Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters, even though I wish Arthur was mine... they all belong to the BBC! No profit made from this... (this applies to all previsious chapter's posted as I didn't know where to put it before )

Big Thanks to my fantastic Beta, Helle, taught me all about commas! Also a great cheerleader! Her comments made me wanna write more

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Chapter 7:

Keys & Marshmallows!

"I don't know 'Gana," Arthur scratched his head, "he's your husband."

"He was your friend first," she smirked at her brother, who chuckled quietly.

"Excuse me," Leon bellowed, "a little help here!"

"Must say, he has a lovely arse."

"I know," Morgana smiled.

"You selfish sods, will you get me out of here!"

"I'm curious, about how you got yourself into this predicament," Arthur laughed, walking forward to Leon half in, half out of the window.

"I forgot my keys."

"Hmmm, interesting." Arthur took out his phone and started taking pictures.

"Oh, go inside and get some from the front!" Morgana smiled.

"Jesus tap dancing Christ! I hate you both."

"Ah now, don't be like that you great, stupid oaf." Morgana patted Leon on the arse. He huffed.

"So are you coming or going?" Arthur laughed.

"Arthur," Morgana said, trying not to laugh, "go in and pull him in."

Leon winced at the sudden brightness in the dining room, scowling as Arthur walked in smirking.

"I have to say, of all the things I was expecting when Morgana called, this was not it."

Leon glared at his wife over Arthur's shoulder.

"Why did you call this twit?"

"Well the security company me called me, saying that our alarm was going off and they couldn't get through to you. I didn't want to come here by myself in case there was a burglar."

"And damsels in distress always call me. The knight in shining armour," Arthur smiled, smugly.

"If I had known it was just my Neanderthal husband, stuck in the window – I would've called everyone!"

Leon scowled as Arthur grabbed him under the arms and pulled.

"Ow!" Leon yelped, "Wait, my belts caught on the frame."

"Right," Arthur huffed, "raise your hips."

"Arthur please," Morgana smirked, "save that talk for Merlin."

Leon giggled, and Arthur threw her a filthy look. "Do you want my help or not?"

"Please, continue," she waved her hand, her phone in her hand, recording all.

"Ow!" Leon spluttered as Arthur started to pull again, "it's too tight."

"Well, wriggle your hips a bit, then," Arthur panted, "Jesus, you are a heavy fuck!"

Morgana giggled, but clapped her hand over her mouth, when Leon came free and both men crashed to the ground.

"Arthur," she ran over to the sprawl of bodies on the floor, shoving Leon off Arthur, "you okay?"

"Ouch," he whined.

"My bum hurts," Leon groaned, Arthur kicked at him.

"Serves you right," Morgana sat back on her heels, looking at the two on the floor. Leon huffed and stood up, wincing slightly and hauling Arthur up.

"I think you broke something," Arthur scowled, rubbing his arm.

"Hopefully your head," Leon smiled.

"See if I ever help you again, you ungrateful sod," Arthur pointed at Leon.

"Didn't ask for your help!"

"Oh whist, you bumpkins," Morgana said, sighing. "How about some hot chocolate?"

"With marshmallow's?" Arthur's eyes lit up.

"Such a child," Leon smirked.

"I'm not the one that got stuck in a window."

"Boys!" Morgana clapped, "Leon, say thank you."

"Thanks," he muttered, scuffing his shoe off the floor. Arthur snorted.

"Always do what your master says?"

Morgana slapped him on the back of the head, and Leon glared.

"Dare, I ask," a deep voice said from the doorway. They all turned to see Uther, standing looking at the three of them warily.

"Father," Arthur cleared his throat, "what are you doing here?"

"I was invited for dinner," he smirked, "I didn't expect a show, though."

Morgana walked forward and gave her father a kiss on the cheek. "Come on, I'm making these two hot chocolate, would you like one?"

"As long as there are marshmallows," he smirked at his son.

"How'd you get in?" Arthur asked, following them to the kitchen.

"I took the more conventional route through the door," Uther chuckled, looking at Leon who blushed.

"Oh!" Arthur said, sitting at the table, "thought I closed the door."

"You did, I have a key."

"Does everyone have a key to our house?" Leon spluttered.

"Everyone except you, it seems," Arthur laughed.

Morgana placed the cups of hot chocolate on the table and got the bag of mini marshmallows from the cupboard.

"Merlin?" Uther asked, looking at his son.

