Kink Me! #17
Kink Me! #17
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Meeting Agenda
Wednesday 4th April, 1800hrs
Attending: Morgana LeFay (presiding), Geneviere DuLac, Lancelot DuLac, Percival Martins, Elena Knight, Gaius Mage, Kilgharrah Dragoon.
1. Call to order
2. Attendance
3. Approval of minutes from last meeting
4. Open Issues
a. Continued Graffiti in West Street.
b. Rabbit Overpopulation
c. Discussion of annual knitting marathon.
5. New Business
a. Discussion led by Elena on the addition of snooker to the school PE curriculum.
b. Vote on the suggestion that the sign to ‘King Street’ be moved one foot to the left.
c. Introduction of our new Vicar, Mr. Merlin Emrys.
“Oh Please, just call me Merlin, everyone does.”
“Right.” Morgana had answered slowly and given the new vicar a quick once over from where he sat grinning like an idiot beside her. The black vicar collar a stark contrast to his overly pale skin and somehow extenuated his ears which were ridiculous to begin with.
Obviously feeling Morganas consideration Merlin turned his grin in her direction. She grit her jaw, turned to the front and continued reading the agenda for the meeting.
By the end of the meeting one thing was very clear: Merlin Emrys was
an idiot.
He frowned in contemplation whilst the old bats Gaius and Kilgharrah ranted about the mysterious graffiti that they swore they saw painted along the newsagents wall on their evening walk but was always gone by the morning, he offered a sympathetic pat and a box of tissues when Percival started fretting over the roll on effects of rabbit overpopulation near his farm, he offered his assistance to blustering and stuttering Gwen and her ridiculous Knitting Marathon to raise money for the war monument, he gave sound arguments as to why snooker should seriously be thought of as a rainy day sporting activity for PE, and he refused to vote on the sign issue as he stated that ‘he had only been living in the village for one day and wouldn’t feel right voting on such a controversial issue that would affect everyone’.
By the end of the meeting Merlin had managed to win over everyone, Lance and Gwen even inviting him over for dinner, Percival offering to show Merlin his snail collection, Gaius and Kil inviting him to their longstanding chess tournament and Elena punching him in the arm (practically a declaration of love from her) and Morgana had a headache.
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Meeting Agenda
Wednesday 19th June, 1800hrs
“So let’s bring this meeting to order.”
The quiet mumbles of conversations carried on over Morganas commanding voice, barely withholding her eye roll she cleared her throat noisily and banged her mallet. The room suddenly quietened and Morgana gave her mallet a small stroke - and Merlin said it was unnecessary.
“I would like to take this opportunity to let everyone know that I will be unable to attend next week’s meeting. I have already arranged for Gwen-“
“Ooo. Are you doing anything exciting?” Merlin interrupted enthusiastically. Morgana spared him a sideways glance.
“Hardly, my step brother is coming in for a visit and I must entertain him.”
“Brother?! I never knew you had a brother? What is he like?” Merlin was practically bouncing in his seat by now and Morgana had gotten used to having to curb her instinct to tie him to the chair.
“He is my step brother and he is arrogant, and rude and an idiot.”
“Oh….” Merlin floundered for a moment and Morgana hoped that would be the end of that but alas: “Well it must be nice to have your family to visit.”
Morgana offered Merlin a baleful look “Yes. It is wonderful to have my home invaded for a week, to have to waste money on extra food and cancel my weekly plans because I have to babysit him.”
“There’s no need to cancel plans. You could always bring him along to our meeting.” Merlin offered, staring at Morgana with those huge, annoyingly blue eyes. “It is always interesting to get an outsiders input.” Merlin glanced around pointedly to the rest of the room who all started to nod and murmur in agreement.
“Yes, well…. We’ll see.” Offered Morgana and gave the room a tight smile before proceeding with that days agenda. She tried to ignore the elephant ear to elephant ear grin that Merlin was sporting and the proud pat he gave the back of her hand before she unsubtly withdrew it and purposefully shuffled the papers outlining Gwen’s ideas for the town square shrubbery overhaul.
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The florist that she had hired to decorate this year’s bake sale had over done the pink to yellow ratio so now the whole high street looked like it had been coated with candyfloss. When she had done berating the women for her uselessness she then had to explain to Percival (again) that it he wouldn’t be allowed to enter his stone cakes this year because last year they nearly killed Mrs Unbridge when she choked on a paper clip. She then had to suffer through Merlin's unimpressed stare when he had to guide a silently crying Percival away from the children’s park and back to his house for tea and crumpets.
