Disclaimer: Merlin (BBC TV Series) belongs to Johnny Capps and Julian Murphy
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Modern AU, Boy Love, Short Chapters (Oneshots)
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Since English is not my first language, I'd like to apologize for any grammar/spelling mistakes.
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"Really?"
"Mm-hmm," Merlin replied as he slid a bowl of vegetables into the microwave.
At the beginning of their relationship, both man agreed that they would take turn preparing dinner for each other. But ever since Arthur 'accidentally' put food—covered in aluminium foil—into the microwave and almost burned Merlin's entire kitchen, Merlin would never allow Arthur to touched his cooking appliances again.
"Are you sure you want to move in with me?"
"Uh-huh." Merlin grabbed some carrots and chopped them into small pieces. Arthur sometimes wondered how a clumsy guy like Merlin, could turned into this—cooking warrior who could sliced and diced raw food in perfect shapes without once cutting his fingers whenever he was in the kitchen.
"Can you say something besides 'mm-hmm' and 'uh-huh'? That's not very convincing." Arthur snorted.
"Yes, Arthur. I have thought about it, and I definitely want to do it. I spent most of my time at your place anyway."
Arthur slid his index finger on the roast chicken. The thing was, Arthur started the whole moving in question last week as a joke. But when Merlin gave him the answer, the joke didn't sound very funny anymore.
"Oi, don't touch that!" Merlin shouted, subconsciously slapped Arthur's hand.
"But it's already eight o'clock and I'm hungry," the blonde whined. He reached out to take one of the yummy looking meatballs on the plate. This time Merlin slammed a spoon on his boyfriend's hand. "Ouch!"
"I said—don't touch it, Pendragon," Merlin demanded in an intimidating voice.
Arthur groaned as he flicked his swollen hand. "Fine. Jeez, relax mom!"
Then both man fell silent. Merlin's eyes grew to the size of the dinner plate as his eye brow twitched with annoyance.
"What did you say?"
"Err... I said... jeez, relax Merlin." Arthur swiftly looked away while rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly.
"That's not what you said."
Tired and hungry, Arthur snarled at Merlin. "If you knew what I said, then why did you ask?!"
The dark brown haired man did not answered. He let out a frustration sigh instead before he continued chopping the rest of the carrots. Merlin hated stupid arguments, especially over some stupid meatballs. He did not say a single word for 15 minutes.
Arthur found Merlin's silent treatment was irritating. He wanted to say something—an apology to be exact—to break the ice, but hesitated.
Done with all the cooking, Merlin turned off the stoves then slightly dipped his middle finger into the bolognese sauce he made earlier.
Arthur swallowed when Merlin started to lick the tip of his finger and flickered his tongue to taste the flavour of the sauce. The blonde was barely holding himself back on nailing Merlin to the top of the table, when his navy blue eyes saw those luscious lips wrapped around the finger and sucked it with a hum.
"Stop it," Arthur whispered as he began to feel a problem down below.
"Wha-?" Merlin turned his head—finger still in his mouth. He stared at Arthur in confusion.
Dammit... how can he look so incredibly stupid and sexy at the same time?!
Arthur lost it. The next thing Merlin knew he was over Arthur's shoulder and carried away to his bed. "Hey! What the hell?!"
Arthur slammed him on top of the warm bed and before Merlin could move, Arthur crawled up to pinned the slender body under his.
"Let-me-go! If this is your way of saying sorry, you're wasting your time. I'm still not talking to you, clotpole!" Merlin grumbled as he twisted and wiggled, trying to free himself from Arthur, eventhough he knew it was useless.
Arthur's smile turned into smirk. "Who says anything about talking? Talking is barely needed in a scene I have in mind, dollop head."
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A/N: Please don't hesitate to correct my grammars and spellings. Thank you!