Prompt: forehead kisses but it's the male being kissed on the forehead For Mergana
To the person who requested this, I am so sorry. I forgot about it. That is my only excuse.... It's not exactly what you asked for, but it has Mergana and forehead kisses.
“Morgana, help! The monster is going to eat me!”
The woman in question heard her husband voice and already knowing what was going, she briefly contemplated if she should abandon the task at hand and rush to his rescue.
In all honesty, that did seem rather interesting than making dinner.
“HELP!” Merlin screamed again and that sealed it for Morgana. She set the knife aside and washed her hands under the sink before heading to the living room where her husband and daughter were playing.
Their three-year old daughter was wearing the Halloween custom her father had bought for her earlier that day.
A dragon…
Jessi just loved those mythical creatures and Merlin could hardly deny his daughter anything so he surprised her with it.
Merlin was lying on the floor with Jessi on top of his chest trying her best to ‘eat’ him which was just her planting kissed to his face-his cheeks, his nose, his forehead- and the side of his neck…
Morgana smiled broadly at the sight, a laugh escaped her lips. It alerted those two of her presence.
“Help me, dearest wife, for only you know how to save me from this cute monster!”
All right, she could certainly play along. She quirked up an eyebrow, “Do I know? What must I do?”
“I am a dragon, you cannot win.” Jessi announced, but the quivering in her voice betrayed her confidence.
“You must tickle her,” Merlin said, feigning shortness of breath. As if he was actually losing to the dragon.
Tickles? That was the dragon’s weakness?
Really, her husband could be quite creative sometimes.
Jessi froze when she heard that… Her face morphing into shock. “Oh no,” she whimpered in a small voice, “… not tickles.”
It was an Oscar-worthy performance the way her daughter swiftly jumped off her father’s chest and ran as quickly as her little legs could carry her to the far side of the living-room and then declaring, “You shall never tickle me!” before ‘flying away’.
“We have defeated the monster!”
“I hardly did anything.” Morgana said as she approached him.
Merlin pushed himself off the floor and sat on the nearest sofa. “Well, I called out for help and my saviour arrived.”
“Saviour? Oh, no…” Her lips curled up into a smirk as she took a seat next to him. “I am not your saviour…”
Merlin frowned, not understanding what she meant. “You’re not?”
“I am the mother of the dragon.”
The look of surprise on his face quickly dissolved as her lips found his.