She had then been on the phone to the council for hours trying to secure funding for the main street to be re-tarmaced (after breaking the heel on the forth pair of Jimmy Choo’s this month)
After all of that there was barely time to check that the maid had correctly made up the guest suite before the doorbell rang.
Walking elegantly toward the front door she automatically straightened two picture frames before opening the front door to-
“Merlin?” she asked in confusion. Said vicar offered her an idiotic grin from behind the tower of tuppaware he was carrying and pushed passed her into the living room. She followed automatically and to make sure he didn’t leave any sticky finger marks on any of the surfaces. “What are you doing here? I am expecting company.”
“I know.” Merlin sounded breathless as he carefully lowered the tubs to the dining table at the back of the room. “That is why I am here. I commandeered a few of the best of the batch from the stalls before they opened. I wasn’t sure what time your brother was due to arrive and I didn’t want him to miss out on the best Ealdor had to offer!”
Morgana came closer to the table as Merlin started opening the plastic dishes and now noticed they were all full of food. Gwen’s homemade preserve, Leon’s scones, Gaius’ flapjacks and something that suspiciously looked like-
“Are those-?” Morgana peered timidly into the last box that housed small, pale round cakes that suspiciously looked like Percival’s dreaded stone cakes.
“Yes.” Merlin offered sheepishly, “But he was just so disappointed that he couldn’t take part this year and I helped him make them so no stationary what-so-ever I promise!”
Morgana glanced up at Merlin's hopefully expression and rolled her eyes. “Fine.” She said, very magnanimously. “Just get all this to the kitchen before Arthur gets here. And don’t get crumbs anywhere.”
Merlin grinned idiotically, again, and looked for a moment like he was going to hug her. But Morganas glare made him retreat with a fond look on his face that was almost as bad.
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This time there was no unpleasant surprise on the other side, just the anticipated arrival of her annoying brother, who looked even more of an idiot than he normally did.
You would have thought that ignoring their father’s wishes for him to join the family business and going travelling for three years would have matured him, but no. As the blond turned to the now open door he gave Morgana one of his smiles that showed all of his ridiculously crooked teeth that Morgana remembered from their youth, it usually promised Morgana would find a newt in her bone china tea set.
“Arthur.” She greeted with a nod, standing back to allow Arthur to enter. He stepped forward removing his aviators as he did and shaking his fringe that had gotten entirely too long, out of his eyes.
“Sis!” he greeted in cheer, throwing his arms around her with a few pats to the back. When he had finally released her she straightened back up pulling at her blouse.
“Yes, well.” She cleared her throat, “You’re late.”
Arthur smirked in response before taking off his leather jacket to reveal tanned arms toned from building puppy orphanages or whatever it was he had been doing for the last few years, and a white t-shirt that was definitely too tight. “Nice to see you haven’t changed Morgs.” Arthur commented as he turned to hang his jacket up. Merlin chose that exact moment to emerge from the kitchen brushing bits of cake from his hair and glancing guilty over his shoulder to the closed kitchen door.
“I had a bit of an issue with - oh.” Merlin stopped when he saw the bulk of a man with his back to him beside Morgana. “Sorry, I didn’t hear the door go. You must be Arthur.”
Arthur turned from the coat rack towards Merlin and stopped, eyes wide and slowly blinking. Morgana frowned and looked back to Merlin, who had a similar wide eyed look on his face and looked like he had stopped breathing. She continued frowning and glanced back to Arthur who was now, not very subtly, running his eyes up and down Merlin's lean frame. Probably taking in the two-years-passed-good converse that Merlin insisted where still wearable and the home made jumper that he no doubt got as a Christmas gift from Old Martha Dent who should have stopped knitting four years ago when her eyesight finally gave out.
“Hi.” Arthur stated, kind of breathlessly. “I’m Arthur.” Arthur stuck out a sweaty appendage in Merlin's direction who softly grasped it in his own. And Morgana had to stop herself from berating him on his weak handshake - again.
“Merlin.” Merlin whispered in response, still not taking his eyes from Arthurs where they seemed to be in some kind of weird stare off.
When neither seemed to be adding an more to the conversation Morgana intervened.
“Merlin is our village Vicar.”
“Vicar eh?” Arthur asked with a strange smile, his eyes running over Merlin once more, their hands still grasped in front of him, “You don’t look like any vicar I have ever seen. I might have gone with my father to church more often if I had.”
Merlin's face turned a ridiculous shade of red, the same colour it went when Elena asked Merlin to explain the birds and the bees to her and Gwaine’s six year old.
