Kink Me! #18
Kink Me! #18
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“You--um, I’m fine, really, to pay for myself.”
“Call it my good deed for the week, Emrys, and stop objecting, you’re holding up the queue.”
“Really, I can’t--”
“Don’t be such a girl, Merlin. What are you having?”
Merlin blinks at him, wondering what the joke is, before snapping his attention to the barista, who is rolling her eyes at them. “Um, medium coffee, with some room for milk.”
Arthur goes through the rest of the transaction and hands over money before giving Merlin his drink. “You looked tired again,” he says when Merlin just stares at him, wondering what he’s supposed to say to him acting so completely out of character.
“Well, thanks. Looks like everyone is on a crusade to see me better-rested this semester. Gwen fusses and Gaius refuses to give me more than four shifts a week and someone sent me pillows and then sodding you buy me coffee--sorry, I mean, it’s just …”
Arthur rolls his eyes. “Don’t hurt yourself there, Emrys. It’s probably because you’re like--a kitten, or a bunny, or something.”
Merlin stares at him in utter confusion. “I’m a what?”
“A bunny, probably, with the ears.” Arthur waves his hand irritably. “Some fuzzy little animal, anyway, and it’s actually a bit painful seeing you look exhausted because of it, so no wonder people are sending you pillows. Who’s sending you pillows?”
Merlin continues staring, wondering when he dropped into an alternate dimension where Arthur Pendragon converses with him and buys him coffee and is a bit of a twat but sort of an endearing one instead of just the Blond Dick. “I … don’t actually know. Someone keeps sending me gifts, and they’re always amazing. With notes and flowers, although the flowers are …”
“The flowers are what?”
“Well, sort of like the flowers you can get at the grocery if you’ve forgotten your anniversary. Gwen thought maybe there was some meaning-of-flowers thing involved, but that got disproved pretty fast. Like, with the first flower, where apparently I was disdained and rejected.” Arthur chokes on his coffee. “I know, right?”
“Yeah, sounds to me like this admirer of yours just maybe thought flowers were a good idea. Or something. The gifts are nice, though? You don’t know who it is?”
“The gifts are great, and as for who it is …” Merlin shrugs. “Gwen thought it might be Morgana.” Arthur chokes again. “Oh, right, she’s your stepsister or something, isn’t she? Don’t worry, she wouldn’t lower herself. And she still claims I poisoned her that one time, though seriously, who goes to a Pina Colada party if they’re allergic to coconut? Nobody, that’s who.”
Now Arthur is laughing. “I always thought you were quiet.”
“I always thought you were an arse,” Merlin returns, and feels instantly guilty when Arthur actually winces. “Sorry. Just …”
“You’re entitled to your opinion.”
“Not if it loses me my scholarship,” Merlin blurts, which luckily makes Arthur laugh again instead of pissing him off. “Seriously, sorry about that, just, with the throwing things at me and all that …”
“No worries, Merlin. I’ve got to go, though. It’s been … interesting talking with you. Perhaps we ought to talk again.” He raises his coffee cup in a silent toast and goes to walk out of the shop before turning around and giving Merlin a blinding grin right as he’s about to go find a table so he can take advantage of the free wireless. “Good luck with your secret admirer, by the way. Maybe the flowers will be better the next time.”
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