing to help Camelot move more smoothly, and really, it's not like I have experience with this sort of thi—" Merlin finally cut him off with a firm kiss that morphed into something more involved on both their parts, until Merlin tugged gently on Gwen's hair and pulled her up Arthur's chest.

She watched them kiss for a moment before speaking. "Arthur, we are not leaving you for each other, it'd never work, you know that."

Merlin smiled and pulled back, looked over at Gwen and kissed her as well. "It's true," he massaged the back of her neck and narrowed his eyes at Arthur's blown-out blue ones. "I can't ever get her to scream at quite the same pitch you do when you two are going at it. And if I never heard that sound again," he flopped onto his back next to Arthur, hand on his heart. "My heart might shatter."

"It would be a pity," Arthur said. He noticed Gwen's faint blush out of the corner of his eye and smirked at Merlin. "Though, I have to say, I've never gotten her to actually black out with just my mouth and hands—that's a fairly impressive trick you've got there, Merlin. I would hate it so if you left me without ever seeing that ever again as well," Arthur smiled over at Gwen, who was now blushing full out, and shaking her head at the two of them.

"You're awful, both of you. I don't say a thing about the faces you two make, ever, and all you can do is pick on me," too exhausted to actually get out of the bed, Gwen rolled over, back to Arthur and Merlin.

The boys were left looking at each other, dumbfounded. Those were things they loved about Gwen, not things for her to be upset about. They recovered simultaneously, though in slightly different capacities.

"We love those things about you, Gwen!" Merlin declared, shocked she didn't realize.

"I do not make faces!" Arthur protested, outraged someone would think he'd do something so ridiculous. Really.

Merlin was out of bed and around to Gwen's side in a flash before Arthur was done thinking his thought. Gwen was glaring at him.

"I've not done this sort of thing before, but I'm pretty sure you're not supposed to mock my responses to what you do to me," she pointed out a bit of etiquette she was pretty sure was fairly standard no matter what kind of social situation you found yourself in, including a threesome with the Prince of Camelot and his manservant.

"Well, I wasn't mocking, for one. It was more jealousy, really. And it was directed at the royal prat. I was trying to remind him he was important to us." His ears, he knew, were totally red at this point, he could feel it spreading across his face, so he just kept on. "To you." He put a hand on her bare arm and squeezed, and her other hand shot out and held the back of his neck.

"You have nothing to be jealous of, Merlin. You are just as important to me," she pulled him close, whispered the last into his mouth. "Understand, Magic Man?" The kiss didn't really leave any room for debate or confusion on the matter, and really did reassure Merlin that yes, he mattered in a here and now kind of way, not just in an epic destiny kind of way. It was a fantastic feeling at led to him pouncing on a nearly dozing Arthur.

"You do so make faces, and many of them are ridiculous," Merlin announced, straddling Arthur's hips while Gwen kissed him fully awake.

"Many of them, though," she added as she sat up. "Are extremely hot."

"Extremely." Merlin agreed.

"Which is why we had to schedule in time for us to spontaneously have free time together to relax before your meeting," Merlin explained.

"We are greedy, greedy, little subjects, and we demand more of your time than the others so we can see that face you make when Merlin goes down on you and does that thing we don't talk about," Gwen continued.

Arthur grimaced at the mention of magic happening so close to him, with his permission, no less.

"See, that's one of the ridiculous faces," Merlin pointed out. "Does that mean you don't want me to do the thing?" he asked, all wide-eyed innocence that could be seen through a mile away. Arthur slapped his hip and Gwen chuckled, laid back down next to Arthur, curled next to his side. Still Merlin sat, enjoying their expectant expressions. Gwen rolled her eyes.

"He really will be late, you know," she warned, and Merlin acquiesced, sliding down between Arthur's legs.

He kept his eyes locked with Arthur's the whole time his throat and tongue were working overdrive, fingers of one hand skimming over the thin skin over Arthur's hipbone, fingers of the other inching their way up Gwen's thigh in small little circles. When Arthur broke eye contact to throw his head back, Merlin switched to watching Gwen watch him, something he never got tired of. He could feel Arthur was close, could see Gwen wanted to be, and reached a bit deeper within himself and Gwen, found just the right spot to press in her and on Arthur, let the tension build within himself for a moment longer than he thought he could stand it, and then let it all rush out of him, into them. They cried out together, and Merlin could feel it, powerless to shield himself from the magical backlash, not that, in this particular case, he would want to. It wasn't just the feeling of the orgasms, though they were there, too. It was what Merlin had been feeling at that moment: the love and passion, security and strength he got from these two, happiness and insanity, all rolled into one big wave of feeling that he'd thrown at them at just the right time. It was exhausting, and left the three of them limp, with ridiculous smiles on their faces.

Arthur dredged up the strength to haul Merlin up to lay between him and Gwen. They curled around him protectively; he never said using magic so openly made him nervous, but they knew. So Arthur made a point of draping himself over Merlin, putting a physical barrier between him and the rest of the world, and Gwen made a point of offering the warm comfort she would always supply, no matter what he'd made happen. He was theirs, they always ended up saying in response to his magical declaration of them being his.

Merlin knew they couldn't lay like this forever, Arthur really did have that meeting for…whatever it was for, to get dressed for. He'd say something in a minute. But it felt good right now, with just him and Gwen and Arthur, and he wasn't particularly inclined to break that up just yet. Camelot could wait.