Kink Me! #31
Kink Me! #31
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“You’ve been saving that joke,” he accuses. “And Freya sent me out here. Well, she sort of sent me, in that she promised me Nana Finna’s cocoa recipe if I get our favorite regular’s profession out of him. Well, bet me. But it all comes out the same anyway.”
Gwen’s eyebrows go up. “The cocoa recipe? That’s high stakes, from Freya. And also, if we’re going to be exact, your favorite regular. My brother comes in here a lot, as does Lancelot from the bookstore, as does Leon. And Gwaine is probably Freya’s favorite, unless he pissed her off this week, in which case it’s Morgana.”
“Yes, fine, mine. And it’s just because he gives me an excuse to try experimental flavors. Freya thinks he’s a businessman.”
She bites her lip. “I mean, he does have a briefcase.”
Merlin throws his hands in the air. “What on earth do you two have against briefcases?”
The shop bell chooses that moment to ring, admitting Morgana, wearing a cardigan that looks alarmingly as though it has singe marks on it and trailing the subject of their conversation in his usual sharp suit but without his briefcase (ha!) and another dark-haired woman wearing a dress and heels that look like they could kill a man. “Merlin!” says Morgana with every appearance of happiness, and Merlin realizes abruptly that his hands are still in the air like he’s expecting Gwen to arrest him and also that he’s wearing his chocolate-covered apron and looks a complete mess like he always does after a shift in the kitchen.
Before he can muster a response that doesn’t make him look like a total idiot, the man speaks, turning to Morgana with eyebrows raised. “Is he new?” He turns to face Merlin. “Are you new?”
Morgana rolls her eyes. “Honestly, Arthur, it’s like you were raised in a barn.” That gives him a name, at least, which he should really have by now, but he’s also never been out front of the shop when Arthur came in before, only caught glimpses of him and heard about him asking after and enjoying rarer flavors. “This is Merlin, he owns the shop, and Merlin, this is my brother Arthur, who loves your chocolates but apparently shouldn’t be allowed off his leash in public.”
The other woman looks up from her phone. “I suppose that’s my cue. Arthur, you wanted to order something?”
“Yes, I always do here. If I didn’t work it off the products of this place would make it so I had to be rolled everywhere I went.” He gives Merlin the sort of look that he has only associated with sexual partners and Gwen when confronted with tiramisu. “You make the chocolates?”
“Um, yes, but not at this precise second, since I’m in the front, speaking of which, I should go back,” Merlin manages, all in one breath, and flees for the safety of his kitchen, where Freya looks up in surprise when he nearly slams the door after him. “He works off the calories from the chocolates and when Morgana mentioned him needing to be on a leash the other woman with them responded.”
Freya pats him on the shoulder. “And then you bottled it?”
“And then I bottled it,” he agrees. “But I still have the rest of a month to get your Nana’s recipe.”
TBC
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