Day Eight: Shopping
Merlin and Arthur strolled hand in hand into the grocery store.
"What do they like to eat?" Arthur asked, reading the aisle signs.
"Well, Dean eats anything and I know Cas is partial to burgers."
"Alright, burgers it is!" Arthur announced with finality. They perused the aisles, picking out ingredients and toppings for the burgers.
"Cheese, we need cheese," Arthur said. He zoomed past Merlin towards the dairy, cart rattling in front of him.
"Arthur, quit being a five year old; Arthur!" But the blonde haired boy was out of sight, laughing at Merlin's feeble attempts to control him.
"Prat," Merlin said under his breath.
Arthur was a loose cannon every time they went shopping; treating every trip like a quest. Merlin considered getting a leash to control him.
Merlin ran to catch up to him. When he finally found Arthur, he was holding up two cheeses.
"People are going to think I don't let you out," Merlin said, wrapping an arm around Arthur's waist.
"Cheddar or Swiss?" Arthur asked seriously. He held both cheeses up to Merlin's face.
"Hmm," Merlin pondered, "Swiss."
"Ew."
"Well then why did you ask? You never go with my choice anyway."
Arthur tossed the cheddar into the cart, "I did last night," he whispered into Merlin's ear. Merlin blushed as he remembered the sweet kisses that trailed his jawline and down his neck. How Arthur's skilled hands touched every inch of Merlin's body. It was the hottest, sweatiest, sexiest night of Merlin's life. Everything Arthur did was filled with passion and desire…Merlin would never forget it.
He playfully shoved Arthur towards the cart, "Shush, let's get this shopping done before I rip your clothes off and ravish you on the yogurt."
Arthur's eyes flicked over Merlin's shoulder, "No one's watching," he whispered, craning his head to look at the aisles next to them. Merlin gave him a smack on the shoulder. "Ow, you were the one who brought it up."
"Clotpole, come on, they're expecting us in an hour."
Arthur frowned, 'Get my hopes up," he mumbled. Merlin rolled his eyes and pulled the cart towards the produce.
Merlin inspected the tomatoes and lettuce, while Arthur searched for pie. Merlin had just bagged his selection of tomatoes, when Arthur came back, without pie. Instead he held an enormous watermelon.
Merlin gaped at him, "What are you doing?"
Arthur perched himself on the edge of the refrigerated island, the watermelon on his lap. "I got watermelon."
"Yeah, I can see that…why?" Arthur gave him a devious smile.
"It looked good, and fresh, and…big."
Merlin stared at him, "What is wrong with you?"
Arthur laughed, "Seriously, Merlin, look at it, it's huge!"
"Are you being serious?" Arthur had lost his mind.
"Yes!" Arthur grabbed his hand and placed it on the watermelon, "Here, knock on it to see if it's ripe and ready."
Merlin rolled his eyes and knocked on the watermelon.
"Well?"
"It's hard…" Merlin replied, skeptical of where Arthur was going with this. There was a small gasp on the other side of the island behind Arthur. Merlin looked up and saw an old lady with a horrified look on her face. "Oh…no, he…it's-"
"Disgusting," she said, shaking her head.
Merlin shot Arthur a look, "You are an arsehole." He shoved Arthur, who was laughing so hard, he couldn't form words. Merlin growled in frustration, grabbed the watermelon, and left Arthur.
"No…Merlin!" He said through bouts of laughter, "Merlin…Merlin!" He had caught up, placing a hand on Merlin's shoulder. "I'm sorry, it's just, I couldn't resist."
Merlin shot him another look. But he couldn't bring himself to be mad. Arthur's eyes were lit with childish joy, and well, those blue eyes…
Merlin sighed, "You're impossible."
"But that's why you love me," Arthur said. He leaned in and kissed Merlin's jaw under his ear, a sensitive spot. Merlin tried shielding it with his shoulder, but Arthur wrapped his arms around him, using his strength in order to get to Merlin's sweet spot.
"Arthur," Merlin gasped, "People are staring."
Arthur took a quick look around, "Let 'em."
Merlin placed his hands on Arthur's chest and tried pushing him away. It didn't push him away, but Merlin was able to swivel around in Arthur's grasp, his back now to Arthur.
"From behind? But Merlin, we're in public," Arthur said, feigning his surprise.
"Arthur!"
"Okay, okay," Arthur let Merlin go. Both boys straightened their shirts and fixed their hair. "Carry on folks, nothing to see." Arthur said to the other shoppers who were watching the boys' struggles.
"Gosh Melin, you're holding us up. Dean and Cas will think we stood them up."
"Go get the patty's, I'll head to check out," he said, ignoring Arthur.
"Yes, sir."
Finally, Merlin and Arthur were on line. Merlin checked the time; they were running late. Merlin huffed as he craned his neck to check the progress of the line. "Remind me to never take you shopping again."
Arthur tried to look hurt, "I'm crushed," he said, placing a hand over his heart. Arthur's attention was drawn to a shelf next to them.
"Should we get this too?" He held up a sympathy card.
"Why?"
"For you and Cas…when we beat your ass at the hunt." He laughed at his joke, "Oh and some of this, for the massages" he said, grabbing lube.
"Bloody hell, Arthur. If you keep it up with your antics, you're not getting that kind of massage for a whole week." Arthur's mouth popped open.
"For God's sake, just tell the whole world you two are fucking each other senseless!"
Merlin and Arthur spun around and found themselves face to face with the old lady from the produce aisle.
Needless to say, Merlin and Arthur had never been more embarrassed in their lives.
Note: Sorry this one was so short (and for my terrible humor!) Next chapter should be longer!