Arthur chocked on his mouthful, coughing and spluttering as Leon clapped him on the back. Uther looked bemused, and Morgana smirked. Father and daughter, eyeing each other wickedly.

"What?" Arthur asked, once he got his breath back, "you can stop hitting me now, you baboon." He glared at Leon, who was trying not to laugh.

"Merlin?" Uther asked again, taking a sip.

"What about him?"

"He's your assistant, isn't he?"

"Yes."

"Are you in a relationship with him?"

Arthur's jaw dropped, and apparently it was the funniest thing the other two had ever heard. The stupid fucks, Leon was shaking with laughter, his head on the table and Morgana was clutching the counter, laughing. He glared at them.

"What gave you that idea?"

"Well from the exchange in the sitting room, though it did sound like a low budget blue movie, I heard his name mentioned."

Again, Arthur's jaw hit the table.

"Wonderful goldfish impression, Arthur. But I would like to know if you are having sexual relations with a member of staff, we don't want a law suit."

Morgana finally seemed to have gotten control of herself and patted Arthur on the back, while smirking at her father.

"No, but oh, how he wishes they were!"

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"Well," Leon said, settling onto the couch, "that was an interesting evening."

"Indeed," Morgana smiled, curling into his side.

"Poor Arthur, I thought he was going to have a coronary."

"Yeah," Morgana laughed, "I wonder how long it'll take him to get over it this time."

"Ha ha," Leon grinned, "I remember the first sex talk, he couldn't look at his father for weeks."

Morgana laughed, "Yeah, he was as bright as a beetroot when he came out of the study, and father wasn't much better."

"Hmmm," Leon nuzzled into her hair, inhaling deeply. "Did he ever try to give you a sex talk?"

"No," Morgana laughed, turning and biting gently at Leon's earlobe, he shudder, "he left that to Dr Gaius."

"Um?" Leon murmured, kissing her neck and pulling her into his lap, "educated you well."

"Yes," Morgana gasped, straddling his thighs, as Leon bit her collarbone, "he told me to treasure my virtue."

"Oh?" Leon said, running his hands up, under her top, she raised her arms and he pulled it off, before capturing her lips.

"Not a lesson that stuck," she moaned.

"No," Leon agreed, pushing her skirt up her thighs, running his fingers over the top of her stockings.

Getting impatient with the gentle touches, she yanked his jumper over his head, as Leon laughed and flipped them over so he was lying between her thighs on the couch. She purred happily and ran her hands down his back.

"You know," Leon lifted his head, from kissing her chest, "I'm a bit worried about the amount of people who have keys to our house."

"Don't be," she lifted her head to kiss him again.

He groaned into it, but then kneeled up and looked at the door. "But any, uninvited guest could just stroll in."

Morgana laughed at the pout on his face. "Not really, it's only Arthur and father."

"And there goes my boner," Leon smiled, shaking his head.

Morgana giggled and hooked her ankles around his waist and pulled him back down, biting his lip.

"Not into a wee bit of exhibitionism?"

Leon laughed against her lips, "Not for your family." He kissed her deeply.

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"Any plans for tonight?" Percy asked, as he and Arthur ran towards the park. The sky was slowly getting brighter as the sun rose, their breaths coming out in white puffs.

"No," Arthur said, enjoying the comfort and quiet of his and Percy's dawn, weekly run.

"Not rescuing any giants in distress?" Percy laughed.

"He told you?" Arthur grinned.

"No," they jogged across the road, entering the park and set off down their favourite path. "Morgana told Gwen, who told Lance, "he paused, scrunching his face in thought, "who told Gwaine, who told Merlin and Ellie, who in turn told me."

"Christ on a tricycle!" Arthur laughed, "You lot gossip like a bunch of school girls."

"Giant game of Chinese whispers."

"Yeah," Arthur panted.

"So, wanna come over tonight for a few beers?"

"Sure, we could go out clubbing. Round up Gwaine and the others."

"Nah, it'll just be us," Percy shrugged, quite a feat while he was running.

"How come?"

"Well, I got the place to myself tonight," he gave Arthur a shit eating grin, "Gwaine and Ellie are going to see 'Breaking Dawn'." He laughed at the look on Arthur's face, "I know, apparently, she's a huge twilight fan!"

"Edward Cullen fan?"

Percy laughed, "Yeah, probably."

"More into Eric Northman myself."

"Hmmm," Percy murmured, "I'm straight but I wouldn't pass him up myself."

Arthur laughed, smacking him on the arm. "Right, so will we just head out? Or do you wanna stay in with beer and pizza?"

