Kink Me! #18

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Kink Me! #18
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Drugstore Flowers (7/9)

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The next time it’s a bouquet of daisies, which is a bit ridiculous but cracks Merlin up nonetheless. The note reads Close by the jolly fire I sit/ To warm my frozen bones a bit, and the box contains a warm winter coat far better than the castoff of Will’s he’s been using the past few winters, as well as a cashmere scarf and a pair of mittens, which Merlin hasn’t worn since he was about five.

“There is no way I will be able to thank whoever this is for all these gifts,” Merlin says to Gwen before class the next morning, feeling a bit bewildered but remarkably warm--it’s still too warm outside for the coat, but the scarf feels amazing.

Arthur comes in and sits down just as Gwen answers. “You’ll just owe him a lot of blowjobs,” she whispers, apparently just loud enough for Arthur to hear, because Arthur chokes and Gwen splutters and Merlin dissolves into laughter.

“Talking about this secret admirer of yours?” Arthur inquires a few seconds later, sounding a bit strangled. Gwen has her face buried in her hands. “You’ve figured it’s a man, then?”

“We figured that ages ago, with the flowers,” says Merlin, and Gwen lifts her head enough to stare at him, probably because he forgot to mention the coffee shop incident to her.

“So you’ve had another gift?”

Merlin brandishes the scarf. “I’m starting to feel a bit guilty that I can’t begin to repay whoever it is for all of this.” He’s been sending out little spells into the world, for everything from good parking spaces to cancelled lectures on a miserable day, but he doesn’t know if they’re getting to the right person. Hopefully his magic can find his secret admirer, even if the tracking spells aren’t working.

“Well, if they’re sending them anonymously, it’s quite likely they don’t want anything in return, isn’t it?” Arthur points out. “That’s sort of the point. Besides, this bloke could be a real creep.”

Gwen is always quick to defend anyone, even people she’s never met. “He sends the loveliest gifts, with the sweetest quotes attached. He couldn’t be, really.”

Arthur beams at her. “Well, if you say so, Guinevere, I suppose I’ll have to trust you.”

“What, you wouldn’t trust me if I said it?” asks Merlin.

Arthur actually ruffles his hair, because he’s an arse like that. “You’re a bunny, remember? You would probably think Jack the Ripper was sweet if he gave you an mp3 player.”

“I would not,” says Merlin. “He’s … sweet, whoever he is. And I just wish I could thank him.”

“I’m sure he knows you appreciate it. The gifts wouldn’t keep coming, else.” Arthur clears his throat, like he’s about to say something else, but Professor Killian chooses that moment to come in and Merlin turns around to face front so they can get a fascinating lecture on the invention of the plough. However, that’s shot all to hell when Arthur leans forward right before the lecture begins and whispers right in Merlin’s ear: “I agree with Gwen about the blowjobs, by the way.”

Merlin doesn’t hear a word of the lecture.
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