Disclaimer: BBC owns 'em, I just play with 'em.
Author's Note: More love letters!
Summary: Merlin is sick of Arthur's "subtle" hints.
Warnings: Naughty suggestion –eyebrow waggle-
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'Arthur,
Will you please stop leaving your dirty armor on my side of the bed as a not-so-subtle hint to clean it?
Thanks,
Merlin.'
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'Merlin,
Will you clean my armor on time, then? And where did you go this morning? Why did you leave a letter instead of just asking?
Yours,
Arthur.'
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'Arthur,
I had to run errands. You know, picking up saddle oil, after you left the saddle on my pillow. A new sword cloth, after you laid the sword under the covers. Thanks, by the way. I cut my hand, so then I had to strip the covers off and take them to the laundry because I've got blood on them. And I won't be able to make it for dinner tonight. I'll have somebody else send it up.
(Regretfully) Yours,
Merlin.'
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'That's too bad, Merlin. I had plans for us tonight. Look on your side of the bed again. Maybe you'll get the not-so-subtle hint again.
Anyways, off to training,
Arthur.'
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'Oh god, Arthur. You're a pervert. Really? I thought you could do better than a pair of shackles. I guess I gave you too much credit. Honestly, good try though.'
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'So is that a yes?'
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'…Yes.'