"Beer and pizza of course, it's Saturday night!"

"That makes absolutely no sense," Arthur pointed out.

"Strictly Come Dancing is on," Percy said, Arthur snorted, "it's really good this year, Harry Judd is amazing!"

"You sure you're straight?" Arthur laughed, avoiding Percy's smack, he was the size of a tree and could easily kill Arthur with a slap!

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The door slammed, startling Arthur awake. He sat up, looking around the dark room.

"Ouch, fuck!" Accompanied by a crash.

"Merlin?" Arthur asked the darkness.

There was an undignified, high pitched, girly squeal and another loud crash.

"Who... Who's there?"

"God."

"Hmph," He could hear Merlin moving about again, "sounds more like a prat to me." He said snidely, flicking on the light and glaring, slightly unfocused, at Arthur on the couch.

"Do you know who I am?" Arthur raised his eyebrow.

"Why?" Merlin asked, smirking, trying to stand up straight, "Have you forgotten?"

"Shut up, Merlin."

"You know," Merlin said, wobbling across to the couch, "going to start charging you rent." He plonked down with a drunken wobble. Merlin walking when drunk, was like watching a foal take its first few steps.

"That's my feet," Arthur huffed, pulling his feet from under Merlin's arse.

"My sofa," Merlin smiled, his gaze unfocused.

"Want water? Coffee?" Arthur asked, sitting up properly.

"Um... Water," Merlin smiled lazily at Arthur, who got up and headed for the kitchen. He turned to see Merlin stand and follow him, stumbling all the way.

"Good night?"

"Yep," Merlin said, "went out with me mates, Freya and Will. Haven't seen them in ages. What you do?"

"Just hung out with Percy," Arthur shrugged, ready to move and catch Merlin if he lost the battle with gravity.

"Ah," Merlin nodded his head slowly, "make you watch Strictly, did he?"

Merlin's eyes closed and he hummed softly, Arthur stared at him with a small smile on his face. They stood in silence for a few minutes, while Merlin's breathing got deeper and more even. Suddenly his arms, holding him up at the counter gave way and Arthur stepped in front to catch him before he hit the floor.

"Arthur," Merlin said softly as he opened his eyes, seeing the blonds face a few inches from his own. Arthur's strong arms holding him up.

"Come on, sleepy head," Arthur put an arm around his waist and tugged gently, "let's get you to bed."

Merlin took a shaky step forward, right into Arthur and saw his eyes go wide. Merlin smiled happily and leaned in to kiss him. Arthur turned his head slightly so Merlin's lips landed on his cheek instead and pushed him back.

"Come on," Arthur said, helping him stand properly and tugging him to the door, "bed."

Merlin put in hand on Arthur's neck, turning him to face himself and leaned in again. Arthur put a hand on Merlin's chest and pushed him back slightly. Merlin frowned and tried but to push Arthur's hand out of the way and get to Arthur's mouth. Arthur turned his head again and took a step back, Merlin swayed dangerously. Arthur put his hands on Merlin's hips to steady him, and Merlin lurched forward again.

"Merlin, stop," Arthur whispered, closing his eyes briefly.

"Why?" Merlin demanded. Arthur looked up to see a dark and angry expression on Merlin's face.

"Come on, let's get you to bed. You're going to have one hell of a headache in the morning." Finally Arthur got him moving and up to his bedroom.

Arthur left him to get into bed while he went to fetch the pint of water and a packet of painkillers. When he got back to Merlin's room, he was curled up in bed.

"Here," Arthur said sitting on the edge of the bed, "take these." He handed Merlin two aspirin. Merlin looked up at him, with big blue eyes and Arthur smiled. "Water's here, and I'll leave the tablets if you need them in the morning." He got up to leave but Merlin caught his hand.

"Stay," he looked hopefully at Arthur, who shook his head.

"No."

"Why not?" Merlin asked angrily, sitting up.

Arthur sighed and sat down again, taking Merlin's hand in his hand.

"I want to," he admitted, looking closely at Merlin who smiled.

"Then do."

"No," he let go of Merlin's hand and stood up again, he gently pushed Merlin to lie down again.

"I don't understand," Merlin said sheepishly.

Arthur sighed and rubbed his hand over his face, then put his hand on Merlin's cheek. "You're drunk, Merlin." He leaned down and gently pressed his lips to Merlin's forehead.

Arthur closed the door gently behind him, leaving Merlin lying in the dark.