“Your….” Merlin floundered for a moment taking a step closer to Arthur, “not really what I was expecting from Morgana’s brother.”
“Oh? Should I take that as a good thing?” Arthur took a step closer as well.
“Oh yes. Definitely good. Very good.”
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That seemed to break the trance and Merlin blinked idiotically at her in confusion, his hand still clasped in her brothers.
“Don’t you have things you should be doing?” Morgana offered pointedly.
“Oh…. Right yes.” Merlin retreated somewhat reluctantly. “It was… very nice meeting you Arthur.”
“You too Merlin.” Arthur replied raising Merlin's hand, placing a kiss to the knuckles before releasing it, finally. Merlin moved backwards towards the door.
“So I’ll see you around the village maybe?”
“Most definitely.”
“And if you need…. Anything. I live in the house next to the church, with the white door.”
“I’m sure I will be knocking sooner rather than later.” Arthur replied.
When they lapsed back into silence and staring once more Morgana let out an impatient huff and herded Merlin towards the door. “Bye Merlin” she said pointedly. She thought she might have heard a ‘Bye Arthur’ murmured before she closed the door and turned to face her brother. He was sporting one of his annoyingly smug smiles that always managed to raise Morganas hackles.
“It looks like this trip is looking up and up.” He said, his eyes following something out the front window. Morgana rolled her eyes and went to see what mess Merlin had made of her kitchen.
-Thats all I have for now :S. More will go up if people like it and want me to carry on - let me know.
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As prompt OP I cannot believe my luck that you are filling this!
Loving Percy and his rock cakes.
I vote for more!
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Morgana had found, during long tedious meetings and tea mornings, that time went faster when you broke it down into twenty minute segments.
It took twenty minutes for Arthur to fetch his bags from his (environmentally friendly) car, it took twenty minutes for Morgana to set up tea and cakes, they sat and drank for twenty minutes, Morgana offering encouraging nods as Arthur rabbited on about his years in… she didn’t quiet catch where he had been, that had been the moment she found a small chip in her teacup. Another twenty minutes on what he had done since he had returned and how his visit with his father had gone, and then exactly twenty minutes of inane questions, about Merlin of all people.
“Why are you so interested?” Morgana asked when she had finished retelling the god awful tale of Merlin’s idiotic tryst with Will, one of Percival’s farm hands.
“No reason…. He just seems… interesting. This whole place is interesting. I have to say, this isn’t somewhere I pictured you ending up.”
“Interesting is a very kind way to put it.” Morgana stated, ignoring the latter part to his statement. Because frankly, this had been the last place she had expected to end up as well, but the thought of leaving never entered her mind.
Arthur just grinned at her and continued to sip his tea.
Twenty minutes was taken up with the clean-up from tea which Arthur actually helped with, without complaint or coercion. Morgana almost fainted.
Then Arthur stated that he was going to have a look around the village and Morgana sighed in relief as the front door closed and she retreated to her study to go over some paper work.
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It was very peaceful at this time of day. The sun was still up but dimming and dipping towards the hills that bracketed the village on all sides. Morgana could see Lancelot working in his vegetable patch, Gwaine and his son Gilli chasing each other around the small children’s park with plenty other children dodging out of their way. Gaius and Kilgharrah were slowly hobbling around the square, arguing about something. Morgana waved crisply as Percival drove passed on his tractor, and large trailer of hay attached to the back and heard Elena call Gwaine and Gilli in for dinner. But no sign of Arthur.
Morgana sighed and headed straight for Merlin’s house set just outside the church grounds in full view of the square.
The door was hardly ever locked and Morgana was in a hurry so didn’t have time for Merlin to wake up from his nap or whatever else he does that means it takes him five minutes to answer the door.
“Merlin?” she called quietly as she poked her head round the door. There was no answer but Morgana heard the faint echoes of a conversation coming from the living room, and a deep chuckle… wait - was that Arthur?
Frowning, Morgana carefully made her way to the living area to find Merlin and Arthur both swivelled sideways on the sofa, arms overlapping on the back of the sofa.
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“Wow Arthur.” Merlin whispered, his hand rubbing up and down Arthurs bicep where it rested on the back of the sofa. “That’s amazing; you were able to help so many people.”
“No. It was nothing really. Just a drop in the ocean of things that need doing.”
“But it is something.” They stared at each other for an intense moment before Arthur dropped his head in uncharacteristic shyness and - my god, was he blushing?
“Well, my father was furious. He wanted me to join the family business. I had to tell him I was staying out there to sleep on the floor and build drainage systems.” Arthur chuckled humourlessly, head still aimed at his knees. Merlin reached out his hand to Arthur chin and raised it gently.
