Perfect Little Rendezvous
Author: accioscar
Title: Perfect Little Rendezvous
Rating: PG
Pairing/s: Merlin/Arthur
Character/s: Merlin, Arthur
Summary: In which Arthur rambles but definitely does not blush.
Warnings: mostly dialogue (see summary); fluff?
Word Count: 255
Prompt: Rendezvous
Author's Notes: Un-beta'd. Soz about any mistakes.
"So we'll rendezvous at Camelot at 8pm on Saturday to go over the plan for Morgana's 30th? Just the two of us. I thought that would be best because you know how Gwaine is, he'll just take over and it'll turn into more of an orgy than a small gathering of friends and family. And Elena is great but she'll insist on making the cake and there's only so many times we can all be 'far too stuffed to eat even a tiny sliver of cake' before she becomes suspicious..."
"Camelot? That fancy French restaurant on Albion Road?" Merlin said and Arthur took advantage of the interruption to take a much-needed breath.
"Yeah... um... it's just, it's a nice restaurant. Their moules marinières are apparently the best this side of the Channel - I know you love mussels and I've been meaning to go there soon anyway. We can eat whilst we plan. Maybe continue in The Tavern afterwards for a few drinks? It is a Saturday night after all and party planning can take a while. I mean... when it comes to Morgana anyway, you know how particular she is..." Arthur was rambling again dammit and Merlin was looking at him with a unreadable expression on his face.
"Arthur... Are you asking me out? Like, on a date?" Merlin asked, something like mild amusement tugging at his lips.
"Um... yes?" Arthur definitely did not blush. Honestly. "Is that... ok?"
Merlin grinned, a slight blush of his own spreading across his incredible cheekbones. "Sounds perfect."
Title: Perfect Little Rendezvous
Rating: PG
Pairing/s: Merlin/Arthur
Character/s: Merlin, Arthur
Summary: In which Arthur rambles but definitely does not blush.
Warnings: mostly dialogue (see summary); fluff?
Word Count: 255
Prompt: Rendezvous
Author's Notes: Un-beta'd. Soz about any mistakes.
"So we'll rendezvous at Camelot at 8pm on Saturday to go over the plan for Morgana's 30th? Just the two of us. I thought that would be best because you know how Gwaine is, he'll just take over and it'll turn into more of an orgy than a small gathering of friends and family. And Elena is great but she'll insist on making the cake and there's only so many times we can all be 'far too stuffed to eat even a tiny sliver of cake' before she becomes suspicious..."
"Camelot? That fancy French restaurant on Albion Road?" Merlin said and Arthur took advantage of the interruption to take a much-needed breath.
"Yeah... um... it's just, it's a nice restaurant. Their moules marinières are apparently the best this side of the Channel - I know you love mussels and I've been meaning to go there soon anyway. We can eat whilst we plan. Maybe continue in The Tavern afterwards for a few drinks? It is a Saturday night after all and party planning can take a while. I mean... when it comes to Morgana anyway, you know how particular she is..." Arthur was rambling again dammit and Merlin was looking at him with a unreadable expression on his face.
"Arthur... Are you asking me out? Like, on a date?" Merlin asked, something like mild amusement tugging at his lips.
"Um... yes?" Arthur definitely did not blush. Honestly. "Is that... ok?"
Merlin grinned, a slight blush of his own spreading across his incredible cheekbones. "Sounds perfect."