"Mmmm," Luna hummed, in the happy contented way of all who'd just enjoyed a long soak. She slipped easily into sitting on his lap, a spot she was always happy to claim as her own when it was available. "Could only have been improved by your presence and a glass of champagne."
She'd come to Merlin's tonight straight from the airport, eager for his company (or attention?) and refusing to break their per-arranged 'date' even though she'd been kept late in San Diego. She'd even called him from the airport to warn him that she was running a little behind but would very definitely be there.
And here she was, sitting in Merlin's lap and running a hand through his hair.