“It was really brave.” Merlin whispered. And they started staring at each other again. Morgana was sensing this staring was starting to become an issue with them so clearing her throat she stepped forward into the room.
They both jumped as if electrocuted and she was met with a confused stare from Merlin and a furious one from Arthur.
“Morgana?” Merlin asked, rising from the sofa, a worried frown marring his forehead.
“I’ve just come to go over the Sunday morning announcements and to look for my brother; it seems I am in luck.” Morgana replied giving Arthur a stare that meant she wanted some kind of explanation.
“I bumped into Merlin on my tour of the village and he was kind enough to show me around.” Arthur stated, rising from the sofa also to standing elbow to elbow with Merlin. Morgana watched Merlin unconsciously lean into the body beside him and frowned between the two.
“Yes. And Arthur has been telling me all about his travels. They sound fascinating.” Merlin was starting to sport the same look he got when Leon hired a new contractor for his house, who would pop round to Merlin’s house for lemonade every lunch time.
“I don’t doubt.” She shook her head, “I’ll leave these with you.” She took out a sheaf of papers from the binder for Merlin and handed them to him, which he promptly dropped and crouched on the floor collecting them with murmured apologise.
“Arthur we should go, dinner will be ready soon.” Morgana said pointedly to Arthur who was crouched on the floor next to Merlin, seeming to be causing more harm than help as whenever he brushed Merlin’s fingers Merlin fumbled whatever he was holding and promptly dropped it again.
Morgana looked at Arthur with a raised eyebrow until he rose from the ground, lifting Merlin by the elbow and brushing imaginary lint from the vicar’s shoulders.
“So I should go then,” Arthur sighed eventually, his hand now cradling Merlin's elbow, “thank you for… showing me around and keeping me company.”
“No really. It was my pleasure; I hope we can do it again sometime.” Merlin smiled shyly in response
“Yes.”
“Yes.” And then they lapsed into staring again.
“Arthur!” Morgana barked with an accompanied eyeroll when Arthur blinked to attention.
“Right, yeah I have to go.”
“You should come by the church hall tomorrow. Gwen has the children putting on a musical version of Dr. Who. It is supposed to be excellent.” Merlin said with an enthusiastic grin that had to be faked because Gwen’s last foray into musical theatre (‘The Sad Tale of Felix the Flea’) definitely didn’t need an encore.
“OK. I’ll be there.” Arthur nodded enthusiastically.
“I’ll save you a seat, best in the house.”
“Next to you then?” And Merlin ducked his head and blushed uncontrollably, so to save him from further embarrassment Morgana grabbed her brother by the arm and dragged him from the house shouting a terse “Bye Merlin” over her shoulder and hearing Arthur shout a more enthusiastic ‘see you tomorrow Merlin’ as she closed the door.
- There should be more later :S
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All the intense staring is giving me the wibbles!
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That she could handle, it was all part of her job and she had perfected her polite mask over the years and thought she was pretty good at it. That she could handle, this she could not.
Arthur and Merlin rabbited on for a further ten minutes on the ingenuity of the plot and the talent of the children and -‘god, did you see little Sophia - such a cutey’ all the while making doe eyes at each other, touching each other more than necessary and ignoring Morgana. (Which was actually pretty fortunate because if they were to ask her at that moment what she thought she would have told them that the plot was absurd, even by Dr. Who standards, the children couldn’t sing and Recorders were obviously a torture devise left over from Medieval Britain and lords who wanted their subjects to slowly bleed to death from their ears.)
“I’m heading home.” She said pointedly when she couldn’t take anymore.
“Oh.” Stated Merlin looking between Morgana and Arthur in ill-disguised disappointment, “Well, I suppose I will see you both tomorrow at service?”
“I was thinking maybe I would stick around.” Arthur stated uncertainly, “I would love to hear more about what Gwen is planning on next.”
“Oh yes - it sounds like a really interesting concept. She was thinking of a cross between-“
“I will be going then.” Morgana interrupted. She had already heard all about Gwen’s next bright script idea for the drama club of doing a mix between the Book of John and ‘Ugly Betty’ Morgana didn’t know how the hell that was going to work, and at the moment didn’t care. “I’ll leave the door open, don’t be late Arthur.” She waved over her shoulder as she escaped and decided to pour herself a glass of wine when she got home, she definitely deserved it.
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Morgana watched a recorded episode of ‘Deal or No Deal’ and huffed at the TV, ate her dinner and pretended to already be asleep when Arthur crept in the house at three o’clock in the morning.
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