Fanfic: Merlin - The way to a man's heart is through his stomach
Title: The way to a man's heart is through his stomach
Fandom: Merlin
Pairing: Gwaine/Merlin
Rating: PG
Word Count: 643
Disclaimer: Nothing's mine, I just play with them.
Summary: It's a cute domestic scene and they're at home and Merlin's trying to cook but Gwaine keeps getting in the way trying to sneak a taste of dinner. - prompted by slightlytookish ♥ *glomps*
Contains: Established relationship, modern AU
Author's Notes: IDEK. I just hope I could capture 'a cute domestic scene' with this :D Also I thought it would fit good in a modern AU. Actually the boys demanded it to be AU. Also, all spelling errors and grammar!fails belong to me :D
Merlin really likes to cook and it has become quite a habit that he would cook more than often dinner for him and Gwaine when he would come over to Merlin’s flat after work. And Gwaine enjoys all of his dishes thoroughly which makes it perfect.
Merlin turns around to get the previously prepared little bowl of custard he had set carefully on the counter in the middle of the small kitchen only to find it’s not there anymore. Instead it has found its way into Gwaine’s hands who blinks quite inculpable at Merlin while having his fingers dipped into the custard not even bothering to take a spoon for it.
“Gwaine would you--” Merlin starts to chastise him but doesn’t get quite through with it because his lips just manage to form an oh as Gwaine lifts his fingers and begins to lick the custard from them thoroughly, lips looking ever so luscious.
“I really need that now,” he says deciding to ignore his ridiculous good looking boyfriend leaning at the counter and sucking his fingers clean. “How am I supposed to make dinner if you eat everything before I can even finish?”
Gwaine hands him over the bowl, smirk on his lips as he licks the last remains of the sweet treat off of them. “Can’t help myself, you know,” he replies sneaking closer, looking over Merlin’s shoulder into the pot that is standing on one of the hotplates. “Besides, ’m hungry as a horse.” He over exaggerates.
“Like a horse? Seriously?” Merlin has to laugh at that and turns around to the counter to prepare the rest of their dessert - or what’s left of it. “Don’t you dare touch the curry!” he warns Gwaine.
Gwaine rolls his eyes at Merlin. “You know after a hard day’s work you get hungry eventually,” he defends himself and peeks quickly to Merlin who seems to be occupied enough to not notice and grabs the spoon that lies on the counter, dipping it into the curry dish cooking on the stove. “There was a hell of a lot going on there today.”
“I bet posing for the camera is oh so hard work,” Merlin replies mockingly. “Also I said don’t you dare touch the curry.” He repeats his previous order and Gwaine isn’t careful enough, wanting to finish his mischief quickly for Merlin not to notice but fails and burning his tongue and lips with the hot food, hissing and letting out a dreadful curse.
Merlin turns around and takes the spoon from Gwaine. “How’d you even know?” he asks sullenly, carefully stroking his aching lips.
“Because you always do that. I don’t even need to see it.” Merlin smiles and grabs at Gwaine’s shirt, pulling him close. He softly traces his fingers over Gwaine’s lips before showering them in little, sweet kisses making the pain being forgotten.
Gwaine smiles contently. Of course he always does it and it mostly ends up with Gwaine either burning himself with something or choking on it because he’s just too hasty and so in love with Merlin’s food that he can’t possibly hold back. And of course Merlin always chides Gwaine (half-heartedly) for getting in his way during the process but he could never be mad at him.
“I knew you would try to sneak a taste of the dinner again before it’s finished,” Merlin says. “Especially the dessert,” he bends down a little and opens the oven. “That’s why I prepared these earlier this day.”
Gwaine can see all sorts of cupcakes in the oven, waiting just for him and he pulls up Merlin, gently pressing him against the counter, hands resting on Merlin’s hips. “You know I love you.”
A delightful smile unfurls on Merlin’s lips and he nods pulling Gwaine in for a deep kiss as a response and Gwaine couldn’t be happier.
