I don't own Merlin, and I swear, I never thought I'd write this. I'm not a huge Merthur fan anymore, but…well, I couldn't pass this up. It was just a few short sentences that morphed.
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The taxi driver was a shade relieved that he had trained himself to mostly get over some of the conversations he heard from the people who climbed into his cab. He'd had an interesting time of it, as a cabby. He'd seen things, heard things, been witness to break-ups, offhanded proposals, and once a very strange case of a man who claimed he had to get to a police box. He'd seen a lot, and had grown to be fairly good at guessing what they'd discuss. But when he'd picked up these two, he'd expected a bunch of business discussions, not…well, not this.
"Look, I am not pushy and over bearing!"
"You are so, you prat! You never let me top! It's ridiculous! You've got serious issues that need to be resolved."
"What? Issues? I just like the top!"
"Hah! Control freak."
"You love it."
"No, I don't. This is totally unfair."
The taxi driver, whose name was Stan, was trying very hard not to grin at this conversation. The two men in the back seat weren't exactly what he would have pegged as gay, but they clearly were lovers, and this sounded like the kind of argument he and his wife had all the time. The blonde was even pouting.
"Moving on past your insecurity and selfishness-"
"I'm not selfish."
"Whatever. You have a meeting today at 3 with the new head of PR."
"Drat. Anything else?"
"Black tie affair at the Marriot downtown- something about a promotion."
"Oh, yes, Kennicott's moving up. Remind me before you take off for the evening."
"Of course. Oh, and try not to damage your tux again, you know how expensive that thing is to have taken to the dry cleaner. Blood is so hard to get out of it, and it's bad publicity when you get in bar brawls."
"I had a perfectly good reason to fight the guy!"
"I'm certain."
They were silent for a moment, the blonde looking out the window at the city as it passed by. The dark haired man- Merlin, the blonde had said- popped open his briefcase and pulled out a tablet, muttering something to himself as he adjusted something on it. He paused, and then looked up. Stan, who had pulled up to a light, glanced back just in time to see the dark haired man lean over to the blonde, smiling slyly.
"…Arthur, I'll make a deal with you."
"What?" Arthur asked, looking slightly worried.
"You damage the tux, you have to let me top."
"Merlin! We're in public!"
"C'mon… And I'm sure he's heard much worse."
(Stan really had. That conversation that of those Gothic couples had had about someone's new piercing and a banana had been quite enough for him, thank you very much.)
"And if I don't?" Arthur asked, clearly trying to sound uninterested.
Merlin leaned over and whispered something in his ear.
"…Deal."
The taxi driver burst into a full blown grin. Ah, young love.
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Yeah. Short, sweet, to the point. Leave a review after the beep.
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