Sighing deeply, Merlin took a sip of his hot coffee. Absently mindedly, his hand reached up and rubbed the fading scar that his burn had left. That was about a month and a half ago, and so far things were going fine. And at the same time, things were different.
Merlin wasn't all that sure of trusting Morgana, but as she was "secretly" employed at the restaurant, she began to show how trustworthy she actually was. That was a really good thing, considering what he'd heard from his boyfriend.
Boyfriend...
As Merlin read the paper in the restaurant, a mental image of Arthur popped into his head. The way the aristocrat nearly tried to seduce him every night, and he didn't try to hide his lust either. Arthur would take Merlin to his house for a while, and then...
It made Merlin blush to think about it, but that's what he got for being in a passionate relationship with the son of a Royal Duke.
"What?" Merlin said to himself as he read over a section and the paper, then looked at the picture. It was an image of Arthur sticking the middle finger out...to none other than his father.
Has the Young Pendragon Heir Lost It?
Arthur Pendgraon was reported yelling at his father before storming
out of the house and giving him the finger. More inside...
Merlin read over that tons of times before daring himself to open the paper and read the whole story. "No..." He told himself, feeling sheepish. Whatever Arthur did to end up in the paper, Merlin didn't really care to know.
"Order up!" Gwen's voice rang through the restaurant, as she handed Merlin a tray. He placed the paper down and took the food in his own hands. He smiled at Gwen before delivering the food to the customers. "I hope you enjoy!" Merlin had the biggest smile on his face, something that the customers noticed.
He went back into the kitchen and bumped into a beaming Morgana on her way out. "Sorry!"He said. "Do you need help." She was carrying a tray full of food.
"No, I think I've got the hang of it." She smiled at Merlin before vanishing.
Sighing, Merlin went back in his seat and sat down, reading over the paper again. About a minute later, his phone rang and he wasn't surprised to see who it was.
"Arthur." He calmly said.
"You sound different."
"A bit on edge, I saw your face in the paper." Merlin said blandly.
"You're on edge about everything." Arthur joked. "When are you free?"
"In a few hours, don't you have some meeting to be at?"
"If you read the paper, you'd see that my schedule has been cleared."
Rolling his eyes, Merlin flipped a few pages before reading the main article. "So what...you want to go out tonight?"
"I want you," Arthur began. "At my house tonight, and in my bed, drunk and most likely naked."
"Seriously?" Merlin laughed.
"Seriously."
"I'm sorry Your Grace, but I'm busy..."
"Think about it." Arthur urged. "I want an answer soon."
And like that, he hung up leaving Merlin blushing more than he wanted to.
Yes, I know it was short and I know that I haven't updated in a long time. I wouldn't want to say that I'm losing my Merlin spark...but...ya know.
Anyway, I don't own BBC Merlin.