Fandom: Merlin
Pairing: Gwaine/Merlin
Rating: PG
Word Count: 643
Disclaimer: Nothing's mine, I just play with them.
Summary: It's a cute domestic scene and they're at home and Merlin's trying to cook but Gwaine keeps getting in the way trying to sneak a taste of dinner. - prompted by slightlytookish ♥ *glomps*
Contains: Established relationship, modern AU
Author's Notes: IDEK. I just hope I could capture 'a cute domestic scene' with this :D Also I thought it would fit good in a modern AU. Actually the boys demanded it to be AU. Also, all spelling errors and grammar!fails belong to me :D
Merlin really likes to cook and it has become quite a habit that he would cook more than often dinner for him and Gwaine when he would come over to Merlin’s flat after work. And Gwaine enjoys all of his dishes thoroughly which makes it perfect.
Merlin turns around to get the previously prepared little bowl of custard he had set carefully on the counter in the middle of the small kitchen only to find it’s not there anymore. Instead it has found its way into Gwaine’s hands who blinks quite inculpable at Merlin while having his fingers dipped into the custard not even bothering to take a spoon for it.
“Gwaine would you--” Merlin starts to chastise him but doesn’t get quite through with it because his lips just manage to form an oh as Gwaine lifts his fingers and begins to lick the custard from them thoroughly, lips looking ever so luscious.
“I really need that now,” he says deciding to ignore his ridiculous good looking boyfriend leaning at the counter and sucking his fingers clean. “How am I supposed to make dinner if you eat everything before I can even finish?”
Gwaine hands him over the bowl, smirk on his lips as he licks the last remains of the sweet treat off of them. “Can’t help myself, you know,” he replies sneaking closer, looking over Merlin’s shoulder into the pot that is standing on one of the hotplates. “Besides, ’m hungry as a horse.” He over exaggerates.
“Like a horse? Seriously?” Merlin has to laugh at that and turns around to the counter to prepare the rest of their dessert - or what’s left of it. “Don’t you dare touch the curry!” he warns Gwaine.
Gwaine rolls his eyes at Merlin. “You know after a hard day’s work you get hungry eventually,” he defends himself and peeks quickly to Merlin who seems to be occupied enough to not notice and grabs the spoon that lies on the counter, dipping it into the curry dish cooking on the stove. “There was a hell of a lot going on there today.”
“I bet posing for the camera is oh so hard work,” Merlin replies mockingly. “Also I said don’t you dare touch the curry.” He repeats his previous order and Gwaine isn’t careful enough, wanting to finish his mischief quickly for Merlin not to notice but fails and burning his tongue and lips with the hot food, hissing and letting out a dreadful curse.
Merlin turns around and takes the spoon from Gwaine. “How’d you even know?” he asks sullenly, carefully stroking his aching lips.
“Because you always do that. I don’t even need to see it.” Merlin smiles and grabs at Gwaine’s shirt, pulling him close. He softly traces his fingers over Gwaine’s lips before showering them in little, sweet kisses making the pain being forgotten.
Gwaine smiles contently. Of course he always does it and it mostly ends up with Gwaine either burning himself with something or choking on it because he’s just too hasty and so in love with Merlin’s food that he can’t possibly hold back. And of course Merlin always chides Gwaine (half-heartedly) for getting in his way during the process but he could never be mad at him.
“I knew you would try to sneak a taste of the dinner again before it’s finished,” Merlin says. “Especially the dessert,” he bends down a little and opens the oven. “That’s why I prepared these earlier this day.”
Gwaine can see all sorts of cupcakes in the oven, waiting just for him and he pulls up Merlin, gently pressing him against the counter, hands resting on Merlin’s hips. “You know I love you.”
A delightful smile unfurls on Merlin’s lips and he nods pulling Gwaine in for a deep kiss as a response and Gwaine couldn’t be happier.