A/N: What happens when you're very frustrated with your Merlin Big Bang story? This. I give thee a small drabble about fluff and cake and just plain happiness ;)
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It's a quiet moment. Just after the coronation. Merlin's in the kitchens. There's no one there but him and a maid cleaning some dishes. He's stealing cake and he doesn't he even feel guilty about it. He's the royal advisor now. Arthur's King and everything's just like it should be. He can do these kinds of things. Like steal cake. It's really delicious and it's leftovers anyways so Merlin figures it's harmless. One of the scurry maids smiles at him flirtatiously as he licks some cake off the spoon. He smiles at her smugly and she giggles softly.
He's happy. He hasn't felt like this in a long time. Like there's absolutely nothing that can put him down. No battles to win, no monsters or troll to fight, no telepathic children to hinder, no power-seeking trolls, nothing. He's happy and he has cake. Life is good. Life is-
"Well, well, what do we have here?" The smile on the maid's face slip as Arthur walks into the kitchens in all his Kingly glory, the crown fitting with his golden hair, shining as some of the last sunset's beams of light dances across the newly crowned King.
The maid bows low to her King and hurries out of the kitchens quickly. Merlin rolls his eyes and takes another piece of cake and puts it into his mouth. Arthur raises his eyebrows, amused, as he looks at Merlin and Merlin smirks.
"Seems like we have a little cake-stealing kitchen rat in Camelot," Arthur saunters over to Merlin, cocking his head at the sorcerer, a small smile tugging at the corner of the King's lips.
"Mm, well, I just thought it'd be a shame to throw away such lovely cake," Merlin replies smoothly, licking some cream off his lips. Arthur follows the movement of his tongue, his eyes going dark and Merlin can almost taste the victory.
"I would have you know, that the leftover cake would actually be sent to the newly crowned King of Camelot, but now, some random servant with unusually large ears has gone ahead and ruined that plan completely," Arthur says in a low voice and braces his hands against the table on either side of Merlin's waist, pushing the sorcerer further into the table.
Merlin can't help but grin. He's happy and he can't do anything but smile.
He'd love to play this little flirtatious game with Arthur, but he doesn't. So he puts the cake down and looks into Arthur's mischievous eyes. "Arthur," he says, voice quiet and cheerful, and kisses him softly, his hands gripping Arthur's biceps in a firm grip.
"Now, what on Earth was that for?" Arthur asks with a smile when Merlin pulls away.
"I'm just… happy," Merlin says in a whispery, honest voice.
Arthur smiles, wide, innocent and completely careless. "Are you now?" Arthur kisses him and Merlin laughs against his lips, just savouring the moment.
He's happy.